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Everyone was cheering. Everyone was celebrating that we had won. The dark hunters had fled, the remaining blue tunics had surrendered as soon as they learned of Zatir’s demise, and the Ralorns had already started rebuilding their homes. I was still being surrounded. Everyone coming up and thanking me, telling me how grateful they were. No one missing the opportunity to talk to me. For probably the first time since the fall of Ralorn, I felt like the king I was supposed to be. And yet, I didn’t want to be standing around talking to my people. I didn’t want to be making sure all the blue tunics were being placed in the dungeons. It was wrong of me, I knew, to ignore all that was going on right now just because I wanted to see Raven.
I wanted to find her and continuously scanned the cro
