Epilogue
The first light of dawn brushed across the horizon, spilling molten gold and soft pinks across the mountains.
I stood on the vast balcony Adam had built, high above the valley of trees, wind teasing my hair and lifting my wings.
This balcony was mine, a place where I could take to the skies whenever I wished, free and unbound.
A place where I’d been practicing using my wings. Though I wasn’t yet proficient at flying, I was getting there, slowly.
My hand drifted to my stomach, where the quiet promise of life grew inside me. A smile tugged at my lips as realization settled deep in my chest. Love, freedom, and hope had bloomed together within me.
I closed my eyes. Somewhere out there, I imagined Angel soaring, fearless, riding the currents just before dawn. Could she see the sun breaking across the peaks? Did she experience the same wild joy, the same reckless elation that filled me?
I hoped so.
Adam’s presence pressed gently against my side, grounding me even as my heart lifted. My lashes drew apart as I leaned into him, our fingers entwined. My love for him burned deeply, a fire that had endured every storm, every shadow, every fear.
I truly was blessed.
I forced my gaze from his and scoped out the vast world below, to where forests whispered of freedom, to where valleys held secrets of the past, and where distant horizons promised possibility.
I lifted my wings fully, feeling the currents of the morning wind teasing them. The sun climbed higher, scattering shadows and warming my skin, my heart, my soul. I was free. I was alive. And I was loved.
And in that moment I allowed myself to imagine a future where other GMs just like me could one day take to the skies—and to the land—without fear. A world that would one day accept us.
And for now, that was enough.