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| Chapter III; Epilogue Rithevan and Phoenix watched their enemies leave. Benry the door-man, hair singed. Danny-bee, coughing smoke. Nightfall came to the keep and the air was colder. Rithevan had retrieved Edvars black cloak, his long-sword and the short sword that had pierced his chest. He wore the cloak and was cleaning the weapons in the grass outside the keep. Phoenix made a shrill whistle with his fingers and Logan came trotting out from among some mulberry bushes. He was excited to see his master again. He mounted his back and looked back at the fort which was mostly up in flames. “We should have kept the fort at least.” Phoenix said. “Do not blame me fire-boy.” Rithevan quipped. “Son of Fire.” Phoenix said sharply. “That is my name,” Phoenix raised his eyebrows. “Rithevan.” “And it is a good name.” Rithevan paused. “Thank you for rescuing me Phoenix. Phoenix smirked, “Forget about it.” “I do not think that I shall.” Rithevan smiled a warm smile. “Are you going to get on?” A chilly gust of wind blew. “Alright. I am due for some riding. Take me to warm beds and hot meals!” |
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