Epilogue

Drip drip drip drip. Water dropped quietly from the rocky ceiling in a soothing pattern. Light breathing was heard above the water as it plunked onto rocks and into a small pool down below. After the most recent defeat of the Sorcerer, the Ninja, along with a group of friends, were able to finish Semira…mostly. Enraged, the spirit had disappeared to regain her strength and continued her plotting once more from deep within the Darkness. The Darkness…a place just as terrorizing as the Land of the Shadows where those like Semira were sent in hopes of keeping Norrisville safe from harm.

"It will not stay that way forever…" A soft, nearly silent voice mumbled.

"The time for celebration will be short-lived…the spirit of shadows will rise again, summoning her minions as well as her allies. A hero will be needed…" Within the dark space, a blue-white light shone brightly as the voice continued to speak.

"Nine warriors with the hearts of a true hero will rise up…they will be Norrisville's saviors…while not unheard of, they will return…" As the light shined throughout the enclosed area, water still flowing calmly throughout it, the voice became louder. As it spoke, the words echoed quietly through the cave-like space, holding a strong, mystical tone.

"While the odds of a victor will never be clear, and the battle could be drawn out as a tie…there is still a light that shines through the victor and above the loser…" Deep within the space, a small, thin figure sat on a smooth boulder, their eyes shut.

"That light…" The figures eyes opened, revealing a shiny, blue-white light, "…is hope." Drip drip drip drip.