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The Lost Stars ChronicleEpilogue
A passage from Bjarn’s journal:
April 19, 2005.
Today began with a blue sky and warm breeze, a fitting send-off for many friends. Today, Reno and Shainya Regga left Drullen Bell and went northwest, to find a homestead of their own in the Forestmen woods. May they find the perfect spot where they can be happily content, where they can raise, if they have any, their children protected from war and all the nastier things of life. I hope they don’t travel too far. How will Shainya or Reno Junior be able to visit Uncle Bjarn, then? But I am romanticizing.
The other two Regga brothers, Aros and Luxus, also left Drullen Bell today. They have headed south, both seeking adventure. Before the trial in the Temple Of Lost Stars, I would have longed to go with them. But not now. No, now, I will spend my days in Drullen Bell Keep, or the surrounding countryside, read books and writing my own filled with my past adventures. Someone had to record the comings and goings of the Misfits, and the Forestdweller’s part in the BloodVaine War, and the epic of the Temple Of Lost Stars, so it might as well be me. Thanks to the wisdom of Gonderin, the affairs of the Forestmen require little attention. The Wolfpack civil war still boils away in it’s own land, sealed off from the rest of Dametreos like a quarantined plague. The Dark Foresters, too, now have a new queen, to replace Radjar Kath, who decided to leave his throne to seek adventure. But, again, I am getting distracted. Back to my friends.
Today was also a day of grief, but also of release. Today, J’anrya was buried . It came as a great shock to me when I learned of her death. It was one of the maids, who found her, in her room. An overdose. She had taken Wolf’s Bane. When I was told…I felt numb. But, and I do not know if I am ashamed to admit it, I almost felt glad. J’anrya has weighed heavily upon me ever since Green Fox -- Marcus -- sprang her from a Wolfpack cell and brought her to me. I think…yes…I think I know why she killed herself. Ever since Reno’s and Shainya’s wedding, she has been depressed. I think she knew she could never be as happy as Shainya that day. I think she thirsted for that happiness, that affection, and died of that thirst. Neither Marcus nor myself could have given her that affection without hurting either of us. We were caught in a bind, and one of us had to go to ease that bind. And it was J’anrya. I do not blame Marcus. And I don’t think he blames me. In fact, I think a long rift between us has been healed. The woman who we competed over is dead now. Why should our strife continue?
Marcus has stopped drinking, and now is a decent man I can respect. He has returned to the Forestmen, and now has a small cottage very near the Forestmen border and Farburg. He puts his axe to good use as a woodsman.
Jack Craft, too, has departed from Drullen Bell. He has been endlessly restless, the wanderer that his is, but he didn’t leave, couldn’t leave, until the dispute between Marcus, J’anrya and myself had been resolved. Now that it is, he feels he is free to go. Now he has his mind set on being a puppeteer.
There, I think that covers everyone. Now I must put down this journal, and take a walk before my legs go to sleep. I think my age is finally catching up to me. About time too. I am beginning to really enjoy the role of retired adventurer.
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