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Here it is! It's been quite the journey and I never intended to write a fic so long! I just couldn't find a good enough place to end it for the longest time. Finally, the characters have reached a place where I think it would be appropriate to let them get on with their lives unobserved.

(I've put the sexually explicit scene in italics so if you want to skip that little bit, you can. But otherwise, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!)

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The week following Aro's death was not one of peace. News had reached most corners of the globe by now thanks to those who had chosen to leave the coven. Whilst many seemed to accept the changes without protest, the few who either still respected Aro or didn't want to support Caius and Marcus as leaders on their own made their feelings known.

As a consequence of the bureaucratic nightmare our antics had brought about, I had barely had a chance to see Caius this past week.

Athanasia had told me about the memories of Caius' ex-wife that she had observed just before disposing of her. Though the official statement declared that both Athenodora and Corin had been executed for trying to defy the judgement on Aro and Sulpicia, the children, Caius, Marcus and I knew the truth.

I had never truly known where I stood with Athenodora ever since we first spoke, but in hindsight I appreciated her honesty and felt sorrow that she'd had to die at all. With the way things turned out, she would have no doubt been spared had she gone through with helping Aro to force me into having Pandora and been allowed to leave the coven. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and trying to do what was right backfired on her. A similar story with Corin. As Pandora had somehow been unable to change her memories of the incident, Athy and Caius had decided to dispose of her too in order to keep our shared secret.

Jojo and I were currently sharing a seat on the windowsill in the castle's interior that faced one of the four gardens. Unable to risk straying into the midday sun on the off chance we would be spotted by a rogue human, we were forced to observe our children from our shadowy hideout.

Erendu and Theo were fishing for frogs in the pond, trousers rolled up past their knees. They were no match for their speed. When Erendu would catch one, he'd temporarily immobilise it with his ability so the boys could study it in closer detail without it squirming about, before returning it gently to its watery abode.

Athy was lying sunbathing on the small wooden bench in the corner of the garden reading the latest vampire novel she'd purchased. Oktai was hiding in the shade of an olive tree sketching the tableau with oil pastels. They'd already completed their plans for their own wedding, which I had selfishly forbade them to have until after my own.

Pandora on the other hand was sat by the flower beds, melancholically picking the petals off those that had blossomed, scattering them onto a small technicoloured pile that had collected in front of her.

Aside from the occasional splash as the boys waded through the pond and the distant cries of birds flying overhead, the tranquility of the garden remained in balance.

"They're growing up too fast," Jojo sighed, her unblinking crimson eyes never leaving her son.

"I know, I can't believe how big they're getting - even Pandora. They're not gonna be this cute forever," I giggled. "How's your new album coming along anyway?"

"Not too bad, I've done all the recording. I'm searching Marcus's contacts for someone who can distribute everything now," she replied.

"Can I have a sneak preview?" I asked hopefully.

"Absolutely not, it's top secret material!" she exclaimed. "Well, you can, but not until all this has been sorted out anyway. Marcus says I shouldn't release it until I'm comfortable controlling myself around humans, but I say fuck that."

"He's got a point, though. If you eat your fans, who's going to want to buy your music?"

"Any publicity's good publicity, Luíseach," Jojo winked mischievously.

Our conversation was cut short and the peace disturbed by the distant booming noise of the throne room doors opening. A second later, Caius appeared in front of us. His completely black eyes were testament to the uninterrupted week of negotiations he had undergone, but he looked surprisingly calm despite his obvious hunger.

"Good afternoon, ladies. Marcus and I have a number of things to discuss with you all, so gather the children and head to the throne room immediately."

As much of a shame it was to spoil the equilibrium that had finally been reached in the garden, this no doubt meant that we'd finally reached a compromise with both the Romanians and the critics of our coup.

Every remaining coven member took their seat at the long dining table alongside Stefan, Vladimir, Florin and the other three co-conspirators. No one spoke a word until Caius and Marcus returned to the hall, taking their seats at each end of the table. With them, walked a slightly confused-looking Demetri.

"Demetri has decided to stay with us," Marcus announced, relief palpable in his tone as he gestured to the empty seat on Chelsea's left. Demetri took his seat and Chelsea got to work undoing the remaining loyalties to Aro that still remained with the tracker.

"Let us keep this brief as many of us are in dire need of blood," Caius began. "We have managed to reach a number of compromises that should keep the vampire world from descending into all-out war and ensure a smooth transition of power.

"Starting with the amendments to current laws, we've put a complete blanket ban on newborn armies for a start. Furthermore, we are now experimenting with allowing some humans to have knowledge of our existence. Our dear guests here," he gestured to the Romanians, Erzsébet, Nandor and Grigoriy, "wish to once more be allowed human familiars to serve them.

"Of course, this contradicts a number of existing laws, but if properly vetted, they could prove as a helpful go-between, as well as the hybrids, as we cannot venture outside during daylight hours without risking exposure. In this case, we will allow one human familiar per vampire, but preferably only one per coven." Thankfully this seemed to be the extent of their demands regarding changes to the laws. I doubt Caius or Marcus would have allowed anything other than this due to its risk. But our six guests all appeared satisfied with this amendment.

"The increase in efficiency of human technology also provides us with many new advantages as well as disadvantages. As the cosmetics industry improves, those who live in stationary covens can afford to stay in one location for longer without questions about ageing and we do not have to worry too much about hiding our eyes thanks to the availability of coloured contact lenses. We've already invested in a number of these companies to help proliferate their services," Marcus explained.

"However, over the coming decades, we will need to begin monitoring much more closely the development of weapons, especially considering the explosion of nuclear power in the twentieth century. We already have some allies who have infiltrated some of the world's superpowers, however, we may need more to play a role in steering humanity away from global destruction to maintain our main food source."

"As a consequence, we will have to be able to collaborate with our friends from around the world at a moment's notice. Therefore, we have decided that setting up an international council which will include an elected representative from each major coven as well as a few nomads would be a good way to keep on top of current events. Liaising with community members should also benefit us in helping us to regain some of the respect that we lost after last year as this seems to be the main problem: lack of trust and respect." Marcus looked around the table, affirming that we were all in agreement. Knowing the truth about Didyme's death and avenging her had seemed to have allowed him to find enough closure to focus on his job more than ever for now. At least that was the image he portrayed to us all.

Having said all that he needed, Marcus gestured to Caius.

"This brings us to the most important point. Most major covens and former allies would prefer it if there were still three of us in command, to ensure fair judgements are upheld."

Who were they going to choose? Would they go for one of the other ancients like Chelsea? Or someone with a gift intimidating enough to ensure obedience? There was a third option, but surely they wouldn't be considering that?

"After much deliberation and discussion with not only our new allies, but with those who have a particular problem with how we decided to depose Aro, we have narrowed the candidates down to three. As we will be looking for someone who can help guide us through this new era - or in other words, now that humans have the firepower required to not only destroy themselves, but us as well, we need an individual who can lead our kind from the shadows as well as humanity."

They were really going there.

"Theodotis. Nwaekerendu, though your father does not wish for it to be you. Pandora. The choice is yours which one of you it will be. You are all, in the eyes of the world, yet to be untainted by greed. If a new face is what they want, then that is what they will get."

Pandora POV

I didn't want any of this. As soon as that coven meeting was over, I'd escaped back to the pond in the garden. It had been so sunny earlier, but now the clouds above me now were enough to shield any vampire from the sun. Miserably, I scattered my pile of petals into the water one by one.

When Erendu had said he'd leave it to Theo and me to decide who was going to be the next king, I knew I'd had enough of living like this. Power didn't interest me at all. I just wanted to be free of this burden I was born with. How did someone like Lamashtu who'd had her destiny forced upon her carry on? I guess that was an answer I'd have to find out for myself. At least I had somewhat of a say this time.

"Hey, what do you say?" Theo's voice interrupted my thoughts. "I think you should be king. It's thanks to you I found out what really happened to my mum and none of this would be happening if it weren't for your ability." My brother sat down on the grass next to me, his spirits high.

"Why did you kill Sulpicia in the end? I thought you just wanted to hear why she did it," I asked. I didn't understand how he could be so upbeat having seen all three of his parents die.

"I don't know. It's not like I don't respect Sulpicia for looking after me. I think it was my birth mother who wanted me to do it. It's like she transferred her will to me when she died or something, even if she was just a human. I'd like to go and visit her family when I'm crowned king."

"Yeah, right, like she'd want you to grow up as an orphan," I scoffed, but wondered if there could be some truth to this, especially with the nature of Theo's power.

But what did I know? I was the idiot who didn't believe my father would really end up getting murdered. I don't know why, but I had believed that he'd just let himself be peacefully overthrown. But if I even tried to confide in my brother about this, he'd just laugh back at me and say "what did you expect?"

"Panda, do you remember what dad told us about taking over and leading the coven to greatness?"

I nodded.

"Well, I think he knew sooner or later someone was going to try and kill him," Theo speculated.

"Don't be stupid, Theo, no one can know the future," I chuckled. Though something about this made me think. Father had seemed absolutely adamant that we would take on his role and that some kind of change would be happening. How would this even be possible to know though?

"Besides, why would he even bother fighting back if he knew he was going to die anyway?" I asked aloud.

"Dad never struck me as the kind of person who'd take his fate lying down," Theo answered, shrugging. So I was just like him. "Anyway, onto the more important matter. Seeing that Marcus and Erendu want this to work like a normal monarchy, which one of us is going to inherit dad's role? I'll fight you for it!"

"Theo, you're the only one of us who wants it. Erendu and me are clever enough to know it'll put us at risk of getting killed and I'm not interested in this so-called power or greatness. It's all about fighting and killing and throwing enemies under the bus anyway. Why would anyone be interested in that when we live in such a mysterious and mesmerising world?"

"Suit yourself, I'll enjoy being king. But that still makes you a princess like Athy. Erendu's already a prince too. You can't both avoid that responsibility forever," Theo said, failing to hide his elation.

"Well, you're probably gonna have to have a regent until you've grown up, anyway," I teased.

"No way! The whole reason everyone wants one of us to be king is because we're super cute!"

I laughed for the first time since father died. Of all the things I expected to come out of my brother's mouth, admitting that he was in any way cute was not it.

"I've been thinking," I started.

"That makes a change," Theo joked.

"Shut up Theo. I've been thinking, and I'm gonna try and become a vegetarian, like Uncle Marcus is trying to do, like the golden-eyed vampires, or try and live off human food alone."

"Wow, I didn't expect that. I thought you were finally gonna confess your love for Erendu. Just don't try and convert me, I need blood for my strength."

"About that, I haven't been able to use my power since that day," I frowned.

"Don't be silly Panda, I bet you haven't even tried," he laughed.

I laughed it off with him, but we both knew that it was because I'd been unable to make Corin forget what she witnessed in the wives' tower that she'd had to be executed too.

Luíseach POV

As Heidi placed the silver tiara upon my head, I couldn't help but feel awfully overdressed. Due to the modern world's lack of any Druidic shamans and the fact that the Spartan tradition of kidnapping the bride was not viewed as an adequate declaration of marriage in today's world, Caius and I had had to settle for the more up-to-date way of doing things.

Heidi had tailor made me a huge white dress, designed by Athy, with a jewel-encrusted corset and a train longer than my height by at least three times. Modern women tended to wear veils that covered their faces until they reached the altar, but I'd decided against this because vampire vision could easily see through such thin and superfluous cloth anyway. Besides, I wanted to show off my elaborate hairstyle; an intricate series of plaits and wraps which resulted in an elegant looking bun which sat at the base of my skull.

My bridesmaids were all dressed in pale green; a nod to the land from which I came. Neither Athy nor Jane were ecstatic about the colour choice, but Pandora and Oharu didn't have any complaints.

As today was both a wedding and a coronation, this took off a lot of the pressure. I was looking forward to what lay in store afterwards. Apparently another tradition nowadays was a thing called a honeymoon. Caius had not yet told me where he was planning on taking me or how long we were going to stay away, but after the chaotic year we'd all had, I was very much anxious to have some time away to live freely as a nomad again before returning to our duties.

Standing waiting outside of the throne room, I distracted myself by studying the great ash tree that had been carved into the huge doors for the thousandth time. We had all been so close to losing ourselves to the ghosts of the past. But we had survived because we had all chosen to move with destiny - with Theo's destiny. But how long could we keep running from the destiny of every living being?

Oktai appeared at my side, dressed in an all-black suit, his hair tied back neatly in a bun. As he linked his arm through mine, ready to escort me down the aisle, the doors opened to reveal the throne room, which had been decorated with a healthy sprinkling of gold.

At the end of the red carpet that paved the road to my future stood my mate. Caius had never looked so divine. His silver hair glistened more than usual in the light and his hypnotising grin drew me to him stronger than ever.

The seconds it took to reach the altar felt as long as the centuries I'd spent absent from the Volturi, but as Caius took my hands in his and our eyes locked onto one another unblinkingly, we recited our vows to one another and I knew we'd never be separated again.

"I, Caius Volturi di Sparti, take you, Luíseach ferch Hywel of Cîl-y-cwm to be my wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad. I will love you and honour you all the days and years of my life."

"And I, Luíseach ferch Hywel of Cîl-y-cwm, take you, Caius Volturi di Sparti to be my husband."

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," Marcus said. (Who would have thought that having a literal saint as a friend would come in handy.)

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I helped Caius to fulfil his first duty as my husband. Our lips may have been cold and icy, but the moment they touched each other, I felt a fire more intense than those that had burned all of those who tried to keep us apart.

Looking down at the shining silver ring in the form of a Celtic knot that my husband had placed upon my finger, we walked hand in hand towards the thrones at the head of the room. Taking the seat next to my king, we awaited Theodotis's coronation.

"It's not much compared to what it used to be, but this is where I'm from," Caius said as we descended from the Taygetos mountains down towards Sparta. The sky was the optimistic kind of cloudless blue that could only be found this close to the Mediterranean. Our engulfing black cloaks were enough to shield us from the sun's exposure as we travelled, but we could not afford to stay here for long because of our out-of-place dress sense.

"No, it's magnificent… It looks like my home if the sun shone like this there," I admired, astounded by the marriage of bright blues and greens.

"Don't be silly, Luíseach, Wales is much more green than this."

"Are you embarrassed, Caius?" I cackled.

"Of course not, it just pales in comparison to where I'm taking us," he stated matter-of-factly, changing our course southwards. We ran closer and closer towards the sea, the briny tang in the air becoming more and more noticeable. But as we closed in on the cerulean sea, Caius did not slow down.

"Hold your breath," he warned as we dived into the waves together. We swam towards a small uninhabited outcrop not too far from the shore. We would be safe from the human gaze there.

Helping me out of the water, Caius pulled me into his arms. Our travelling cloaks were weighed down and water logged, so we both removed them, laying them out to dry on the rocky beach, exposing our shimmering skin to the light.

Caius was right. While the city of Sparta had been a beautiful sight, it was nothing compared to this landscape. It was hard to believe that an island so close to the mainland, covered with lush greenery and smooth sloping rocks descending into the cobalt blue sea which matched the cloudless sky in colour, could be uninhabited.

Noticing me taking in the view, I felt Caius smile.

"I couldn't believe it when you were first able to change your eye colour. As soon as I saw them, I was reminded of the sea and the sky here. This was the first sight I saw after Lilith turned me."

I felt the small part of me that ever doubted Caius's love melt in my stomach and we stood for a while taking in the scenery.

"So, what do humans do on honeymoons?" I enquired, innocently pushing up my chest.

This didn't go unnoticed by Caius as I felt his eyes scan my body, covered only by night slip which now clung to me thanks to the seawater.

"Why don't I demonstrate," he smirked, taking my hand and leading me towards a cave hidden in the rocks. He helped me out of my remaining clothes, sitting me down on my knees, ripping a strip of fabric from my garment and tying it around my eyes.

"Don't move from here, I'm going to get us someone tasty," he whispered, his voice magnified in intensity by the absence of my sight. Caius left me in the cave to hunt. I heard the sound of him jumping back into the ocean and then nothing aside from nature's soliloquy.

Less than three minutes later, the splashing of wet footsteps against the rocks gave away his return, and he was accompanied by two succulent humans. As he dragged them into the cave, I couldn't control my instincts; smelling their fresh blood which had already been exposed to the air, I reached for my blindfold. But my hand was stopped by Caius'.

"I told you not to move. Control yourself and I'll give you exactly what you want."

I growled at him. As ravenous as I was, I craved his touch more than blood.

"And you don't have to worry, I've removed their eyes. I think it would be too cruel to let them see a goddess like you before we eat them - they'd get their hopes up too high," he chuckled darkly. So that's why I could smell fresh blood. Caius's footsteps moved away from me and I heard one of the humans whimper frightfully as he was dragged back in my direction.

Bracing myself for what I knew was coming, I still wasn't ready when the familiar tang of iron hit my senses. The human's wails of terror were smothered as I heard Caius bite into his neck. The warm liquid trickled down onto my bare chest and down my stomach. Resisting the urge to feast, I held my breath and hoped Caius wouldn't take the piss.

Eventually, there was a dull thud as he discarded the empty body and a moment later, Caius was kissing me, the blood that coated his lips making me lose all sense of self and I ravenously returned his ardour.

Lying me down gently upon the rocks, Caius began tasting the warm trail of blood that ran down my body, teasing my breasts with his tongue as his hands massaged my ass. Still unable to see, every sensation was amplified, electrifying my every nerve.

As he moved lower and lower, I became more impatient, my hips quivering in anticipation, begging him to ignite my whole body with his kiss. And he indulged my wanton needs; his tongue sparking an inferno as he stimulated the bundle of nerves between my thighs. Hopelessly trying to suppress my bliss, I cried out in euphoria, my hands digging into his hair in a vain attempt to bring him even closer to me.

Caius increased the pace of his tongue, sliding a slender finger into me, its motion bringing the building pressure in my lower abdomen closer to exploding.

Just as I thought I could reach no higher zenith, Caius gently bit down on my clit, allowing the pressure to unravel completely, catapulting me to the ceiling of the heavens.
As I came down from my high, Caius knelt over me, tasting my essence on his finger as he removed my blindfold, a spark in his burgundy eyes.

"Do you want to continue, or would you prefer to eat?"

"What would you do if I chose food?" I joked. Caius leant down so his face was right in front of mine and smirked even wider.

"I know you wouldn't be so cruel," he laughed, kissing me once again. My fingers tangled in his hair before helping him to remove his remaining clothes. Caius lifted me up and gradually moved us over to the cave wall, turning me around so that my stomach was against the cold stone.

He brushed my hair aside and began kissing the nape of my neck as he positioned himself at my entrance. As he coated himself in my juices, Caius whispered his obscene intentions into my ear until I begged him to stop teasing me.

Sheathing himself inside of me from behind, he bit down on my nape, filling me with his venom. With each thrust he pushed me up against the cave wall, allowing him to take me entirely. His hands left no part of me untouched, knowing exactly what to do to keep me obedient. Whenever he would bring me back to the edge of ecstasy, Caius punished me with a bite or by slapping my ass with full force. But every punishment elicited a moan of submission which tempted his desire even more.

I could barely stand from the force with which his cock hit my G-spot, but the rapture he evoked made me withstand it, hoping it would never end. Had I been human, I would have willingly given myself up to him as prey.

Because we were immortal, we were allowed to overindulge in our sinful passions for unlimited time. On this day, we were no longer separated by neither physical nor societal boundaries. Now we were married, we did not have an excuse to run from our destiny anymore.

The sun was just about teasing the edge of the horizon, staining the sky a mix of hot pink and fierce amber. The waves that tickled the rocks upon which I stood glowed sapphire in the dusk. Perhaps it only looked this breathtaking because of my enhanced vision, or maybe both humans and vampires alike could appreciate the magic here.

I felt my husband's hand upon my naked back as he joined me in admiring the view. His lips caressed the nape of my neck, gently soothing the bites he had left earlier with a kiss.

"It's nearly time, are you ready to go?" he whispered, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Do we have to? It's perfect here," I breathed, hypnotised by the peace here.

"Are you sure? I found a charming cottage in Cîl-y-cwm that lets people rent it for holidays. Only problem is, if we don't turn up, we'll have to-"

"Okay, you convinced me, that's all you had to say," I sighed dramatically, enthusiastically throwing my clothes back on at lightning speed. The only thing that could drag me willingly out of my state of nirvana was the prospect of going home.

Within minutes, we had set off westwards, flying through the European countryside. After weaving through the Alps and swimming the English Channel, we arrived in Dover as the sun disappeared below the horizon that we had been chasing.

We crossed the Welsh border with ease, heading towards the little village nestled in the cradle of the valleys.

Under the cloak of darkness, we no longer had to hide. While the night sky remained as unpolluted by artificial lights as it had been almost two millennia ago, we could see as clearly as if in the light of day.

The village that stood here now was similar to the one Athanasia, Oktai and I had visited three hundred years ago. The stone church was still standing and the tavern had naturally been preserved. While a few more modern houses had been erected since our visit, it did not seem as though the population had grown too much in size.

It seemed as though the area, like me, like every immortal, had remained the same for all this time. Although it had adapted along with the fashion of each era, the fact it was still just as recognisable today as it was during my childhood evoked a smug grin borne of satisfaction and nostalgia from me. Every step we took echoed those of my ancestors as well as our descendents who now lived here.

Approaching the modest cottage in the heart of the village, an older gentleman in a flat cap hat caught sight of us. After doing a double take at our unconventional appearances, he waved us over.

"You must be Mr and Mrs Volturi?" the man smiled, shaking our hands. He flinched ever so slightly upon noticing how cold we were, but the spring night's breeze was cold enough to reassure him this was normal.

"I'm Rhys, welcome to Cîl-y-cwm. Here are your keys to the cottage," he said, handing us a small silver keyring. "I hope you enjoy your stay here. If you have any questions, I'll be happy to help you."

"Diolch yn fawr iawn, (thank you very much)" I said, unable to hide my joy at an opportunity to speak my native tongue to someone who wasn't part of my family.

"Cymraeg dych chi? (You're Welsh?)" Rhys asked in shock. "Barnu o'ch enw, ro'n i'n meddwl eich bod chi'n Eidaleg (I thought you were Italian judging from your name)."

"Wel, dyn ni'n byw'n yr Eidal, ond Cymraeg dw i, (well, we live in Italy, but I'm Welsh)" I replied. "Gyda llaw, lle mae'r llwybr gorau ar gyfer mynd i heicio 'ma? (by the way, where is the best trail to go hiking around here?)" I asked before he could enquire whereabouts I was from. I didn't quite feel like lying to myself today.

"Mae coedwig i lawr y ffordd (there's a forest down the road) - Cwm Rhaeadr, it's called," Rhys answered. So even the forest in which I had been transformed still remained.

"Thanks for your help, Rhys," Caius interjected sternly, cutting the conversation short. I was about to protest, but the longer we talked to him, the more backstory we'd have to invent. Wishing our host goodnight, we entered the cottage.

Once the clock struck an hour at which no human would surely still be awake, Caius and I left the warmth of the cottage to go for a walk. Despite having all the time in the world, I couldn't wait any longer to once again frolic through the forests of my childhood. The fizzing fire in the grate reminded me too much of all the destruction that had been wrecked as of late and the precariousness of life for even immortals that I wished to turn a blind eye to.

The cold air was a comforting contrast, something closer to the tranquility that I knew resided in this place. Our hands entwined in an unbroken chain, we crossed the fields that separated us from our destination.

As the farmland was gradually replaced with forest, we slowed down to a crawl, taking in every smell, every noise, every detail. Although shrouded by the shadow of the night, every hue of green glowed in the moonlight around us and the lilac flowers that had awoken from their winter slumbers seemed to watch us as we ambled through their home.

While the birds slept, the symphonies of the crickets were allowed to take over. Caius knelt down to pick a bunch of flowers from a nearby bush and turned to me.

Silver locks almost glowing like a beacon and cherry-red irises shining, he reached towards me, tucking a few lilacs into my hair.

"What?" Caius asked, laughing at me. It was only now I realised I had started crying, tears of joy pouring like a waterfall from the corners of my eyes. I couldn't imagine a scenery any more perfect; a shrine to my past. After all this time, the souls of those from my village had never truly left. I had carried them with me all these years, keeping their memories alive. And now I'd returned home, I could finally let them move on to the next life.

"Nothing," I whispered, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Now that I was free of the burden I'd carried over from my human life, the world had become a much more beautiful place. Now that I carried no hatred within me, I had finally been allowed to see the world once again as I used to. No. I had finally allowed myself to see the world like this.

And thus, gazing upon the Elysian field before us illuminated by the light of the moon, I accepted that one day, whether tomorrow or millennia in the future, my circle would meet its close. While death was not destined to come in the form of disease or old age, all living things would eventually start anew from the ashes of their forefathers. It was simply the way of this world.

In the calm after the storm and in the aftermath of the battle is when we truly realise what is holding us back. Some think that after all the enemies are defeated, there will be peace, but that is when the battle with ourselves begins. As long as there is still one human alive, there will be war.

Diolch yn fawr am ddarllen fy ffanffic i, a gobeithio eich bod chi wedi mwynhau 3 Hwyliau! ~ForRealSonTHEExplorer