Epilogue
Two years later…
A small Lolosian fishing boat had just dropped it's net several miles out of town. They were on their third trip on the ocean, third load. After this, they could all go home. The Net Master cast the rope netting over the edge as he had done millions of times before. He let the object sink slowly to the bottom. He could stop this tonight. This was his last run. He finally got his acceptance letter back from Battleon. He was going to become a Guardian.
After the appropriate time, he started to pull the net back in. Nothing special. It was chock-a-block with fish as usual, except this time, there was a foreign object mingling with the fish. It was a gold hilt with a rusted over blade attached. The weapons resembled the Blade of Awe….