Epilog
Harry's notes: Ad Interim Hoc. So, here it is, the last save my closing remarks and perhaps a tease for which may follow. It's been fun sharing my dreams with you; there are pages of others and more swirling 'cross my thoughts, and if I'd stop writing poetry, there's more instead of naught. I'm placing this in Romance where the story began; a good place to end. I think Oldman would agree.
His encircled listeners were silent as the last words were spoken. Of course they did not live happily ever after, but there were years where the illusion of happiness covered them like warm fuzzy blankets against a cold winter. He paused, thinking back on the countless permutations of operations that followed River and Sweetwater; all the long preparation, that led finally, to the year of blood and fire that removed the Formorian's control of humanity and slaughter of Fay on this continent.
His thoughts once again turned over the waters. He wondered if others were born into bondage far across them in the same manner that his child was born to freedom. His awareness looked into the void of the shining paths. He picked one and followed it away. Oldman's voice, lost in the distance, spoke from the paths of somewhere behind him, calling for Sandra.
--Har ri na, is the story over? What happened after that? The Dreamer did not speak; his eyes slowly closed. The boy looked up as the Princess entered his sphere of awareness. The children observed her anxious aura speeding toward them with wide eyes; they wondered what stray dog wandered in their midst.