Spirit of the Forest
Epilogue

“Sir! Sir Oswaldo!”

A man dressed in heavy armor, ran in. On his helm, colored fiery red and inky black, was a yin yang sign. The man bowed, taking off his helm and spoke again.

“Sir, your daughter had contacted us.” He handed a letter to the silent figure on the form, who was garnished in soft clothes designed by the best gold crafters in the land.

“What has she said?” the figure asked, opening the letter. His voice was deep with a air of authority.

“She said she’s on her way,” he said, “She also said that she was also bringing a girl with her. She was caught helping the traitor.”

“What does she look like?” Oswaldo asked.

“Dominque described her having long silver hair and green eyes, my lord.”

“Silver hair…?” A speck of interest could be heard in his tone.

“Y-yes sir.” He said nervously. “A girl with silver hair.”

“Hmmm…” The man closed his eyes. “Begone.” The man left the room, still bowing at the waist. When he was gone, Oswaldo tinted his fingers together in thought. “So… Romelia had finally surfaced after all these years…”

He grinned as the wall behind him began to drip with black ink that seemed to radiate with evil. “Excellent.”