Epilogue

Law opened his eyes, Talena was sitting next to him. She smiled as he awoke, and he groaned.

"It's a healing spell, you'll be fine in a week or so." she said.

"Thanks." he croaked, and closed his eyes.

"Where am I?" he asked a moment later.

"You're in the infirmary in the Palace barracks," she replied, "I'm here because offered to take care of you."

"Why?"

"Because I was wrong about you." She replied.

"When can I go home?" he needed to know.

"I'm afraid you can't," Someone else said. An older voice, the Abhorsen's, "The Ancelsterrian Army doesn't want to even hear about you, and one General Cardon tells me your assets have been seized by the state." Law opened his eyes to look at her.

"I suppose I could stay here," he conceded, "But I don't want to. You fucked me over. You owe me big time. Fix it."

"We know, but they won't hear of it," she replied, "We can make your life here comfortable, there's a position open for you in the royal guard." Law sighed. There was so much he didn't understand, and he had accepted that he would never live to see his home again anyway, although he'd thought he wouldn't live, period.

"I don't belong here." he finally said.

"You killed five necromancers with no knowledge of magic," Talena said, "You're right. You belong in the Royal guard." Law sighed again. He belonged in an office, designing shit. Peaceful shit. He was going to die on this side of the wall, he would have to accept that sooner or later.

"Why didn't you warn me about what could have happened to me?" Law asked, "Why didn't you tell me my spirit could have ended up subjugated, and why don't you tell me what that means?"

"The greater good, Law," Sabriel replied, "We needed a killer, and I don't know anyone quite like you." Law didn't feel complimented.

"I'm not a killer," he said, "And I would have helped anyway. You know it."

"They would have enslaved you for all eternity. Still would have helped?" Talena said. Law nodded. If he'd known. He'd been taken advantage of too many times in this country; he was bitter.

"There's nothing for me here." he breathed, then closed his eyes. A minute or so passed.

"My apprentice and I were waiting in death for you to kill Keenan. He crossed over into death and we bound him before he could recover. A little while later, the other necromancers crossed over into death, and we sent a signal to the royal guard, who were waiting to attack around the castle. We managed to bind two, but the others escaped us. We never expected you to hunt them all down, but you did, and we were victorious. You were the catalyst. Without you, many more lives could have been lost, including my own. We appreciate what you've done, and are ever grateful." Sabriel said, quietly, "We had known about them for a while, but we never expected them to take an initiative before we did. Because of you, we managed to turn their initiative against them."

"Why did I have to be involved; what did I have to do with all this?" he croaked; he was feeling weak and sore from being awake for so long.

"Politics; some people thought Corolini was the greatest leader Ancelstierre ever had. You killed him and I opposed him. The group of Necromancers and one of those factions joined up for what was basically a revenge plot and a coup rolled together." She replied. Great. He opened his eyes.

"I take it that's why I can't go home." Law said. Sabriel nodded. His return home would be out of her hands; he'd have to stay. He sighed.

Well, aren't we all glad that's all over?
This story basically lacked brilliance, but it was fun to write, i hope it was a good read too. Not like anyone got this far though.