A/N Well, it's been fun writing this but it had to come to an end at some point. I was sad to write these final chapters and nearly cried when it was done. But fear not my loyal readers. The story is due for an overhaul which will leave it better and longer. Look for it in bookstores in a few years. If you're lucky, you'll find it. Wish me luck!

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Epilogue

The Emperor arrived at the estate by nightfall the next day. Astophel had gone there to get assistance immediately after the death of the necromancy lords. He and the Emperor found them as they had been left, Iah waiting for them at the entrance to Dardain’s bedchamber. She did not go with them as Emperor Tempest saw for himself the end of the necromancers. He was not down there long and when he resurfaced, he kindly spoke to Iah. “I’m sorry I’ve brought this upon you, my dear,” his voice was gentle and reminded her of how Kleitos would speak when in a good mood. “But I should also be thankful you took down such a terrifying family and saved my empire, according to this fellow here. To make amends, I’d be honored if you and your companion would come live with me. It’s the least I can do.” Iah nodded softly, following behind his eminence as they left the estate. “I plan to do away with necromancy in my empire,” he stated to the two, although it was unclear if he was trying to comfort them more than himself with such a statement.

As they left the place Iah had for a time called home, they were greeted with a grand escort. The Emperor led them to his litter but only Iah entered it. Astophel wanted to ride behind in his golden motorcycle. Emperor Tempest entered it himself but not before telling a footman, “Burn it.” It was swiftly fulfilled and within seconds, the entire estate was ablaze. Her memories, her friends, those she hated, and those she loved as went up and became ash. It hurt to see it go. “So tell me,” the Emperor tried to create distracting conversation, “what is your name, exactly?”

Iah thought on how to reply. She answered, “Naomi. My name is Naomi.”