Epilogue
The sounds of a castle in daytime could be called symphony or chaos.
Metal ringing against metal in the practice yard.
Armor clad guards stomping through the stone walls.
Maids scurrying to and fro as if their menial tasks were the most important of their lives.
People lived and people died behind the high walls that belonged to the King of Dreach-Dhoun.
Ramsey Kane knew he would never make it beyond the stone towers that were rimmed with steel spikes. He’d never make it across the vast expanse of land between the impenetrable gates and the nearest village.
Not without his crystal – the same crystal that hung at the throat of his keeper, the King. Ramsey’s strength was returning to him as he lived in his gilded cage, his ornate prison.
He pulled himself from the four-po
