An Island Strange and Wild: A Romantic Fantasy Retelling of The Secret Garden

Epilogue

Like all chess pieces,the King doesn’t realize that it’s an invisible hand who controls his moves.

And so, the King is dead.

I let him believe he was the mastermind. That he would reap some benefits of our triumph. A fool like the rest of them, the King was vicious. Brutal. Determined.

And, ultimately, flawed.

He, like so many before him, has failed.

And I remain trapped in my watery cell.

But there are others to enlist. Others who will carry out my will.

Unlike my foes, those precious flowers, I have the luxury of time.

What’s a few months when you have waited centuries to right an ancient wrong?

THE END