Kaisen and Saren appeared in the middle of their own funeral. They barely emerged from the crowd of adoring White Knights alive, they were congratulated so. They got the adoration. They got the honor. But it was not what they wanted.
Kaisen ran to Kalda and embraced her. Her tears remained, but there was no sadness in them now. As he hugged her, Kaisen never wanted to let her go.
A deep roar filled the city. Kaisen, Saren, and Kalda looked up to see a brilliant stream of silver across the sky. It was a aurora of silver light that looked like crystal dust waving in the sunlight. A huge dragon emerged from the aurora, coming to rest on a tower nearby.
It looked directly at Kaisen, Saren, and Kalda and roared once more. No translation was necessary.
"You're welcome," they all said in unison.
King Vallance of Falador was on the back of the dragon, riding the beast. His face was the embodiment of joy. He was smiling like a young child on Christmas Day. "Never doubt your dreams," he called out to them. "You might be riding them someday!"
He waved goodbye to them. The majestic dragon took off into the northern horizon, never to return to Falador. It still had a mission to do.
Kaisen, Saren, and Kalda thanked the White Knights and left. Left to go far away into their mysterious futures. Who knows where they could go? It is unclear where they went as they left Falador that day, but one thing was certain. They were still friends. United they were, and united they would remain. An eternal friendship, that would exist far beyond that moment where they walked out of the Northern Gate of Falador, down the road, and out of sight.
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