Epilogue 1
Three centuries later…
The sandy beaches glimmered beneath the stars emerging, the sunset taking its bow for the night.
The small cottage Sin had built with her magic was filled with trinkets, spells, and everything needed to teach Gideon. Though he was more fae than witch, he would still have a connection with the earth that would call to him. And lately, that call has been from the ocean.
Gideon was ten—his father’s freckles contrasted with Sin’s dark hair. He was the most beautiful being Sin had ever seen, and would fight until her last breath to keep him safe.
Sin caught him emerging from the beach, shaking sand out of his hair like a dog. She laughed at the sight, making him whine. “It’s getting in my eyes!”
“Come here,” she urged, reaching for her son. Focusing her magic on his eyes, all of the sand was pulled out like a magnetic force.
Though her Tempest Magic had been her primary source of power, it wasn’t her core. She was the daughter of a famous sea witch, and eventually, she learned to control small amounts of organic, living matter.
“Better?” she asked.
He grunted, making his way inside. “Can you show me how to stop that?”
She sighed, smiling while keeping her patience. “Again, as I’ve explained many times today alone, your body is mostly water. Make it protect your eyes.”
“But it feels creepy!”
She laughed, brushing her hand through his hair.
The clashing of swords sounded behind them.
Drawing her attention to the men on the beach.
Max was sparring with Wolcott, an old comrade who shared a long history with them.
A friendship bloomed between them all—his joyful nature didn’t allow their angst to hold up a fight.
Even though there were two of them, he was a cheerful force to be reckoned with.
There was never anyone for her but Max. Her heart sang for him, and snoozed at the thought of another. But he was the only other person Max, or herself trusted with the other. The only person they trusted with their son.
It had been three centuries since that fateful night in Asera, and though their journey had quieted, their story continues on the winds and tides of the sea.