Epilogue

It was a beautiful day outside. The sun was shining without a cloud in sight. The animals were out and about enjoying the mild climate. The birds were singing there songs. Her pack was lazing about in the grass by a beautiful lake in which the fish were jumping and playing. The sun was reflecting beautifully off of the water and fish. It was like paradise out there (never mind the fact that as the realm of the gods, it pretty much was). However, she wasn't out there enjoying it. She was inside, in the window seat, leaning her head against the window as she stared out of it with a look of melancholy on her face. She was staring without really seeing what was out there.

She hadn't changed much over the years. She still looked like the same old Daine that was brought up there that day from Carthak. That brought a slight smile to her face as she fondly remembered that day. It was the day she was reborn, basically, as a god. More importantly, it was the day she married her beloved, Numair. That had been a spectacle. Moments before they were to be changed, they first were to have their wedding to be presided over by Mithros himself. It was hard not to laugh at Numair's shock, even if she was feeling quite the same as he was.

The dress she had been provided had been exquisite. It was made of a very light and delicate material, yet at the same time very strong. The way it fitted and flowed off of her made it seem like it belonged on her. The best part was that every time she would turn, the gold stitching would catch the light and a new animal would appear on her dress, barely there and nothing less than stunning in its there. Her mother and the Mother goddess herself helped Daine get ready. She was surprisingly just like anyone else would have been in the situation, all excitement and advice (Half of which made Daine blush).

Daine's favorite part had been the look on Numair's face when she stepped out from behind the partition. She had never felt more loved than in that one moment. The rest of the ceremony was a bit of a blur. She had been to busy staring at her groom. A man, whom less than a week before, she had though she would never see again, and there she was marrying him on the day she was supposed to have married Ozorne. It was the happiest day of her life.

She did however remember the transformation from mortal to god. It was rather painful. She passed out. She awoke next to Numair on an enormous bed. Well, next to, as his own personal teddy bear, whichever. Once she had managed to awaken Numair enough to pry him off of her, she found the note that had been left for them. It informed them they had a week completely to themselves before they had to take over their duties as the Goddess of the Wild and the Scholar or Mage God. Honestly, only Numair could be an educational god. Not that he can't do anything, its just mostly kids fearing for their educational careers because of upcoming exams that call him. She can always tell when exam time is around.

The two of them had thoroughly enjoyed their week. Even though she couldn't go through certain acts with him, Numair was still kind and patient. He wouldn't push her and only wanted to go so far as she was comfortable going. They spent the majority of their time exploring and discussing their future, their past, and anything else that popped into their heads. She eventually stopped tensing up every time he raised his voice in excitement or when he surprised her accidentally. No matter what, she could trust him to be patient, and most likely bring up some random topic to rid them of the awkward atmosphere. She was glad to have married such a man.

Those first few years had been rather hectic. They started getting called all the time, at all times. The main problem was the rather large amounts of calls they both got from all around the world. Their main problem was deciding which ones they should answer. The other and more experienced gods and goddesses could only advise them so much. They had to figure out their filtering systems for themselves. It was rather hard to be gods, friends, and a couple. However, they eventually managed to settle down into some semblance of a routine where they got to spend a large amount of time with each other. An occasion marked by the first time they made love. It was magically. Daine sometimes wondered if either of them would have been able to wait if they had known what it was going to be like. She was glad they did, though, not only because she needed to heal but because the waiting made that first time so special.

Daine sighed, all that was many years ago. Before she could sink further into her musings a voice from behind her startled her, "What's with all the sighing, love, is something wrong?"

Daine jumped slightly, and turned with a hand over her heart. "Numair! Don't do that!"

Numair just laughed at her reaction before reaching out and pulling her closer to him, tucking her underneath his chin. "Sorry. Now, tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's the matter, Numair. Just forget about it, okay."

"How could I just forget? The sun is shining and all the animals are happy. I can see no reason for you seeming so melancholy. Besides, our one millionth anniversary is not a day for you to be unhappy." At that, Daine's head jerked up in surprise causing Numair to frown. "You didn't think I had forgotten, did you?"

"It's just…you're always gone of late so I couldn't blame you if you had," Daine mumbled in reply.

Numair gently took her chin and leaned down to kiss her gently before pulling back. "Still so insecure after so long. Oh, dear one, when are you going to get it through that thick skull of yours that you are stuck with me forever." He leaned down for another kiss before letting her go completely and stepping back with an exuberant grin. "Besides I've been gone because I've been helping to arrange a surprise for you."

Daine just stared at her husband expectantly for a few moments before finally asking, "Well?"

"Well, What?"

"What is the surprise?"

"I can't tell you. It wouldn't be a surprise then, now would it?"

"Numair!" Great, now she was pouting. By the way, Great Gods, more specifically Great Goddesses, can and do pout. How dare he do this? Tell he had a surprise and then not share what it is.

"No, I can't. You'll just have to wait until we get to the Realm of the Dead to find out."

"Realm of the Dead?" Daine's eyes lit up with excitement. "We're going to see everyone!" Numair just took her hand and led her to the door. "Numair?"

"Yes, Dear?"

"I love you."

Numair turned toward her with a huge smile and love in his eyes. "I love you, too."

Daine leaned up to kiss him. "Happy Anniversary."

"Happy Anniversary." With that they disappeared to be among friends to celebrate the day.