It took us nearly a week to reach the far end of the winding labyrinth. The spectacle which we beheld there was marvelous in its own right and simply gazing at it, I felt the fatigue fall away.
"Welcome home, Kite" spat Ivan with apparent sourness. I remained silent, of course. I knew it was not my time to return to the floating isles and the mother tree.
Not yet..
Perhaps not at all...
Our destinies were so entwined, so entangled, so woven that they could not be wrenched apart..
One day, perhaps, I shall return to these lands of my birth.. One day perhaps I shall return to these lush and green isles and their thundering falls. Until then, my wings are his, his sword mine, and our hearts for the Fae.
One day...
Perhaps...
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