Epilogue



...it had been many years since that fateful year the then unknown Blood Mage had given Daya's mother, Dalila, a magic touch, and then fulfilling what he had meant for Daya to do, by turning her evil. But his plans fell through. Through the actions of two Heralds and their Companions, another single Companion, the Grove Born Rolan, and the Mercenary Skybolt Muri, his plans had been thwarted involving Daya, and she had been Chosen by the mare Erana, and titled Gatherer.

Earlier that day, the two Heir-potentials, now official Heirs, had been Chosen by the Companions Itan and Rubanna, and the son of the Queen's Own, Jeremy, had been Chosen by Hliry. During these fateful Choosings, the Grove Born had been outside of Haven, saving Valdemar, and the infamous Gatherer, from the might and wit of the Blood Mage Lacoren, instead of being present. Shortly before the ceremonies for the newly Chosen, the Grove Born, Skybolt Scout Group, two Heralds and their Companions, and the newly Chosen Daya, now titled Gatherer, by Erana, came to the palace to present another to be introduced to the Court. A great celebration followed, after which, the Heralds slipped off to their own version. Thus began the life of the Daya leading up to her being Chosen, and being named Gatherer.

The continued tale of the life of the Herald-Gatherer Daya following her being Chosen can be found in the Chronicles written by the Herald-Chronicler Myste in volume seventy-six...

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I looked down at my writing and smiled slightly, happy with the history I had just completed for Myste. I had thought it would be boring, to sift so deeply in my past, but it had been rather enjoyable to laugh at all my mistakes in those years before I had been Chosen.

My life had altered considerably on that day Erana had caught me using the powers of the Grove and the later one of which I had been Chosen. Since then I had gone on many missions, hoarded many powers, and nearly gotten myself and my Companion and my company killed. Those memories mad me laugh, also. I didn't regret it, and nor did 'Rana.

I could feel the sorrowful ring of the Bell of Passing now, even before I die. I knew it would be soon. My time here was done. It was almost Erana and my turn to reach the Heavens.

Almost.

Suddenly, 'Rana was there in my mind, active. For one moment we just enjoyed each other's presences. For just one moment.

She suddenly whispered in my ear. . .

:There is just one more thing we--: She hesitated, as if listening to a voice in her head, which could be quite legitimate, :-You must do before we can ascend to the Heavens. You must write a prophecy. The Rebirth of the next Gatherer of Power.: She intoned softly in my head.

I smiled slightly, and 'Rana's presence faded into the back of my mind. I took up my quill, dipped in the ink pot, and began to write,



The Prophecy of the Gatherer.







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Wow. It's over. All the writer's blocks, confusion, grammatic problems, OVER! I can't believe I'm done! Whoo! With a HUMONGOUS side of HOO!!



Okay. I know lots of you are going to be wondering if there's going to be a sequel or whatnot. No, there isn't. Unless someone comes up with a GREAT topic that they wish to give to me.



OR.



One of you peoples can think of a topic, lets say her life after being Chosen or The Prince and Princesses being Chosen, and YOU can write about it. You see, I purposely made those topics vague, for this reason.



Those are the two options, oh wait, there's a third.



Don't do anything about it and leave any ideas to rot.



Pick one, review, tell me, then write, write write!



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Oh, and another thing. Kierseth and I just posted the first chapter of our joint story, 'Without Time, Within Space.' Please, all, read and review it.





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