EPILOGUE
Vamilion walked through the winter above the mountains and pounded on Owailion’s door with a fist. He alone would make this trek, for someone had to do it. Someone had to get through to his old mentor that the world still needed him. And besides, he had a gift to bring the hermit of the north.
He should have known better than to believe that Owailion would open his door for him. Vamilion crafted his own door through the stone wall and walked into the warm environment on the other side where the King of Creating did his magic tinkering. Vamilion wove his way through the growing mess of broken projects and then to the inner door of the palace and let himself in. The cold, icy world was reflected in the gray and misty inside of Owailion’s palace. No one met him here either, but tha
