Epilogue
7 Years Later After Sudryl's Displacement
"Tia!" A lovely woman's voice called in the distance.
The little girl's head popped up with surprise, suddenly remembering she was supposed to have gone back inside by now. Her head bumped into the wood of the fallen, hollow tree trunk she was crawling through.
"Ow!" She squeaked, ducking her head back down again and rubbed it with a small hiss of throbbing pain.
"Tia, sweetheart!"
"C-coming, mama!" Tialha called back. The wooden hollow just bounced her young and sweet voice back into her ears.
Tialha scrambled back through the enormous and long tree trunk, now in an excited rush as she remembered where they were supposed to be going this evening.
The little girl of five years old, clambered out from the fallen tree, forgetting the dirt she had accumulated all over her clothes, and hands and knees, and hurried back through the woods which lay just behind her cottage home.
Tialha had never ventured too far, although she knew she would one day. Daminu Forest was the safest place in the quiet and peaceful land of Poeta. The Elim Elder guarded and protected it quietly.
She grinned as she jumped through the tiny, bubbling streams and exploded through piles of leaves, giggling with glee as she went. One of the swaying Elim protectors in the distance, turned its slow and timeless wooden head, to watch without interest as the little girl bounded through the forest and into her back garden.
The garden blended smoothly into Daminu Forest, but the garden was blanketed with soft grass, rows of flowers and low hedges, scattered with blossom petals from the single blossom tree at the centre, forever blooming pink blossoms through every month of the year.
Tialha's mother stood by the conservatory doors, which was open to the warm air of late afternoon.
"I'm here, mama!" Tialha announced brightly as she dashed up to her mother.
Tialha's mother was a beautiful, pale woman, slender and elegant, even in her apron. Her hair was long and black, with deep ringlets towards the ends. Her eyes were rich and green.
Tialha also had green eyes like both of her parents, and her hair had ringlets too. But Tialha's hair was blonde, like her father's, and her skin was more fair, like his too, not as pale as her mother's.
Tialha loved them both, more than she could describe, and to see her mother waiting for her with a curious frown and hand on her hips, brought a grin to Tialha's face.
Her mother's eyes widened and she gasped. "Look at the state you're in, Tia!" She exclaimed, disapproving, yet laughing at the same time.
She knelt down to Tialha's level, brushing the dust, dirt and mud from Tialha's clothes. "You even have twigs in your hair," her mother chided.
Tialha giggled sheepishly. "I went through the tunnel in the tree!"
"Did you now? The same one you dragged papa through last week?"
Tialha nodded vigorously. "Yes, that one!" She then tugged her mother's hand. "Mama, can we go climb some trees again?"
Her mother chuckled. "Later, Tia. Tomorrow. We need to get ready for the Rebirth Festival. Papa will get there before us if we don't hurry."
"Papa always gets everywhere before us," Tialha whined.
"That's because you always come back into the house covered in dirt," her mother tutted. "Takes a long time to wash it all away. But we may lucky today. Come on."
Tialha followed her mother into the house. "What kind of fireworks will they have? Can we buy lots of food? Will there be games?"
Tialha babbled away as went into the bathroom, and her mother stripped her down and lathered Tialha in soapy bubbles, from the top of her head and down to her toes.
Tialha couldn't remember last year's celebrations very well. Too much happening in her young mind. Attention span was short. But she remembered it being fun. Every village, town and city in Atreia, celebrated the Rebirth Festival.
It represented the rebirth of the world, when God healed the Tower of Eternity, ended the fighting, and made the world happy and peaceful again. It happened once a year, on the anniversary of the day the Tower was made whole again.
Cleaned, Tialha was dressed in a lovely floral dress, and her mother helped her loop her arms through the straps which tied some light, fake wings to her back.
According to legend, there was a time when Daevas were plentiful and were the warriors who fought against the Dragons. Now that there were no Dragons, there was no need for Daevas, and eventually, all the Daevas left the world to rejoin God. They were legends and stories now.
Once again, with her mother kneeling down in front of Tialha to adjust her wings in place, Tialha's eyes lingered on her mother's neck.
"Mama, can I have a necklace like yours one day?" Tialha asked shyly, twiddling her fingers.
She had always liked everything her mother wore. She wanted to become like her mother more than anything, so beautiful, so graceful, so kind. Even when her clothes and jewellery were simple, she was still so beautiful.
Her mother's deep green eyes twinkled with calm wisdom, and a warm smile spread across her lips. "One day, this emerald will be yours. It is a part of me, as much as you are. When you are older though, then you can have it. Maybe when you get married," she mused thoughtfully. "Now I must get changed too. I will be just five minutes. Athi is downstairs in the playpen. Check on him."
Tialha nodded, and leapt from the room, and down the stairs, skipping every other step as if she could fly like the Daevas of old with the wings on her back. Inside the drawing room, her one year old little brother, Athidon, sat in the playpen, happily mumbling to himself and beating some of the soft boxes with a stick, delighted by the different sounds each hit made.
Athidon had the same pale skin and black hair as their mother, but shared the same green eyes from both their mother and father.
Tialha stroked his soft hair with loving warmth. He was so sweet.
Athidon looked happy, and so Tialha ran around the room and outer corridor instead, taking great leaps and jumps in the hopes the wings would help her stay in the air for longer.
It was not long at all before their mother came down the stairs, in a simple, but flowing skirt and blouse, with a cardigan. She checked her cross-body bag in the porch to ensure she had everything she needed for the children.
With everything ready, their mother swung the bag over her body, picked up Athidon and rested him on her hip. He held a soft toy in his hands. She locked the cottage behind her, and Tialha ran around with nervous and giddy energy. As the afternoon began to close and the light dimmed with the sunset, Tialha's excitement grew.
They followed the paths through Daminu Forest. The crystal lamps lit the way, and others who lived in cottages in the woods were also heading in the same direction, towards Cliona Lake and Akarios Village.
"Why did papa have to be working today?" Tialha asked.
"Because that is what the big grown-up world is like. Kinah doesn't grow on trees. We can't choose the days to work and play. You are lucky, Tia," her mother mused.
Both Tialha's mother and father were alchemists, some of the best. They usually worked in Akarios Village, but sometimes they also had to go to other lands around Atreia too, because their skills were the best.
"Tia!" An excited call turned Tialha's head.
Another girl was bounding up to them from behind. She was only a year older than Tialha, with mousy brown hair and warm brown eyes and tanned skin. She was also wearing a pair of wings.
"Viri!" Tialha exclaimed in delight.
Tialha's mother turned to find the small family hurrying to catch up with them.
"Anna, Kendel," she greeted in surprise. "I thought you would have been ahead of us."
The couple – Anna and Kendel – arrived with them, while Viri and Tialha jumped around each other, squealing with delight and admiring each other's wings.
"Ken forgot where he put his wallet," Anna said with a roll of her eyes.
"I was not the one who moved the fruit bowl," Kendel retorted, while he held his son's legs. Their son, Terrigon, of two years of age, was sat atop Kendel's shoulders, glancing down at Tialha's mother shyly.
"Who puts their wallet in the fruit bowl?" Anna tutted with exasperation.
"I needed somewhere to put it for a short while, and the fruit bowl happened to be the closest thing," Kendel sighed. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. We are not late, nor are we early."
Anna gently pinched Athidon's cheeks while Athidon watched them with fascination. "Athidon is so cute. Such chubby cheeks and big eyes." She then gazed down at Tialha and smiled proudly. "You look just like a Daeva, from the paintings, Tia. Both you and Viri would make a powerful duo."
Tialha grinned with equal pride and stood tall, hands on hips, next to Viri who mirrored the same strong posture.
"I am an Archer," Tialha announced proudly.
"And I am a Spirit Master!" Viri seconded.
The three grown ups chuckled. "We can see. And you would make a great Archer and Spirit Master."
Tialha and Viri giggled.
"Where is Julius, Bera?" Kendel asked, while Terrigon smoothed his father's hair with his small hands, finding interest in the tiny white hairs which were popping up amongst the dark brown.
Beralin smiled. Any mention of Tialha's father's name brought such a lovely warmth to her mother's eyes, and it always made Tialha stare at her for a moment longer with love.
"Pandemonium, for three days. But he will meet us at the festival," she replied.
Anna and Kendel's eyebrows rose. "Oof, that's a long way to go," Kendel commented.
"Well, that's what you get when you're the best in your field," Anna remarked.
Beralin smirked. "Unfortunately. It is hard to pretend to be stupid. I always got caught out in the end."
"You can't hide genius, Bera. Come on then," Anna said. "Let's go."
The group of them walked. Tialha and Viri remained ahead, giggling, chatting, and taking running leaps over the dips in the path, before taking even greater leaps down the hill which led out from the forest and to Cliona Lake.
As the sun set lower over the horizon, the plants began to glow brighter. From over the air, the smell of food drifted to them, making their mouths water with eager hunger.
The stalls overflowed beyond the village's confines, coming down to the shores of the lake. People bustled with excitement, voices chatted, laughed and called. Stalls sold drinks, food and toys. Lights and decorations hung from stall to stall and building to building. Music was already playing in the warmth of the evening. People danced in the plaza to the music, and children wearing wings dashed around, playing.
Tialha and Viri spotted their friends.
"Mama," Viri asked her mother. "Can we go play?"
"Before you do, listen carefully," Anna began.
Tialha was not listening, as she scanned the crowds with her big eyes, eager to run off with Viri to join the fun. She spotted a familiar figure, a grown-up, instead.
Tall, handsome, with long blond hair like hers, but plaited loosely down his back. He wore a simple, gentleman's suit, similar to the group of father's he stood with, yet he always made whatever he wore look so much smarter. So much like a prince from the stories.
He chatted with his group, his voice smooth and clear, and eyes just as clear and calm. Just like her mother's.
Tialha's chest swelled with love and excitement, and she dashed to him before Viri and their grown-ups realised.
"Papa!" Tialha squealed.
Her father paused, looking in her direction to the sound of her voice. And when his eyes landed on her, a glorious smile graced his face.
"There's my girl!" He exclaimed, bending down to lift Tialha into his arms as she leapt into them.
She squealed in delight as he lifted her high, as if she flew for a moment, before hugging her, and she hugged him tightly back, kissing him on the cheek.
"I missed you, papa!"
"I missed you too, Tia. I missed all of you," he said.
The men he stood with, chuckled fondly. They were all fathers of the children she played with. She couldn't remember the fathers' names, but she recognised their faces, and smiled shyly at them.
"Little Tia makes another pretty Daeva! But one who can fly," one of them chortled.
"Only because Julius is strong enough to throw her into the air. Never challenge him to a fight, Thomas. I'm telling you, you'll be on the floor before you even blink."
"Then don't blink," Thomas said dryly. "And dear God, were you drunk? No one is stupid enough to challenge Julius to anything. Both him and his wife. Seriously, were you drunk enough to ask him?"
"He was indeed," Julius chuckled. "He made a bet, and I won five hundred kinah as a result."
"Five hundred?" They exclaimed. "Bombar, does your wife know?"
"No, she does not," he huffed sourly. "And don't tell her either!" He then looked as if he had been caught out, and smiled sheepishly at Tialha. "Hey, Tia, don't tell Erlan's mother, alright?"
Tialha smiled. "I won't. You are papa's friend."
Bombar smiled warmly. "Thank you, Tia. You are such a good girl."
Tialha felt warmth and timid pride swell in her small chest.
Julius watched her with fondness. "Now where is mama and Athi?"
Tialha turned to glance back the way she came. It all looked completely different, as the people had all changed places, and she frowned in puzzlement.
"Umm," she trailed off. "They were there. But not anymore."
Julius laughed. "Alright gentlemen, I'll bump into you later once I've found my wife and son."
"Alright, Julius. Don't forget to actually come back," one of them mused.
"He's the best husband of us all. Dotes on his family more than anything. Almost impossible to pull him away from his wife," another said. "Then again, who can blame him. Beautiful woman."
"You can talk about me behind my back when I'm not within earshot," Julius said with wry amusement, before he then turned away with a nod. "As you were, chaps."
"Aye." They waved. Tialha watched them with interest from over Julius's shoulder.
"Come on lads, let's get some more ale," they said.
"Papa, what's ale?" Tialha asked.
"A drink grown-ups like to drink," her father said lightly as he walked through the sea of people.
"Can I try some?"
"No."
Tialha's shoulders sank. "Why?" She grumbled.
"Because only grown-ups are allowed to drink it. When you are older, then you can try some. But not now. You are allowed to choose one sweet drink from the stalls though. So have a careful think about it, then come back to mama or me and we will buy it for you."
Tialha's previous grumble was entirely forgotten, as the prospect of a rare treat made her giddy. She started spying the stalls immediately, liking every single one she saw. She forgot she was supposed to be helping her father look for her mother, despite her very high vantage point now to help her see. Tialha always enjoyed being carried by her father. His world was so high up from the ground!
Eventually, Julius found them first. Beralin was with Anna and Kendal, and Anna was still giving Viri special instructions. Athidon was playing with Beralin's hair, trying to chew it.
"Mama! I found him!" Tialha called.
Beralin turned, half distracted by what she was saying, before her entire expression warmed and brightened.
"Of course you did, Tia," she praised.
Julius joined their group, and with his other arm, took Beralin and hugged her close. "My lovely Bera," he sighed with contentment.
"Welcome back, Julius," she said, leaning up to kiss him gently.
"Glad you could make it, Julius!" Kendel exclaimed. "Pandemonium this time, eh?"
Julius grinned. "Best city in the world besides Sanctum. And cheaper to get to, even though it is in Asmodae."
"Sanctum is over-rated anyway," Kendel said dismissively. "So what if it's floating in the sky?"
Tiahla wanted to see it. What could be more amazing to see than a city floating in the sky?
"Tia, let's go!" Viri said excitedly.
Simultaneously, Athidon fidgeted in their mother's arms, suddenly realising and recognising the return of their father, and the toddler whined and reached out to him.
Therefore Julius put Tialha down, and took Athidon. "Hello, Athi," he chuckled, kissing his forehead, while Beralin knelt down to Tialha.
"Now Viri is in charge, alright?" She said sternly. "We are going to on the clearing by the well over there, see?"
Tiahla and Viri followed her point, to the grassy clearing surrounded by flowers and dotted with trees. Many families were sat on the benches and over picnic blankets.
"Don't wander too far. Understand?"
Both girls nodded enthusiastically.
Satisfied, Beralin nodded once to them, indicating freedom, and the girls whooped with delight as they ran off to find their friends.
The groups of children played games and danced amongst each other. They watched other people dance in the plaza, and came back to their parents periodically for drinks and food. Tialha's little brother tottered around with Terrigon, followed closely behind by Julius who watched them both like a hawk.
The other fathers' had come back, and most of the adults were all drinking the strange smelling stuff they called ale. Beralin and Anna seemed to be drinking a different grown-up drink which was bubbling, smelt sweeter and nicer.
Tialha was not allowed to try this one either. But her and Viri had a delicious sweet, creamy drink made from milk and fruit. It even came in a glass bottle, which had the girls gasping with amazement. They felt so fancy to be holding glass bottles. Not wooden cups.
The sky darkened as night fell. The lanterns burned bright, the stars twinkled, and the lights of Asmodae twinkled high above their heads. The Tower of Eternity loomed in the distance, glowing and pulsing softly with light.
Then, it was time for the fireworks, and everyone made their way down to the lake to line the shores for the best view. The boats floated somewhere in the middle, preparing to light the display.
Julius lifted Tialha onto his shoulders, where she could see above everybody's heads. Some other children who also had strong fathers, sat on their shoulders too, barely able to contain their excitement.
"Have you got a good view from up there, Tia?" Her mother asked with Athidon in her arms.
Tialha grinned. "The best view!"
Both Julius and Beralin laughed. While Julius talked with Kendel, Beralin handed Tialha one of the dozen chocolate biscuits they had bought from a stall earlier, and passed another one to Viri, who was sat upon her own father's shoulders. They munched on them eagerly.
A small chunk had been given to Athidon to enjoy. He chewed on it curiously, and pieces of it dropped off, slipping down the inside of Beralin's blouse. She clicked her tongue softly under her breath.
Julius watched her with amusement as she pulled her blouse away from the front, so the crumbs fell out from underneath.
The first fireworks were released into the sky with a hiss, drawing everyone's attention with a gasp as they watched the fireworks soar up above their heads, and explode with a great crack of sound and explosion of light.
Exclamations rippled around the crowds.
More and more fireworks went up, exploding with practised choreography, patterned arrays of glorious colours, and explosions which beat out like the rhythm of a drum being pounded. The rhythm and light increased, flashing in their overwhelming magnificence. Tialha felt her heart was soaring, like she was somehow flying into epic battle from the old legends against the Balaur.
Until at last, the final fireworks erupted in one, enormous wave of terrific glory.
Applause and cheers erupted around the lake from all in Poeta who had come to watch the incredible display. Tialha clapped vigorously with everyone else, her chest feeling tight with breathlessness.
"It gets better every year, I'm sure of it!" Anna exclaimed.
"Really? The one two years ago was quite bland compared to last year's and this year's," Beralin said thoughtfully.
"Yes, but it didn't feel bland until we had last year's and realised what we were missing," Anna pointed out.
"Ah, yes, you're right," Beralin conceded as she remembered.
"I want more fireworks!" Viri whined. Tialha felt exactly the same.
"You will have to wait until next year," Anna sighed.
"I don't want to wait until next year," Viri pouted.
"Don't worry, poppet," Kendel said soothingly. "It will be back around before you know it. Besides, you'll forget about tonight by tomorrow."
"No I won't!" Viri protested.
Kendel chuckled, before he then took Viri down from his shoulders. Julius reached up to do the same, when Tialha quickly noticed something and she gasped.
"Wait, wait!"
She patted away at her father's head, trying to dust away the crumbs from the biscuit she had eaten from the top of his hair.
Julius paused, as some of the falling crumbs passed down in front of his face. "Tia," he chided. "Did you leave crumbs on my head?"
"No," Tialha lied. She glanced at her mother, who was watching her with a raised eyebrow, arms crossed expectantly, while Athidon was sat at her feet, patting the grass sleepily with small hands.
Tialha grimaced. "Sorry."
Julius chuckled, and lifted Tialha off, setting her down on the ground. "Well, I've had worse," he mused.
"What, like bird poop?" Anna laughed. "Three times I've had that. Whoever said it means we get good luck, is a liar."
"Amazingly enough, no, I've never been pooped on by a bird," Julius remarked. "I was more thinking along the lines of Tia vomiting over my shoulders and down my back when she was a baby."
He stroked her hair, and Tialha smiled up at him apologetically. She could not remember that. She could not remember anything from being a baby. None of her friends did. Their parents said it was normal.
The two families stood together for a little longer, joined by some other friends with families, before they then bid each other all goodnight. Families began to make their way back home, for the children grew tired at this late hour, while those who were older, stayed behind to enjoy the rest of festival late into the night.
Tialha walked back with her family. She walked between her parents, holding their hands, and they swung her as they walked and chatted. They were both so strong. Tialha laughed with joy, and updated her father on everything which had happened in the last three days.
Julius carried the cross-body bag now, along with Athidon, who was fast asleep and drooling on his shoulder. Beralin held an additional bag in her other hand, containing the knick-knacks bought from the festival for them all to share over the next week.
Tialha never noticed how the Elim protectors in the distance bowed subtly in reverence to her parents as they walked past.
At last, they were home, and it felt full and complete again to have both mother and father under the same roof. All of Tialha's energy finally disappeared now that she was in the safest and most comfortable place in the world. She could have fallen asleep right there by the door as they took off their shoes and slipped into slippers.
Beralin took Athidon and the bags, and Tialha was encouraged up the stairs, her father urging her behind her.
"Come on, Tia. Let's get you ready for bed. You will sleep like a log tonight," Julius said as he helped her change into her night dress, wash her face and hands and brush her teeth.
"I don't want to sleep yet," Tialha yawned as she climbed into her bed.
On the other side of the room, her mother set Athidon down into his cot carefully, completely fast asleep.
"Can you tell me the story of Aion's Vessel and Aion's Key again, papa?"
Julius smiled at her. "Again?"
"It is my favourite story."
"It is also the longest one. You will be asleep before I am even five minutes in."
"But you tell it best. It feels . . . right. Not like school. Their version is boring."
Julius sighed softly, but his smile remained. "Very well. Move over so I can lie down next to you."
Tialha's heart leapt with happiness, and she scooted over to the edge of her bed.
"Wait," Beralin laughed gently. "Let me say goodnight to you now, Tia. You'll be asleep by the time I come back into this room."
Tialha reached up to her wonderful mother, and kissed her on the lips. "Night night, mama. I love you."
"I love you too, sweetheart. I love you three more than anything in the whole world," her mother crooned lovingly. "Now, I need to finish sorting the bags. Don't keep papa up too long."
Tialha grinned. "I won't."
Julius's smiled widened. They both watched Beralin float from the bedroom, and Julius then took off his slippers and settled down beside Tialha with a hearty sigh. He held his arm out for her, so she could snuggle up next to him.
She felt safe in his arms. She felt warm. Her father was the strongest man in the world in her eyes. And with her father home, nothing felt safer and more comfortable. The tiredness swamped over Tialha's head immediately, and she closed her eyes with contentment.
"The tale of Aion's Key and Vessel, begins in the Second Age," Julius began, his voice as lulling as a lullaby. "The real story goes as far back as the Ancient Age, starting with different characters. But Aion's Key and Vessel began their tale of love in the Second. It all started when a mysterious Daeva fell from the sky like a shooting star."
Tialha listened. She listened to her father's voice. She listened to his words. And as her mind fell beneath the waves of sleep, she dreamed of Aion's Key and Vessel. In her dreams, they looked like her parents. Beautiful, and strong.
Tialha fell to sleep with a smile on her face, because even though the story of Aion's Key and Vessel was so sad, it still had a happy ending.
Love, could overcome anything. And it did in the end.
xxx
I put the last of the bags' contents away into their cupboards and shelves, before standing at the counter in the kitchen, thinking about what to cook for the next day. I checked the pantry to make sure I had the correct ingredients, as well as the shelves for the correct spices and herbs.
It was only fifteen minutes after I had left Julius and the children, when I heard his footsteps come down the stairs.
"She lasted longer than I expected," I mused as Julius came into the kitchen.
He shook his head. "No, she was gone like a light after five minutes. Did not even get to our first meeting. I just wanted to watch them sleep."
I closed the cupboard and pantry doors, going over to him, where he brought me into his arms and embraced me tightly with a sigh. I knew this sigh very well now, for it was the sigh of coming home, of Julius finally being able to relax, to know I was physical, and real.
His home, was wherever I was. And it was the same in return. My arms wound around his back.
"You must be exhausted. We are normal, now. The time difference between here and Pandemonium is twelve hours," I said, leaning back with a frown. "Come on, go to bed. I will join you shortly."
He cupped my jaw, and pressed his lips to mine, parting them and slipped his tongue within with a hunger which sighed of lust and desire.
"Human or Daeva, join me now," he breathed against my lips. "Because I cannot and will not let you go until the sun has risen tomorrow morning."
Before I could reply, he returned to the kiss, deepening it and he pressed my body against his. Within my abdomen, my own fire was brought to the forefront of my mind, with a surge of desperate thirst to feel him against and within me.
We retreated to bed, where all clothes were cast aside, and our bodies rushed together with desire. Breathless kisses of undying love marked our skin. The rhythm of passion pounded deep, and heat was shared through the seeking touch of skin upon skin.
"My lovely Bera," Julius sighed against my skin, holding me tight as the power and heat of his seed filled my body.
I hugged him to me, kissing him softly as I smiled with the purest joy and peace.
"My Julius," I whispered. "I love you."
Through all of our trials and suffering. Through all of the pain, the heartbreak, the rage, despair, hate, and death, we had been given a second chance, an exchange in return for all which we had accomplished.
A gift.
Fate at last – through Sudryl – had smiled upon us, granting us the one wish we had both wanted from the beginning, over two thousand years ago.
To have children, to grow old, and to die together.
To finally live a normal life.
Amaurea, the third and final God of Atreia, honoured her word within the Weave of Truth.
And so our story of Aion's Key and Aion's Vessel – at long last – came to an end.
xx End xx
Author's Note: For those of you who have stuck it through to the end, THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU GUYS!
Of all the stories I have written over the years, this one is my most powerful. And to see from the stats some of you still came back to it after years of hiatus, gave me the strength and determination to literally write a chapter every day! Can you believe that?! Therefore huge HUGE thanks to returning readers. And huge thanks to any new readers who have picked up the story and finished it as well! Because this story was huge actually, almost the size of a trilogy.
I know there's going to be quite a few flaws with the whole time travel concept. I have gone back over the early chapters to tidy a lot of kinks and errors, but please, just enjoy the story for what it is – an epic love between Julius and Bera which spanned across space and time.
I have thoughtabout writing Amaurea's story as well at some point, because hers also had a tragic love story too; as well as repurposingAion's Key in original story format with a world I created, so it could maybe go to a publisher. There are so many extra scenes I wanted to add in. But honestly, my brain is absolutely knackered right now, so I'm going to give it a break for the moment.
If any of you are interested, Aion's Key is also up on my Wattpad page, along with other works.Story has the same name, but I've made a proper book cover for it there. And my pen-name is Touming103AyyarinFF (Couldn't get Ayyarin by itself as that one is from my first account which I forgot the password to).
Until next time, my fellow Daevas. I hope this story leaves an impact – a powerful and happy one. For me at least, this is the history and ending of Atreia. This is what truly happened.
Once again, thank you so, so much. If anyone wants to ask me stuff about the characters, do feel free to send me a pm, either here or on Wattpad.
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