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Well, you wanted me to do an epilogue, and I think it's better with the epilogue too, so here it is.

The Wave Warrior Epilogue

Ailin knocked softly on the training master's door. A tall, muscular blond man opened the door; he seemed to be in his mid-to-late fifties. He looked down at her with an amused expression. Apparently, he found blue-white hair to be funny. Gathering her courage, Ailin looked up to meet his eye.

"Sir Padraig, there is something you need to know," she began hurriedly, " A page by the name of Yamazaki of Queenscove will no longer be training for knighthood—"

He cut her off with his hand, "Miss, slow down. First of all, your name and what ever happened to you would be appreciated," he gestured to her very torn and stained breeches and shirt," Second, I need to go to the mess hall to meet the pages. If you wish you may tell about young Zak's resignation there." Ailin tried to explain that he did not resign, and was cut off again. "Name and event?"

"Ailin, my name is Ailin. I'm also known as the Wave Warrior. As for my garb, I was involved in a battle." She explained quietly. "Sir, with all due respect, the pages can wait. Zak is dead!" she burst out, feeling the tears well up again. The change in the training master's demeanour was striking.

"How? Why? Who else knows?" his questions came hard and fast as he crouched before the crying girl. She gulped, dried the majority of her tears and began to recount the story of the battle and the history behind it. When she finished she realized that she was now sitting in a chair inside Padraig's office. Said man, was looking at Ailin in disbelief.

"Let me get this straight . . .he died by your and Selenia's hands because he charged in between you two when you were fighting to decide which patron god would have dominion over the islands?" Ailin nodded in response. Padraig let out a long breath, "After breakfast, I will write the letter to his parents. You say his body isn't here."

"A dragon took it away. To meet with the Great Gods, why, I do not know." She suddenly brightened, "they could bring him back to life and then he . . .no, they wouldn't do that. Then why?" She pondered.

The training master now stood at the door, looking at the warrior expectantly. She got up and met him at the door.

"If we may; there are still the pages to attend to. I also need to speak with Derrin and Selenia." He said to her kindly.

"Of course." She replied.

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The next day

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Yukimi of Queenscove (formerly noh Daiomoru) fingers trembled as she read the letter from the training master. Sitting down stiffly, she dropped the letter to the floor. Her eyes hurt from with held tears.

"What did it say?" her husband, commonly known as Neal, asked from the doorway.

"He's . . .Zak has . . .passed on," she said letting her tears flow.

"What!?" Neal shouted striding into the sitting room snatching up the letter in the process. He quickly scanned the letter and paled severely. He looked at Yuki and back at the letter. Quickly turning red with anger, he exploded, "I told him not to get to involved."

"Involved in what?" Yuki's trembling voice silencing Neal.

"A prophecy, the one of Wave Warrior and her battle with the Crimson Cat, he was, heck I was at a time, a vessel for the two gods involved." He replied tiredly. Yuki nodded, she knew the prophecy, but why was her son involved, dammit?!

"We go to Corus, tonight. Nia can bring Nathalie for tomorrow and Maia can stay at the University." Yuki said curtly naming, her daughters and their nursemaid. Quickly trotted out of the room to pack a few things. Watching her leave, he felt a nagging sense in the back of his mind. Turning, he saw a pale flash of silver light in the solarium. Looking in cautiously, his jaw dropped. No, it couldn't be, it was impossible, but there he was, his only son, but he looked . . .older. Behind him, a blue-skinned young woman stood.

"Dad," the young man who looked let Zak said carefully, "It's me, Zak, I'm alright. Don't worry."

The shocked Neal took a step forward, "Zak, what happened?"

"I got too involved and was caught in between their blades," Zak smiled wryly, "On the plus side, I'm a god. I'll be able to visit on holidays. Where's Mom?"

"H-Here" Yuki came out from behind Neal, obviously shaken. Taken one look at Zak, she ran up and gave him a hug. After loosening her strangle hold on the young god, she looked at his companion, "Zak, who's this?"

"This is the Wave Walker, Mom. She was the one who petitioned for my position; took me right out of the Realm of the Dead." Zak explained.

"Yamazaki, we must leave soon," Wave Walker said politely, turning to Neal and Yuki, she continued, "I am sorry, but he cannot stay. If not for his unique situation, Yamazaki would not be allowed here at all. Say your goodbyes quickly, I must open the portal now."

Zak embraced his parents and promised to visit on holidays once. Finished with farewells, he reluctantly followed Wave Walker back to the Divine Realms.

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And time goes on . . .

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Everyone came over their shock and remorse in due time, the word of Zak's godliness spreading quickly. Selenia and Derrin both continued their knight's training. Selenia was also transformed into a 'normal' human, the day after the fight as her duty was finished. After both of them had passed their ordeal, the two of them were married. I became an instructor and adviser at the palace, sharing my unique battle knowledge with all who passed through during her time there. And Zak, well he governed his lands skilfully under the guidance of Kidunka and the Wave Walker.

Zak's siblings grew up and followed their own paths, with some adventure of course. The decades wore on, people were born and died, kings changed and battles fought.

This is our story, our legend. I bet you, that at least once a day a child, somewhere in the Eastern Lands will ask: Will you tell me the story about the Island God? So here it is, in full, at the request of a child.

This is Ailin, weapons master of the capital, signing out.

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There. Done. (finally) I apologize for the lateness of the Epilogue but I was stuck on where to start. Before you ask, yes, Ailin was the narrator through out the story; well at least she compiled all the accounts of people.

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 Sarai I-E