Epilogue
Fifty-Four: Clay
Five Years Later
It has been five short years since that fateful day that I had killed the Queen. A lot has been accomplished since then. We had teared down her castle and had built houses there. Instead of having one ruler over us all we now have group of leaders that make the decisions. What is funny is that they wanted both Lyra and I to be the deciding factors. Brian and Andre are also in the group of leaders. I sigh as I’m getting ready for the next meeting, Lyra is in the bathroom giving our daughter Adele her bath. I smile as I think of our four-year-old little girl.
“Papa, Papa….” Adele screams running out of the bathroom buck naked laughing as she climbs on the bed and hides behind me. I laugh as I see a flustered Lyra waddling out of the bathroom. “
