Epilogue
The grief was such that can't be expressed by one like me. Seriously. I was unable to cry, and I understood what Evanen had meant when he didn't understand the concept of crying. Unable to cry makes it seem like there is no purpose to it. But as I continued to fully change into this new thing, this key to immortality, I had such a rage a grief inside me, and I didn't know how to let it out. It was just there, unable to harm or be unnoticed at the same time. The only answer would be a bitter rage, but that was rather pointless seeing as those I hated were now dead. In fact, everyone who would have any idea I held the power of the future of vampires was dead. Everyone else was waiting for news of their rising... our rising. Or do I have to include myself among vampires?
I decided the best way to get my revenge. There will be no rising. As long as I'm alive, I'm not going to turn any humans into me. I've already lost my promise with Mikel, and there's no point in making it worse. The vampires will just have to find their own way to rise because no key to immortality is going to back them up. I moved away from the cursed house of the Draele, into the woods with the sunlight on my back. I was unable to be followed at the time.
I was finally free to shed my leaves. Winter had arrived for me at last, but not in the way I prefered. I could start wherever I wanted, do whatever I wanted, and be whatever I wanted. No longer was I some human girl named Hailence Wyn Truit. I held the world in my hands. At least, I think. Not that I felt in any mood to go throw a party. The rage and grief was eating at me as I closed my eyes and saw Evanen's peaceful, dead face. What's worse was that I would be stuck with this forever. But then, maybe I could just hide in a hole somewhere until... what... I die? What does happen next?
Like Evanen said: That's what sucks about being the only one of your kind... you never have anything to tell what could possibly happen.
The End