Epilogue

He fell.

Falling… tumbling through that night of starry blackness…

And when he did not die he was confused as hell; almost as confused as the mist-hunters looking upon this boy sprawled across the deck of their ship, come there from out of nowhere. The solid impact of hitting the deck left Fen dazed, fading between consciousness and oblivion.

Above him, Junction passed like a specter, giving way to a sky of limitless stars. A brilliant dark curtain, like the ones in his parent's bedroom, punched through by an endless multitude of shimmering moth-holes. It was the first time he had seen so many stars. He had finally reached the sky-level… But it brought him no joy. His sister came to mind…

Those curtains had become a dress, a ruined dress, for a sister that was left somewhere back in the filth of the warrens, a sister left entirely to the mercy of bad men. That was Fen's wrong. That is how he became the villain of his own story.

He had run…

And so Fen lay, spread across the deck with a broken leg, surrounded by the shadows of skysailors gathered around him, looking up through teary eyes at those stars, taking in their full breath and glory for the first time in his life, but wishing, more than anything in the world, that it could his sister looking up at them for the first time… and then he closed his eyes… and he slept for a time.