WeatherMaker Hearts Desire Prologue
Epilogue

It was many years later, that Arlen passed away.

Amaia went to his grave, dressed all in black with her hair covered. She laid the white lilies upon the stone slab, rising again. Behind her, her husband Carl held her in comfort.

The year after, Farrell passed away, to join his brothers and his beloved wife in the afterlife.

The year after that, a son was born.

They lived quietly now in a secluded village near the mountains, raising their son they had named Jason, who turned out to be so much more like his mother than his father dared to believe. He was strong and healthy, and grew up happy.

One day, when Jason was walking in the woods alone, he placed a hand upon a nearby tree. Closing his eyes slowly, and taking a deep breath. Frost grew outwards from his palm, engulfing the entire tree, and the ground beneath his feet.

He smiled.

The family lived well, and Amaia was very happy.

But in those days, she would often look about her, and to the skies above.

But she never saw him, not since that day she was given a black mare as a gift from Farrell and Arlen.

Amaia never saw White Feather again.

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