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AN: So the end of the story and trilogy! Huge thanks to those who followed, favourited, and reviewed (AnayristheDragon25, guest and .7503)! And here's the epilogue!
Epilogue:
A spirit floated around, looking for something in particular. He stopped as he he found the object hidden carefully in a desolated place and carefully swept down. The wind whistled in its ears as it sped up, grabbing the object.
The object, whatever it was, glowed brightly in it's palm, causing the spirit to smile sadly as it stared at the thing for a moment or two. Its smile turned wistful as it covered his hands around the objec.
Slowly, the object started shimmering, glowing, and moving a bit. The spirit paid no attention, keeping its eyes closed. Finally, the object slowly, carefully, broke apart. Each piece formed into a dagger. Very soon, five daggers lay on the floor. The spirit gently brushed its fingers against one, which responded with a red glow. Another one matched it, but shone blue.
It then picked up the daggers and disappeared, flying elsewhere and encouraging the wind to help it go faster, until it reached its destination. The spirit pulled out a dagger, which glowed golden in its hands.
The spirit sighed as it drifted up, the moon serenely shining down on it.
It soon reached its last destination. The flames were burned down low, and the spirit saw lots of people around the fire. The spirit took the five daggers, individually and carefully dropping them in five specific people's laps.
The five people looked up, gaping at the daggers that were now in their laps, before turning around wildly. Nothing. The spirit grabbed the last one and flung it into the fire, where it started melting. The flames eagerly licked it up and grew higher with each passing second.
One of the five stood up before he was roughly pushed back down by another, who hissed a name to him with sorrowful eyes.
"Lin Chung."
The spirit didn't answer, nor did he try to, but simply sat down as he watched the flames burn his last resort.
The flames continued burning the beloved object, growing greater at every passing second, until the dagger was gone, and the fire died instantly. The girl sitting by the fire sighed sadly, gently poking into the flames.
The flames didn't rise again. The ashes scattered as the wind called out to the broken spirit.
But, by then, the spirit was gone.