A month has passed since the downfall of Kairos and the hordes of Castle Olympus. During that time, many things have changed for the people and the humans themselves. The Chroni no longer lived in fear and were able to build a new village, much larger than their predecessors. Upon completion, they sent word far and wide to other clans to be a part of this modern society.
The Wendigos, under the leader king of King Avalon, was the first to join. Avalon had the making of a just king. He wanted his people to see more than their small area of the woods. It was a difficult task, but with the help of his trusted royal advisor, Vortiger, Avalon would follow the righteous path. In addition to the Wendigos, the Aeetos, Saurians, and Desmodus reemerged from the shadows and brought their knowledge of technology with them and combined it with the magic of the Chroni. Ironically, they became the very thing that Kairos had struggled to achieve: a utopia.
However, not everything was sunshine and rainbow; there were somber moments. After the defeat of Lord Kairos, Archibald was given a hero’s burial and crated per his wife’s wishes. The mage told her that he had found a way to send her back home to her current time. She told him she would have to think about it. She was not the only one grappling with the thoughts of going home.
After the revelations and images they saw at the Castle, the humans were divided on whether they should go home or stay here. Many wanted to vote on it, but Amyntas said that the choice had to be one’s own and told everyone to think it over hard. During those first two weeks, many took their time thinking over what Amyntas had said. However, another thing came up during those few weeks: marriage. To the surprise of everyone, Decimus and Tyra had fallen in love.
While it was a difficult choice in the beginning for the Roman, having the desire to go back home and see his family, he knew that his wife would want him to move on and be happy. Thus he had decided to stay and make a new life here. That was reassuring news to Tyra as the shield-maiden had no interest in going back. She told everyone that she had grown bored of the tavern brawls back home. In truth, it was because she finally had the void in her heart filled.
Soon everyone in the village began preparing for the big day. Cynbel and Margret helped Tyra make a new dress for the ceremony, while Decimus spent his day with his friends, helping him go over his vows. It was a very heck-tick week for everyone, but then, one night under a clear night sky, everyone gathered for the special day. The wedding was held in the Great hall.
Tyra wore a beautiful, long white dress with a flower crown atop her head. Decimus wore his distinguished centurion armor. As they both walked to the alter, Decimus reached into his pocket and pulled out an iron ring with runes carved into it. He slips it on Tyra’s finger. With one of the elders officiating the wedding, Tyra, and Decimus to exchange vows. Tyra went first.
“Decimus, I pledge to you my all, both in your care. I promise to smile when I see you every morning. I shall be your shield, and you mine. I shall not slander you, nor you me. I shall honor you above all others, and when we quarrel, we shall do so in private. This is my wedding vow to you.” After saying her vows, it was now Decimus’s turn.
“I, Decimus, take you, Tyra, to be my Wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life. I pledge, in honesty and sincerity, to be for you an obedient and faithful husband.” With the vows were said, the elder spoke aloud.
“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” As soon as Decimus kissed Tyra, everyone in the crowd began cheering and whistling for the new couple. After the ceremony, it was a night of celebration. There were singing and dancing. With everyone having a grand time, Amyntas slipped outside to get some air. As he exited the party, he looked up and saw the clear moon sky. He smiled.
“Leaving so soon,” said a voice. The spartan looks over his shoulder and sees Richard with two cups of mead. The English knight takes a seat beside the Spartan and hands him a cup.
“Those make a great couple,” said Amyntas.
“Aye, Decimus sure found himself a good woman. Hope he lasts long enough.” the pair laugh and began discussing the future of the seven.
“Margret will be leaving tomorrow,” said Richard.
“I heard,” replied Amyntas. “I wish her the best back home.” Taking another sip, he saw a worry look on Richard’s face.
“Something on your mind?”
Richard let out a sigh before answering. “Look, mate... I’ve been talking to Mori and Sparrow...and...we have decided...to go back home. Back to our times.” Amyntas places his drink down.
“You know what will happen if you do,” said the spartan.
“I do, mate, and I don’t care. It’s like you said, mate, we make our destinies. Yeah, everything will change, and those changes will be awful, and we may make the same mistakes. It will not be perfect, but it will be our own.”
“Well said, friend,” said Amyntas. The pair toast each other and head back inside, spending the rest of the night partying in style.
The next day, everyone made preparations for Margret’s journey. The mage, now fully healed, managed to send her back to the present without destroying the timeline. With her were her supplies she came with and her husband’s urn. As the mage prepared the portal, Margret said goodbye to the people who brought her husband back to her. She thanked the Champions, Avalon and the wendigos, and the Chroni. As she entered the portal, she looked down at the urn and smiled.
“Time to go home, my love,” she said to herself. In a flash, the portal sent Margret and her husband back to their time. The mage then reworked the portal and told Richard that it was time. Richard told Mori and Kanatakon: ha that it was time to go. As they grabbed their belongings, they each said their goodbyes to the four “newbies.”
“Try not to get lost in any swamps,” said Kanatakon: ha. Tyra smiled and playfully punched the Mohawk in the arm.
“Take care of your self,” said Tyra. Sparrow hugged her and wished her luck with her new life.
“It is said that we all seek some measure of peace, but few of us ever find it. I think we both found ours,” said Mori. He clasped hand with Decimus and wished him the best. Then it was Richards turns.
“Of all the bastards I have known in my life, you are probably the only one I call a brother.” He then turns to Cynbel. “Good luck to you, lass.” Amyntas and Cynbel hugged Richard and wished he and the others well on their new journey’s. Before they enter the portal, the three veterans look at each other.
“Do you think we will ever see each other again,” said Mori.
“If fate deems it necessary, I have faith that we shall see each other again,” said Richard. Turning one for the last time, the three veterans gave one final heartfelt goodbye and entered the portal. Just like before, each one was sent back to their original times. The mage then closed the entrance and looked at Amyntas, the others who stayed.
“What do we do now?” said the mage. Amyntas looks to his friends and the villagers.
“Now it time to look ahead. To our next frontier.”