Chapter Epilogue
Epilogue
Rahir
Rahir D’Argent, leader of the Blackfall guild, received a letter from the High Lord fae Arawn Mhaenal, which he planned to leave stacked with the others on his desk. When his attention was caught by the beautiful messenger who brought it directly to him a winter ago. Melione’s beauty was unmatched, thanks to her driadae heritage. A powerful half-witch and half-driadae, whose anger blinded her to the point where she made mistakes that took her to that moment where she laid dead on the borders of Terrwyn.
Rahir sighed as he approached Melione because he had already predicted how things would end up for her.
“It’s a pity, Melione,” Rahir expressed while he bent down to check her pulse and see if there was anything left of her, but her skin was cold. “If you hadn’t been so naive and accepted my offer, maybe you’d be under my protection by now, but you chose to be another pawn in Arawn’s game. Your anger blinded you, and now your lover is going to be extremely disappointed after he finds out how you lost Terrwyn. But do not worry, he won’t miss you. You see, he already has his eyes on someone else,” he added when he looked at the road as if he could see the driadae escaping through the forgotten nymphs’ borders before he dropped Melione’s hand on the grass.
He let out a short laugh that would make others tremble.
When he heard a faint heartbeat that could barely be perceived because each beat was getting slower, for a moment, he thought Melione was still alive until he followed the sound with his sharp instincts and stared at the face-down male body.
“My my, look what I just found,” he said with a big smile on his face. “I came to witness your fall, my dear, and I didn’t expect this at all. Looks like I will not leave empty-handed after all.” He glanced at Melione’s motionless body as if she could hear him. Rahir turned to see the body in front of him. “Apparently, it’s your lucky day, ma boy,” he smiled, showing his canines, becoming an ancient predator known as a dark walker.