I placed the quill down on the desk. My aged hands were quivering with relief. I was done. I could go on in peace. It was almost my time to leave. I could feel it. I had lived longer than all of my friends, including my beloved Elthinor. The generation that was now young was forgetting the battle, the great dragon, the way the kings had allied themselves. The demons were getting to them. The physical battle was over, but the spiritual battle my father talked about was strong upon them. The practice of idol worship still flourished in all the races, albeit in different forms.
I sighed and stood. There was a knock at the door. I walked over to it—my Strangeling nature was still strong within me, to the point that I could still walk instead of hobble or shuffle—and opened it to reveal Nora. I smiled at her.
"Hello my dear. I'm glad you could come."
"Your boys are on the way with their wives and children."
I smiled. Despite Elthinor's fervent wishes and even more fervent prayers, we had never had a daughter. But all three of our boys turned out to be Strangelings like me. Elthinor didn't mind at all. The twins, Aloron and Elyosius, were married to beautiful Elf girls, while our youngest, Nolan, married a Human woman. She was beautiful in her own right, though I could tell she didn't feel that way. I smiled fondly at their names, remembering the ones I knew who originally bore them.
When the rest of my family got here, we ate venison stew and had the sweet bread that Nora had baked. It was getting late when I literally felt my heart skip a beat then slow down. I shuddered and got up.
"Aloron," I said softly. "You are to have my sword."
"Elyosius, I want you to have your father's sword."
"Mother, what are you doing?"
"Nolan," I said softly, undoing my belt and handing him my sheathed knife. "You get this. It is very faithful. Don't lose it."
"Yes, Mother," Nolan said sadly. I could tell in his eyes he knew what was going on. "Who gets your books?"
"You all can have your pick of them then the rest go into the Oidynhall library. That includes the ones I wrote."
"Did you finish them?" Nora asked.
My heart stuttered again, and I nearly collapsed, catching myself on the desk.
"Mother!" two voices cried out at once.
"Filynora!" Nora gasped.
"Be quiet!" I said harshly. "It is my time to leave this world. Take to heart what your father, our friends, and I have taught you. Keep the truth of God and Jesiah alive!"
My heart actually stopped for a few seconds this time.
"No, Mother. You just need to rest," Aloron said fiercely.
"Nolan, you are to have the house. I know you two are having trouble finding a place to live. You three be good and split the Elementals; don't forget to take care of them. Especially Flambé and her pups."
They picked me up and laid me in bed. I blinked slowly. The room became dimmer as I focused on a light that seemed to come from another place. A bright, wonderful light that I recognized.
"My Lord!" I cried, reaching forward.
"Mother!" I heard dimly.
I strained toward the light until something popped. I turned to see myself lying lifelessly on the bed, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was the unimaginable light I was chasing. I sprinted, young and energetic again, and suddenly there was an angel, staring at me. He stepped aside and gestured to the city I had seen when Nolan died. Red was poured over me, and I was suddenly spotless. I gazed unwaveringly glory of God awestruck, just taking it all in. I heard a throat clear.
"Jesiah!" I shouted happily, kneeling and kissing his nailed-scarred hands.
"Filynora," he greeted, kissing me. He stood me up and gestured like the angel had. "Enter into the joy of your Lord, my good and faithful servant."
There I saw Elthinor and Gabrithon, Pinnathir and Valtrak, Aloron and Elyosius, and Jaiden and Nolan, and my long departed mother all waving at me. I whooped and waved back, but I wanted to spend more time with Jesiah. He laughed and kissed me again. I praised God because there was not one thing that would make me happier.
This was life, pure and true, and it was amazing.