EPILOGUE:

Seventeen years have passed, and I have not spoken a single word. Edwyn has grown old and weak with the fever – it is many times a day that I try to nourish him and cool his burning head. I have tried herbal concoctions, tea, and even magic…all of my efforts have proved futile, though Edwyn has smiled and thanked me for trying.

Auguste and Jacqueline lay down in the earth in graves right outside of the cottage. It is my sanctuary out there, in front of their tombstones, and I leave them several flowers a day. I keep Jacqueline's dual daggers and Auguste's broad sword in a chest, hidden away in my bedchamber. I do not even let Edwyn lay a hand on them; they are so precious to me.

My discipline for combat has changed. Perhaps two years ago I traveled back to Raphael's mansion and stole one of his rapiers. I do not know why I returned to his manor – for some reason it gave me some sort of relief to see that Raphael was deceased and Amy no longer in his habitation. The theft of the sword – I suppose – was to merely brag that I had survived from his malice. I now use the rapier instead of my scythe to fight.

As for Amy, it seems that every day I wait anxiously to see if she will walk in through the door. I have attempted to write to her, wherever she may be, but found it useless since I know not where she resides. I hope she is well, and I buy roses from the town nearby as much as I can, in some sort of prayer that she will have a safe journey – whatever it may be.

I have cut my emerald hair – once before it swayed past my hips – now it just barely curls around my chin. I prefer this much better, for I do not have to constantly meddle with it. Taking my thoughts of Amelie I made new clothes out of my previous maid outfit from in Raphael's service. Perhaps I shall even change my name. Many of the residents and neighbors from the close towns call me an old maid (yet I am only beginning my thirties!) since I have never considered marriage. I do not want to linger with them to tell them the story of Auguste.

I do not do much but dawdle in the past. Many of my dreams are filled with the adventures I shared with my dear loved ones, and many of them are also adventures that I would wish to have had. A new generation of heroes has begun, evidently, and I know not of the status of Soul Calibur and Soul Edge. It haunts my past so greatly that I prefer not to think of the twin swords.

And thus the emerald maiden has fulfilled her servitude…

This has taken me EIGHT MONTHS TO WRITE. That's a long time. I am so proud and happy that it's done with. XD

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A HUGE shout-out to ThalieXVII (sorry if I didn't get that right!) for keeping me going. This fanfiction is awesome because of you! :D

Thanks again for reading! I know it was a sad ending but it was canon so... :)

~Maedel II