Epilogue
The queen of Bela sat alone on the edge of the white cliffs. She let her legs drop over the side as she peered down into the calm waters below. It was a rare day that didn’t see the churning ocean thrashing against the rocky face.
There hadn’t been a day of such importance since the time of Aurora and Phillip.
She held her hand at her side, palm down, pulling the grasses from the earth with her magic. It was all she could do now. She created flowers and helped with the clearing of land for new building projects.
When she wasn’t ruling her people.
Two years had passed since the day her people were freed from the threat of La Dame. They’d been an uneventful two years, and that was okay with Etta.
Bela made progress. They’d lost a lot in the battle. Many of her people didn’t
