For four days the group traveled through the wilderness to he monastery. When they arrived it was night time and almost everyone was asleep. Dan, Jeanette, Ulrich, and Wolfstan were awake yet. Wolfstan pulled the horses to a stop, dismounted and woke up Ozmund and Avril.
The Friar approached the cart as the pair woke. "Ozmund, that you've returned safe is a miracle."
Ozmund sleepily removed himself and Avril from the cart, waking the others as he did so. "Father, I must ask that we give these people sanctuary here for the time being. They are injured and weary, and require our assistance."
"You don't have to take in all of us," Laryssa said yawning. "Some of us can't stay."
The Friar looked to the Iron Maiden and Langiva. "Who are they?"
"The Necromancer and their assistant which we will be delivering to the bishop," Ulrich said as Wolfstan assisted Jess, Jeanette, Dan, and Maurice out of the cart.
Wolfstan looked around at the bodies of fallen monks. "How many of you are left?"
"Enough."
Laryssa grabbed Dan by the shoulder and whispered into his ear. He nodded and clasped her arm. "I know I've always been a downright dick to you, but if we don't meet again I just want to say that I've always counted you as one of my friends."
"And I, you, Walker. Now go and do great works. Who knows? Maybe one day we'll meet again." Laryssa smiled, clasping his arm in a soldiers embrace.
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The remaining six left for the bishop that night. After three days, they reached their destination. Less than a week later, Langiva burned at the stake.
Within the year, Jeanette died from fighting off the pestilence. Her burial was attended to by Ozmund before he left the monastery. Jess and Maurice lived within the church, as idols of hope, having survived the plague that had almost consumed them.
No one knew directly of Laryssa's work. Having shared her secret with Dan, word spread of Gods redeeming hands. Dan traveled alone, healing those who would give him a simple meal.
Leah and Chuck chose to stay away from the larger populations, finally settling down in the countryside, living as animal butchers.
Laryssa and Ulrich were married a year after Langiva burned. With the bishops blessing, they roamed the country, helping those in need. By their first anniversary, they had been blessed with a child. Wolfstan and Scott joined the on their journeys, acting as bodyguards to Laryssa and her child.
As the years passed, none of the people that left the necromancer's village ever knew what had happened to the others. None ever saw another, save those whom they stayed with. All lived, and died in peace at the end of their life journey, beginning their journey into death with God at their side.
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A/n: I know the ending sucks, but it's the best I could come up with. Thanks to the few that acctually read this!