“Bren,” Thad called out to him as he ran toward him.
Bren was lifted off the ground as his father pulled him into a tight hug. “Father,” Bren said as he tried to release himself from Thad’s grasp. “You look just as you did when I last saw you.”
Thad let his son go and pushed him back to arm’s length so he could have a good look at him. Even though he had seen his son through the magical mirror, seeing him in person was much different. It didn’t escape his sight that Bren now had the same silver skin as Humanius and Belaroan. “To me it has only been a month at most since I left. You have grown so much.”
“I hope you are over your little reunion. Right now, we do not have the time for chitchat. The abyss is gone, the space between the two words is gone, and soon the very fabric between our world and yours will open,” Humanius said, coming between Bren and Thad.
As if on cue from Humanius, the area began to twist again. Where there was once a shining silver door, now there was just a tear in the area, and on the other side was a billowing storm land just like that of the Deadlands.
Epilogue
The people in the vail turned toward the opening in the valley. Bren looked around and couldn’t count the number of souls that must have been lost in the abyss. Most of them were mages, but also a few were soldiers belonging to the Brotherhood. They were from all ages, and some obviously dated back to before the Fae War. The worst were those who had been mortally wounded before being thrown into the abyss and now who finished what had started many years before. Some of the people around tried to help those that lay dying, but nothing could be done.
Most of the people wondered where they were, or when. There were tears, screams, and even a few fights. Seconds after they had appeared, new figures joined the group, appearing out of nowhere.
“My children,” Belaroan yelled as her godlings appeared out of nowhere. The gods’ first actions were to start attacking Humanius, who had been their fear since their mother had been taken from them, but Belaroan stopped them. “Now is not the time for that. He has agreed to help, and that is more important than revenge.
“Sister, I do not think you will get what you wish,” he said, pointing toward the doorway between the two worlds. “Look.”
When Belaroan turned around and looked through the doorway, she let out a gasp. “What has happened?”
Large gem pillars stood on the other side of the gate, and Bren could feel the immense magical powers flowing from the other side. It was ten times stronger than that in the Deadlands. Bren had never imagined so much power in one place before. In the distance a manlike figure appeared, though instead of flesh and blood, he was made of a dark obsidian crystal.
“Scion,” Belaroan said, her voice sounding slightly scared.
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