This chapter takes the place of the game epilogue. I left out all the unimportant characters. By the way, you may have noticed that this story is not listed as 'complete'. This is because I have decided that I will put the side story things on this one. It saves the people who want to read them the trouble of finding the new story, and saves me the trouble of coming up with a title. Anyway, for those who haven't beaten the game, in each little section there will be a bit of dialogue, followed by a short description of what the characters involved did with the rest of their life. Just like the game, but a bit more detailed.
"Hey, wait!"
Soren paused momentarily in his search for Haar to see who had called out to him. He was slightly disappointed to see that it was only Micaiah, with Sothe standing in the distance. He didn't even attempt to keep the annoyance out of his voice as he spoke, "Yes, what is it?"
"I just . . . ," She trailed off, apparently daunted by his tone. This didn't surprise him; he'd recently been informed that he had a tendency to growl when he was angry.
"Spit it out. I'm in a hurry." That was an understatement. He'd waited more than two decades to be able to speak to his mother in person, and he didn't appreciate the many delays. He wasn't really sure why he didn't just walk away from her.
"Why did you kill King Pelleas? He was a good king, and kind . . . he didn't deserve . . . " At that moment, Soren decided that he didn't like the girl, and never would.
"He was in my way, and he stole something of mine."
"Something of yours?"
"I should have been the king. That Spirit Charmer," he spoke the words as many would have said 'Branded' or 'Parentless', "had no right to take the throne."
"But you abandoned your country!" Soren couldn't deny her words; it was the truth, and they both knew it.
"That changes nothing. Pelleas is dead, and upon my return to Daein I will be taking the throne. If it makes you feel better, if I hadn't killed him, he would have died a much more painful death in a few years. The spirits that he took into his body would have eventually completely consumed his soul. The body can survive, at most, a few months without the soul, and those months would be far from pleasant." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the blue tail of a wyvern flick out from behind a tent. "I have business to attend to. Good day."
Micaiah and Sothe were married, and spent many years traveling Tellius and helping the poor. Her memory of Pelleas, as well as Soren's words, inspired her to try to find a way to heal the soul of a Spirit Charmer. She searched until the end of her days but, sadly, never found one.
Soren arrived at Haar's tent to find Haar fast asleep, as usual, and a dark-haired woman kneeling by the Dragonlord's wyvern. As he approached, she raised her head to reveal red eyes and a mark near her hairline in the same color. She stood, brushing the dirt off her dress as she did so.
"Senerio?" Soren nodded, and the two of them stood in silence for over a minute; neither of them seemed to know quite what to say.
The silence was broken when Haar's wyvern woke up and, seeing Soren, came to see if he had any treats. On its way over, the wyvern brushed against his rider, knocking him over. When Haar continued to snore, the two royals started laughing.
Haar returned to Daein, serving as the new king's guard. He also instructed the new Dragonknights, when he wasn't sleeping.
The two of them had managed to calm down by the time Kurthnaga found them, Ena and Ike in tow. After quickly introducing Almedha and Ike, the discussion turned to who would be going where.
"I guess you'll be going back to that frozen wasteland you call a country?" Soren was almost certain Ike was trying to annoy him.
"Yes, but I think I will be going to Goldoa first, for the wedding. And Daein is not a wasteland!"
"Ah, that reminds me, will you be attending the coronation?" Kurthnaga pointedly ignored Soren's glare as he asked Ike to come to the ceremony that his nephew had specifically asked to be kept private. Ike promised that he would be there if he could.
Soren, tired of his family and so-called friend going out of their way to irritate him, looked around for something to distract them with.
"Ena, you may want to rescue your future husband. He seems to have gotten himself into a bit of trouble." She turned and almost laughed when she saw that Oliver had managed to corner Rajaion. The fact that Nasir was standing off to the side and doing nothing to help his king didn't go unnoticed. No one called Nasir old and got away with it.
Rajaion married Ena soon after their return to Goldoa, and a few years later the new queen gave birth to their son. The prince, named Reiam, grew to be one of the best fighters in Goldoa, but never defeated his father or Kurthnaga. From Kurthnaga, he learned how best to annoy his father, and from Soren he learned the fine art of subtlety. Nasir never stayed in one place long, but made frequent stops to both the palace in Goldoa and Daein keep.
Soren was crowned several months later. Ike had been able to attend the coronation, but also came to tell the new king of his plans to leave Tellius in search of other lands.
"I don't suppose you want to come with me, King Soren?"
"Stop that. I'm afraid I can't. I abandoned my country twice. I won't do so again. In any case, I have something that might help you on your journey." Soren led Ike through several corridors, so many that Ike was sure he wouldn't be able to find his way out without a guide. Eventually they arrived at what appeared to be an armory.
"You still have this thing?" Ike asked as they passed by Gurgurant, which was on one of the many tables in the room.
"Yes, I might find a use for it someday. This is what I brought you down here for," Soren said as he pulled a sheet of cloth off of what appeared to be a silver sword with words in the Ancient Language engraved on it. "I enchanted it myself. If you insist on going alone, you'll need a decent weapon."
As the years passed, it became apparent that Soren had inherited the near-immortality of the dragons. Just like his laguz relatives, he eventually stopped aging all together. His youthful looks and social standing led many women to try to get his attention. Their attempts were in vain; Soren never married. The king was treated with a great amount of respect by everyone, save his relatives. His great-granduncle-in-law in particular never missed an opportunity to tease him about his height, among other things.
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