Conclusion and Hope Huginn

She kissed my left cheek, and then my right, and then did the same to my twin. Eisen stood with the few things she could pack, Wil at her side. The supply train was taking them away to the farm. Wyatt gave them his bless, as well as enough money to keep them comfortable. Otto had a strange look in his face, but gave his brother a hug and a squeeze before the truck pulled out down the street.

The buildings loomed grey, and I finally noticed how cold it had gotten with the wind biting at my ears. I had to take a deep breathe and remind myself, nothing is the same.

Loki was gone, and putting aside the few uprisings here and there, the Assyrians were forgotten.

Slowly, the town came alive. This festival wasn’t like any we’ve had before. The whole town was one.

A pyre was made for Loki, his son, and the others that were shot, but no one let that ruin the celebration. It was Eisen’s last night, and she spent it with Wil. Muginn, with his crutches, was swarmed in ladies giving him their sympathy. I ‘ve never seen him as happy.

Wyatt disappeared when the fires were the hottest. I couldn’t find Otto, either.

When the embers were cooling, Wyatt approached me. He told me that he crumbled too easily, that he was resigning his post to me. He said he’d never seen me as happy.

There was a second celebration that night, and the results still had my head throbbing.

I just had to breathe and remember…