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Laars, Tuulen, and the 4,000 cavalry behind them smashed into the Jiri soldiers riding full speed and scattered their lines. Feno’lin, seeing the moment of opportunity at hand, calls a full charge into the turned Jiri lines. Together, the cavalry and Feno’lin’s remaining men sandwiched the Jiri. After a long battle, Laars and Tuulen met Feno’lin amongst the field of dead Jiri and greeted each other warmly.

Feno’lin, Joliad (the Beyodinian), and Tuulen set out towards a side entrance into Hak’rin’s keep to bring justice upon him. Upon entering the cave, they heard a drumming far away. Tuulen looked out and saw 10s of thousands of Denmir infantry marching out towards Laars’ men. Tuulen commented about how they should hurry.

Laars, while gathering his dead, looked out towards Hak’rin’s keep and saw a massive amount of Denmir preparing for an attack. He shouted for his men to form behind him and prepare to defend themselves. They slowly started trotting (or if on foot walking) towards the Denmir, greatly outnumbered and prepared to fight to the last man.

Feno’lin, Tuulen, and Joliad dismounted their horses in the empty streets of Had’Ian (the Denmir main city). They carefully walked to the keep of Had’Ess. Quickly dispatching of a few Jiri guards, they make their way into Hak’rin’s hall.

Once inside, they see Hak’rin, backed turned to the intruders, stoic-like in manor in deep thought. They have a long dialogue where Hak’rin says he has found out who Tuulen truly is. Feno’lin and Joliad, upon hearing of this turn to Tuulen who stares sadly at the floor and tells them that it’s something he is forced to live with for the rest of his days. Trying to ignore the fact that he is fighting along-side of his creator, Feno’lin tells Hak’rin that he is here to bring justice upon him. Feno’lin steps up to him and swings his sword at his neck, stopping only inches. Feno’lin wonders why Hak’rin didn’t even flinch and Tuulen answers after a long sigh “His death will destroy the entire race of the Denmir. He has linked himself to all pure bloods in a desperate act of cowardice.” Feno’lin, weighing the decisions in his head, takes his sword and runs Hak’rin through. In one final and fluidic move, Hak’rin unsheaths his dagger and slashes Feno’lin’s chest. Both men collapsed at the same time.

King Laars and his men were running at full charge towards their last battle with King Laars blaring shouts of “CHARGE MEN. DON’T STOP UNTIL YOU FIND YOURSELF DEAD!” They rode valiantly and crashed into the Denmir army. The battle raged and men of both sides fell dead. But suddenly, the Denmir all stopped dead in their tracks. All men stopped in bewilderment while the Denmir fell to their knees and turned to dust. A loud, desperate cry of victory sound out amongst King Laars and his men but was drowned out a loud clap of thunder and pouring rain. They had won; they were saved.

Tuulen and Joliad knelt down next to Feno’lin who could feel he poison of Hak’rin’s blade spreading through his body. Feno’lin’s last words were thanking Joliad for his bravery and reminding Tuulen of his promise. Tuulen then shut Feno’lin’s eyelids, whispered “Sleep now, and die peacefully,” and placed his hand over his face.

King Laars and a few of his men, drenched from the heavy rain, opened the large double doors victoriously to the sight of Tuulen staring down at Feno’lin’s body and Joliad desecrating the ashes of Hak’rin and looting the knife that fell Feno’lin and Feno’lin’s sword.

King Laars walks up to the body of Feno’lin reverantly and begins picking up his body by the leg. Tuulen grabs Feno’lin’s arm and Joliad grabs the other, resting Feno’lin’s head on his shoulder. Together and with the help of a few of Laars’ men they carried his body out of Hak’rin’s chamber.

After the 3 day rain that washed away the ashes of the Jiri and the Denmir, King Laars and Joliad buried their men on the field where they fell with a few words from Tuulen. When Tuulen was finished, King Laars slowly lead his men back to his country. Joliad, having a few warm words of parting for Tuulen, set out for his home country galloping full speed and racing the men he set out with. Tuulen set out slowly toward’s Feno’lin’s home carrying his remains in the Denmir wagon he had commendeered from the abandoned city of Had’Ian.

Hoigala stood on the doorstep of her home seeing Tuulen riding up in an oddly designed wagon. She started crying, knowing that something was wrong. When Tuulen stopped and climbed of the wagon, he faced her, stopped, and looked down in sadness. Hoigalath collapsed in sadness, head in hands.

Now Tuulen breaks in with a monologue. He says that he will forever be in mourning for all the death he has caused. He has surrendered his powers and given them to Feyolin, son of Feno’lin and Hoigala. His immortality has come to an end and old age is getting the better of him. His future is certain, but Hoigala and Feyolin’s has yet to be seen.

[well, I’m done with the extended summary. I enjoyed writing it and felt the ending did a good job of setting itself up for a sequel (which I already have an idea of what it’ll be about - Feyolin has to save the continent because it’s falling into the ocean due to it being connected to Tuulen’s life). My next post will be an outline then I will stop posting about it until it’s finished.]