The Dark Princess

Epilogue

Brooke wanted to keep searching for Mary. She really wanted to. However, Milo had wanted to go back to the inn room they'd rented. He hadn't told her why. So, Brooke sat on her cot, waiting impatiently. After the whole tentacle incident, they'd gone to the town ready for combat. What they found instead was a bunch of rumors of a great magician who freed the town's prisoner with magic. The stories were jumbled. Some people said it was an elf, others a ghost, and still others were convinced that it was the last warlock, Rheunon, back from the dead. Brooke and Milo didn't know who to believe, but one thing was certain. Mary wasn't there.

The door opened, and Brooke looked up, expecting to see Milo. Instead, she leaped to her feet, suddenly ready for combat. This wasn't Milo. This was a redhead with brownish greenish brown eyes and pale, freckled skin. He froze. Just then, he realized that he hadn't told her of his plan.

To Brooke's consternation, he spoke with Milo's voice.

"Brooke?"

When she didn't respond, he resorted to mind contact.

'Brooke, it's Milo.'

Brooke, even though she had her proof, only stiffened.

'Why do you have red hair?'

Milo chuckled nervously.

"I . . ." he swallowed. "I am going to go to the castle . . . in disguise . . . to wait for Mary." He swallowed again. "Um . . . Do you want to go change  . . . your appearance . . . now?

He was so obviously nervous that Brooke almost smiled. Almost.

'Your face is red. I didn't think your face did that.'

He broke into a nervous smile, and, to his relief, Brooke smiled a little bit too. Then, however, she took on a straight face again, and, getting out of her fighting stance, said 'I'm not changing my appearance to go to the castle that kicked me out.'

Milo paled.

"But . . . you have to. We can find Mary there. We both know that that's the first place she'll go. Come on, Brooke. Please?"

Brooke simply shook her head.

'I think I'll hide out for a little while, preparing for the war.'

Milo was confused, but a feeling of foreboding came over the room. What war?

Brooke, reading his mind, rolled her eyes as she explained, 'Queen Katie foolishly outlawed magic. This was obviously the only thing keeping your mother from attacking. So, I predict a war. Sasha will attack. The kingdom will fight back. If I'm right, they'll need all the help and preparation they can get. You can take the spellbook. I'm staying.'

Milo sighed, giving in. He knew she was right. "You can keep the spellbook. I have a feeling you'll need it more . . . if you're right, that is."

And with that, they parted  ways. The next morning Milo went on his way back to the castle, waving Brooke farewell. Brooke turned to look at the small town. Shouldn't be too hard to put a wall around with magic, right?

A.N. Sorry for the wait. And the extremely short Epilogue. And the end of the book. Just sorry, okay? Anyway, the next book will be called The DragonOrb, spelled exactly like that, with the capital O and everything. :O Guys, I have the best idea for the prologue for the next book! If you've read this far in my story, first of all, I adore you, and second of all, you deserve to know a little background. Time to meet Sasha. For real.

Anyway, Ladies and Gentlemen, THE END. See ya next book ;)