Epilogue
Many years laterThe final battle had been fought and won, but at a terrible cost. The Seven Wardens were no longer. They’d died to save the world.
Nessie wished they hadn’t. Screw the world, screw the Warden’s sense of duty.
“You weren’t supposed to die,” she told the gravestone in front of her. “You still had so many years to live.”
She gently brushed over the smooth marble stone, removing a tiny leaf that had landed there. He was buried by the sea, his gravestone looking out over the waves. He’d loved that view. When they built their house not far from here, he’d always talked about building a bench right here on the cliff. Now, he never would. For a moment, Nessie considered doing it herself, but that didn’t feel right. Besides, she was returning to the Loch, the place wher
