Epilogue- 2 years later
His face, hovers in the mirror before me.
Sneering, in a twisted and distorted fashion, Tamarack's arm reaches out through the mirror and grasps me by my throat and chuckles darkly, "See, we are the same. You killed me out of vengeance."
His features morphing and blurring until my own face peers back at me from the mirror.
Tamarack's deep voice emits oddly from my lips, "We are the same." He dissolves into echoing laughter.
"NO!" I cry and smash the mirror into a million pieces, flying like daggers towards me.
I bolt awake and wipe the damp from my forehead. Checking I haven't woken Talib I throw back the covers and quietly pad out the door and continue to the palace garden. The cool night air permeated with the sweet scent of the flowers relaxes me. The cool marble of the stone beneath my feet eases some of the tension and the now, quickly becoming, familiar feel of my wedding band is comforting. My fingers slowly trace the raised gnarled scar on my stomach, my souvenir from Tamarack.
Even after two years I hate that he still has such an effect on me. He's still overshadowing my life from beyond the grave. I won't ever be free. Or perhaps freedom of any kind comes at a cost; the freedom of a country comes at a cost, but was it worth it? Where's my freedom? I'm still just as trapped as before. I should have died then, I should have died on that day, why did I live?
"Why did I get to live?" I whisper into the dark.
There isn't a single answer, but for the invisible rustlings of the night.
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Discovering Freedom
Fantasy12 year Tamarack has conquered and ruled the country with an iron fist. For 12 years Kyra has hidden. Now she's had enough of his terrible reign. She leaves the stone hallways within the mountains and embarks on her fight for freedom for her country...
