Book Two – Chapter 8
The Return Home
A week later, the great gates of the Hall of Forgotten Kings opened one final time.
The long journey home had begun.
The procession stretched for nearly a mile.
Ashford wolves rode beside Black Hollow warriors. Former members of the First Circle traveled under white banners instead of crimson ones, a sign that they had laid down their loyalty to war and pledged themselves to peace.
At the front rode Kael and Draven.
Between them...
I rode beside my parents.
Every now and then, I looked at them just to make sure they were really there.
My mother would smile.
My father would laugh softly.
And every time, my heart whispered the same thought.
They're finally home.
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The journey through the Frostfang Mountains was different this time.
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