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Hermes passed the green hills where he last saw Bell five years ago, how many years have passed since Bell had defeated the great evil that had plagued the world? Hermes visited Bell on several occasions in the past but now Bell had grown old and the next few months would probably be his last.

Bell had married Isabel upon returning to the village, the village that she cherished the most, and he had three more kids with her. They are now fully grown and have families of their own to carry the name Cranel forevermore. Bell and Isabel remained together; they spend every happy and sorrowful moment with each other and in the end they were proud of what they left behind.

Isabel had passed away in recent years and she was proud that the last moments of her life she had spent them with her husband, who held her hand until she closed her eyes for the final time. Bell grieved his lost and had come to accept that which was cruel reality most of the times. Happiness never last, it disappears or it withers.

He had yet to pass away and Hermes wanted to visit him before he does. He found Bell lying down in bed which he once shared with his wife; his children were by his side. They left upon seeing Hermes, they had known who he was, after all Hermes had met Bell family on several occasions and was always good with them.

He walked towards Bell, the bores replaced the smooth skin texture the young boy once had and his eyes lost what little fire that remained. Above him, Hermes saw the blade he had returned to Bell, a blade which held so many precious memories that Bell had never remembered. Bell looked at Hermes and smiled fondly.

"How are you old friend?" An old man asked.

"I am good Bell, how are you?"

"A little tired but all is well."

Silence passed over them and forbidden them to speak to one another, Hermes sat down on the bed, trying not to make Bell uncomfortable. Bell spoke up.

"Hermes I had a funny dream, want to hear it?"

"I would love to Bell."

"I had a dream where I traveled with a black haired goddess; she was beautiful Hermes, really beautiful. We spend so much time together alone until I met a small child and a red haired man, there were also a fox and a raven but they were always there maybe even from the beginning. In the dream there was even this girl that looked similar to Isabel but she had blond hair. It was a really strange dream Hermes, but a nice one, it made me smile if only Isabel was there I would have not woken up from it."

Hermes stared at him; his eyes were foggy for the first time in many decades. Bell eyes became more unfocused and Hermes knew it was about to end.

The story he longed for was about to end.

"It is a truly strange dream Bell"

"Hermes I would like to see that dream once again, do you think if I close my eyes once more I could see it, maybe Isabel would be there, I would love that."

"Bell do you have any wishes?" asked the god.

"No, Hermes I do not, I lived a proud life and have seen many things and have many fond memories. But if I could have one wish I would like to see her again Hermes."

"You will Bell, just close your eyes and you will see her, and she is waiting for you Bell as she once did when you left on your long journey."

Bell breath began to become slower and slower as time passed by, there was a long pause. Bell turned his head to face the god, a small smile tugged on his lips. Hermes, in that instance, in those few seconds that lasted for an eternity, Hermes did not see the old man but a young Bell who wore a smile so bright it drowned out all of the unease the god had felt. He opened his mouth his eyes closing.

"It was a fun journey, was it not?"

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"Yes it was Bell, it truly was…"

Bell had never heard Hermes respond he had already closed his eyes and fell into a deep slumber. His heart stopped beating and the only thing that Hermes could hear was his own gulps and his tears as they fell on the wooden floor.

The next day Bell was buried beside Isabel grave, there was none who did not grieve his death, none more so that his children. Even the heaven above cried, rain began to fall as the people began to leave; only Hermes remained beside Bell grave. After some time the rain stopped and Hermes gazed upon the stars. He saw a single star that shined brighter than any other; he never saw that star before. His eyes remained on that bright star before he saw a star beside the bright one. They moved together, they were dancing.

Hermes smiled fondly. The story was over and somebody had to tell it.

"And that is how the story ends, what do you think, do you like it?"

"Yes we do, hey Uncle Michael can you tell us that story once more."

"Maybe another time, go now children Uncle Michael has some things to do."

"Ok bye Uncle Michael."

The children left and Michael remained alone, he still regretted adopting that name. The blond man that remained has never changed, he remained youthful as he always was but his eyes that once held a glint of immaturity now were more mature. It was already late and he once again turned his gaze to the stars, and smiled fondly. There on a distant plane where he could never reach, Bell danced with Isabel, they gently swayed as the stars around them sang. But Hermes could not stare at the sky for long; he had to tell a story, a story he was a part of.

A story which did not start in a castle nor did it start in a dungeon. It all began in a house, owned by a girl named Isabel.

And this is the end of the story; I hope it was enjoyable reading it as much as it was fun for me to write it. Please leave a review and tell me what you liked and what you hated about the story.