EPILOGUE
Owailion wandered through the spring rain among the shards of marble left of the ruins. It soaked an already wet land where Raimi’s palace had once stood. Perhaps his sourness attracted clouds naturally. It had been raining ever since Tanzaa left. It fit his mood and Owailion wasn't complaining. This had been about all he had left of Raimi and he wanted to preserve what he could. The split and scattered ruins would eventually sink away and the entire island would become uninhabitable, he knew.
He thought hard about many things. For instance, the Agor Lolar would eventually come to exact her revenge against him, he was sure. He knew her name and could torture her, just as she would torture him if she returned. Perhaps one day she would learn his true name and kill him. He had oft
