Epilogue: The Sleeping God
The mansion was quiet that night, even with the loud reverberations throughout the Empire. The only city to remain untouched was Kharyll, and that was even a good distance from this isolated manor. It fit the styles of the most secluded of the Sons of Raldeir, a vampire named Aerus.
The vampire appeared on the stone pathway outside, cloaked in black, and made his way up the walk to his manor. He walked in double time, knowing that every second out in the open was another moment to be discovered. The blade was burning a hole in his pocket, and he was dying to store it safely away.
Aerus burst through the double doors and into the shabby entryway. The entrance hall was bare, reflecting just how low Aerus's status was among the Sons of Raldeir.
A female appeared from a side door, greeting him. "My husband," she said in surprise. "I thought you were in Senntisten!"
"We finished pillaging," Aerus replied. "And I had to get back here quickly, before Drakan could search me."
"Oh, no... Did you take something again?"
Aerus made sure the door was closed tightly. Then, he opened his cloak, and pulled his spoils out from a pocket within. He pulled out an exquisite blade, shining in the light of his lantern. Its hilt was encrusted with six jewels, but it was obvious that two were missing.
"Is this?"
"The Sword of Zaros," Aerus finished proudly.
"You shouldn't have brought this!"
"It's fine. They can't find it: a spell has been placed on it to hide it from magical detection. Once it is in the vault, it will be ours forever."
"Why do you do this? We have a child, and you want to bring Drakan's wrath down on us?"
"Like I said, they suspect nothing. Ael will be perfectly safe; she has nothing to fear."
"I hope you're right."
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