James_Human

“Do you weep for me, my teacher?” She whispered. I pressed my lips to her shaking hand and was transported back to when I first met her thirty years earlier.
“Yes, majesty. I weep for you.” I replied.  “And I weep for my soul. I failed to protect you, and I deserve damnation for it.”
My queen smiled, her blood-spattered face serene in the red haze of blood and smoke. “No, 
Lukas, you have fulfilled your duty. And you will serve me again in the glorious halls of our gods.”
“With all my heart,” I whispered. 
Tears glittered in her eyes, “Call me by my name?” She asked, her voice quiet, weak. “Like you did when I was a little girl.”
“Anna.”

At the end of the world, a mage held his student in his arms as the light left her eyes. At the end of the world a mage stared down his attacker. At the end of the world, a mage died. 
And woke up thirty years before the end of the world. 
He's been given a second chance. 
And this time he's going to do it right.

Spirit Speaker

I stared at the line thoughtfully.

To the others there was no difference between the patch of ground I was staring at and any other.

To me, it was something different.

I turned to the spirit that stood beside me, mighty, powerful.

The Kingdom, who was looking at the line as well.

- Once she leaves, she will be no longer under my protection. It warned.

- And still, you choose to go.

I nodded. "I do. She can't spend her whole life hiding in your borders."

- You're taking a risk, Twisted Weave.

I smiled. "That's what it means to be a mortal, mighty one."

- You still have the books.

"I couldn't deposit it in the mine." I replied.

I looked up surprised. "You don't know?"

"Examine my weave. I can't speak of it without being overcome with joy."

Chapter 43