Epilogue

The Chief had found a pure white mare and some supplies as he scaled down the cliffs. He shone the sword on the gate and it opened.

As he left, he heard a loud roar. The roar of a Colossus. A roar so powerful it shook the earth beneath him and caused the clouds to scatter.

And so, it was the Chief and his pure white mare roaming the empty lands. Lands where people once laughed and feasted. Lands where people sinned and prayed. Lands where people loved and hated. Lands that the Chief and his people had once called home.

The Chief was the last of his people. A bad man who had let countless die for something he thought was right but was so very far from right. A man who the people chose to lead them but had murdered them instead in cold blood. A man whose heart was not that of flesh but of stone. Stone, the likes of which could only be seen on the Guardians he had tainted.

And this man was the last of his people. The last of the living within this land.

Or so he thought…

When he reached the face of the temple, he saw a pony. A pure black pony with knobby knees struggling to keep itself from falling. A pony that would die within two days, give or take. Emon sought to give it food so that it might last just a little longer when he saw a boy with a mountain of fruit in his two small arms.

The boy dropped the fruit when he saw the Chief. The fruit rolled down the hill as the boy tried to make a run for it but the Chief easily caught up to him due to being on horseback.

The Chief assured the boy he would not hurt him. Asked why the boy had not evacuated with the rest.

The boy said he was under the temple for the longest time, surviving only off of mushrooms. The boy said he was looking for his father who had sought off to rescue him from an ailment and was never heard of again.

The Chief recognised this boy. It was the boy who was loved so very much, a man did despicable deeds to bring him back. A boy who was loved so very much, his father unleashed an ancient evil just to love him again.

The Chief should kill him right where he stood. He should kill him for causing the deaths of thousands of innocent soldiers who just wanted to return to their families. It was so easy, the Chief just had to slice his throat and it would be done.

Then the Chief saw the innocence in the boy's blue eyes and he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Together they took care of the horse. The boy was rather skinny and so the Chief opted to hunt for him, choosing only the finest mint. The Chief discovered he had a strong grip and so sent him to pick up fruits. The Chief told the boy the story of his father, leaving out the gruesome details. It was a tear-filled night. Soon the boy's pony was strong enough and so they left the Forbidden Lands for good.

Let's go Agro, said the boy as they left the temple and walked through the bridge.

Why Agro? Asked the Chief.

I was asleep for a long time, explained the boy. And while I was asleep, I had a dream of this woman with long silky black hair and eyes the same as mine. She was really beautiful.

They had finally gone through the bridge and made it to the entrance to these Forbidden Lands.

She looked very happy to see me and told me loved me, the boy said. We talked so much. I told her about my father and she was really sad. She looked very sad when I left her too though I didn't know why. She told me to not forget her so since Agro here… The boy tapped the horse. Is a girl, I thought I'd name her after that lady so that I don't ever forget her.

The Chief nodded. The Chief realised he didn't ask the boy for his name and was just referring to him as boy the whole time so he scratched his head and asked.

Wander, said the boy.

For the remainder of the journey, the only sound they heard was the clatter of their horses' hooves.