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Epilogue
Gabriel knelt before a sarcophagus, his head bowed in prayer. Grace and Mosely watched from the door, exchanging puzzled looks. "Is he okay? What happened last night?" Grace whispered to Mosely.
Mosely blinked and shrugged. "Hard to explain."
"I've never seen him reverent before."
"He never liked change much... I think he might be a bit more accepting now."
"Why?"
"Last night was quite an eye opener. I think he had no idea he was that powerful... maybe he was thinking that everything he'd done up to this point had been luck. Last night had nothing to do with chance."
Gabriel made the sign of the cross and rose walking over to his friends with a grin. "What's goin on?"
"Just making sure you're okay, Gabriel." Grace clasped her hands behind her back nervously.
"Why wouldn't I be?" He looked between them.
"After last night..." Mosely shrugged. "I was surprised you were already gone this morning when I woke up.
"Had a lot of catching up to do." He glanced back at the coffin he was visiting. "With the person that started it all."
"What do you mean?" Grace asked.
Gabriel shrugged. "I don't really know... But It would be interesting to look back before Kail Ritter to find out if there were many truly supernatural things that the family pulled off. What if we didn't come into true power until Alia's blood entered the line? The talisman just focused the spiritual energy before—but now there's a lot more to it than that."
"And the Ritter's would never believe it to be true back in the era because they, in a sense, were akin to what they hunted."
"Gotta make ya wonder." Gabriel ran a hand through his hair. "Certainly changed my perspective."
"I bet." Mosely looked at Grace. "So... you're not really... normal?"
"Thanks a lot." Gabriel shook his head. "Course I'm normal... Just have... whatever Alia was—that blood in my veins."
The three left the church and started back up toward the castle, Gabriel in the lead with his hands in his pockets. It was almost midday the sun was shining but the chill wind kept the warmth in check. The scent of fresh bread filtered up from a house off in the town somewhere. They arrived at the bridge and Gabriel stopped, looking up at the sun then to the ground. How many times had Alia done the same thing? Looked up at the same sun from a thousand, a million different perspectives... always the same.
That's where it was: Perspective. His had always been static, even when his life changed and he was suddenly no longer poor, he still looked at things the same way. Finally, after having a moment to think without having to rush off to some new problem, he could find the answer that had been eluding him...
"What's up, Gabe?" Mosely asked.
Gabriel looked at him and shrugged. "Nothing man, let's get some breakfast."