Epilogue:
Gedonelune
His people were settling. They were building new homes, and healers' places, and stores, and schools and and farms and all sorts of places. The kingdom was very new, not even named. There was only a very base form of government, mostly elected leaders of various small groups. They were attempting to organize something more permanent.
Thomas was put in charge of the warriors. A woman named Jeala had been chosen by the healer's. A man, who went by his last name of Goldstein, was leading the craftsmen. There were various others, and they all worked together surprisingly well, if one ignored the growing discord between those few who followed Madryn—leader of the more…morally grey magic users—and the rest of the leaders. His followers were the only few who opposed the decision to make Johnathan king.
This particular meeting was nearing an end.
"Sire, many of us have been thinking," Goldstein said. "That while it may seem like a small matter, it is vitally important. Do we not need a name? For this kingdom we are creating? Any craftsman worth their salt knows that a name carries a lot of weight, good or bad."
"The healers agree. A name can be the difference between poison and salve, and getting them mixed up can be fatal." Jeala insisted.
Thomas then spoke up. "Pendraco, perhaps? In honor of all your family has done for this people?"
Johnathan shook his head. "There is much sorrow, or rather, poison, that has infected the name." And, at that moment, he had an idea. "But there is none to be found in my mother's maiden name. She was the last of the Gedonelune family, which dedicated generations to helping those in need."
"Gedonelune," Thomas said slowly, as if tasting the name. "Gem Moon. It has a nice sound to it. Any opposed?"
Even the grumbly Madryn didn't outright oppose it.
And Thus, the Country of Gedonelune, headed by the Gedonelune family, was officially formed.
