Epilogue: Another Journey?

Two Months Later…

It was Christmas evening. I was standing out in the slowly, steadily falling snow, once again training with my four pieces of steel. Training in my old traveling clothes (including my trench coat, leather gloves and boots), I reflected on all that had happened.

I had saved the world… or had I?

Training even more fiercely, I thought about all that happened to me… the killing of my friends… the killing of the Order of Light… Charon's death… all of it was my fault.

Was I the ultimate cause of all this?

"Whoa, Roy! When did you get so good?" Jake asked me, stepping outside. "You're way better than last time I saw you train! How did you get so good?"

"Does it matter? What do you want, anyway?" I asked him.

"Nothing. Dad's done carving the ham, though. It's like… time to eat," he replied, using a surfer-like tone.

"Tch! Fine…" I muttered, sheathing my cold steel. I was getting a little tired, anyways, and I was a bit cold. I followed Jake to the door, but he was a few steps ahead of me.

Before I could get to the door, though, blizzard-like conditions whipped up around me. I used my hands to block my eyes from the ripping winds. Turning around, I saw someone's silhouette appear in the raging winds and snow. They were walking toward me.

I couldn't sense anything from them… and just as fast as the blizzard had raged up, it dissipated.

"Roy, what are you waiting for? The ham's getting cold fast!" Jake yelled, opening the door.

"I'll be there in just a second!" I yelled back. I slowly tread through the snow, hearing it crunch under my feet.

In the center of the yard, I grinned to myself.

"Looks like I might have another journey ahead of me!"

THE END