Epilogue
The King
At first, there was nothing but darkness.
Nothing but a silver glow sitting in vast emptiness, alone.
But somewhere, between now and then, between worlds and beyond, another light begins to grow within the darkness.
It is subtle at first, then there is no mistaking what it is.
The light is as golden and soft as it is radiant and kind. It gets brighter and bigger, the closer it gets.
The silver light begins to travel in its direction. Like a moth pulled to a flame, slowly at first, then much faster. Instant recognition driving the increasing speed.
They meet in the middle, stopping apart from one another. Waiting.
The golden light starts to dance around the silver light.
A welcome home.
It does not take the silver light long to follow suit in the dance. They spin around each other, chasing one end of the other.
Then, they collide.
The two lights become one again. Rays of gold and silver threaded between one another, weaving an eternal bond so tight, nothing will ever break it.
Together at last.