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Epilouge
(Four years later)
(Writer's POV)
Not a lot of things happened in the year following Galia's rescue. He eventually grew on everyone, especially Alexiel. He was offered to be on the team, and he accepted without a second thought only because Alexiel was already a Titan. That year, Galia would go on trips from the tower every once in a while, and sometimes he'd be gone for months, without warning, and come back as if he'd never left. He'd never explain where he'd gone for so long, but the Titans were always glad to have him back, so they didn't really ask. Alexiel turned twenty recently, and as a present, Galia proposed. She, of course, said yes.
(Alexiel's POV)
I woke up, feeling cold; Galia wasn't there beside me to keep me warm. I sat and glided to the soft floor. I pulled on some jeans and a turtleneck.
I wrote a note. It said: "I'll be back soon, and I'll be in touch. I have my commmunicator. Love, Alexiel"
It was then I heard talons scraping in the hall. I followed and when the sound led me all the way outside, I saw a winged silhouette swoop into the clouds. I knew it was Galia on another excursion, so I followed.
I pulled up to his altitude so we could fly wingtip to wingtip. The pale moonlight cast a blue glow on his normally gray the reptillian scales on his legs and forearms.
His curly dark hair was buffeted by the wind. He smiled at me and his eyes glittered in the dark.
I reached out for his hand, and he took it in his, and we flew through the night hand in hand.
((The sun is rising. On a branch rest two birds; one as dark as night, the other white as snow. They have grown over the years; around their eyes, there are gray feathers. Lower on the branch, shaded and protected, is a nest, and inside are two tiny baby birds. One bird is a speckled black and white, the other, a firey red orange, out of place among all the neutral colors. The dove flies off again to the East, for the last time. The raven flies off after her, but a screech from above warns of a silver hawk. The hawk swoops and grabs the raven by the wings with its talons, and takes him into the Western sky. The tiny fledgelings cry out, but neither the raven or the dove can her them. The dove is a tiny sunlit dot in the sky. The sun rolls to the West; the day moves on.))