𝑫𝑹𝑰𝑭𝑻 [currently being edited]

epilogue

The 'dark side' of the Moon refers to the hemisphere of the Moon that is facing away from the Earth. In reality it is no darker than any other part of the Moon's surface as sunlight does in fact fall equally on all sides of the Moon. It is only 'dark' to us, as that hemisphere can never be viewed from Earth due to a phenomenon known as 'Tidal Locking'. A better term for the side we don't see is the 'far side', rather than the 'dark side', which leads to all kinds of misconception.

Aruna never really thought about the moon, and it always bothered her.

All the other grisha seemed to have this connection to their elements, inferni facilitated by fire and tidemakers being ecpitaional swimmers, all before they knew of their abilities, or Aleksander being scared of the dark.

Aruna never really noticed if the water glowed, if she felt her emotions rise when more of the moon could be seen, or why she was always able to see the missed salt rocks even in the dark of the tunnels.

She was embarrassed that she didn't realise her connection to the moon sooner.

Then again, no one hoped for a moon summoner, no it was all for the sun summoner. Every tale of drafting the fold were tales of a bright light, bursting from the saints.

No one ever thought to turn to the moon, and for that Aruna was rather grateful. She didn't want to oppose Aleksander, not anymore. No she enjoyed that her emotions went into highwayre when he touched her, no matter the shape of the moon.

She enjoyed that she had light, a faint glow, and one that his shadows enjoyed, basked in. Aruna didn't need to be as bright as the sun and able to destroy Aleksander, she enjoyed being his equal and that his shadows were compatible with her glow.

Yet she couldn't find it in her heart to be any more than embarrassed and blush when she confessed this to Aleksander, on his chest, laying in bed on a late Sunday.

The man who she thought would never view her more than a soldier or a friend, now staring down lovingly, in a house surrounded by wildflowers, with a window that was always occupied by the moon.

The man who mangered to jumble around the chaos of children, some adopted some not, some grisha some not. Picking up thrown toys, mismatched gloves and instilling love in every heart.

Because it didn't matter anymore, because grisha were safe, and Aruna had Aleksander.

And that's all she would ever need.

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Umm so that's it, I honestly started this book with literally one scene planed, and it showed.

Anyway, comment andy new book ideas you want to see?