The Midnight Flare

The End of this Story

15 years later

My name used to be one that people would scoff at. People used to hate thinking about it. But now? People respect it. Some still hate it, though most trust in it. I went from the scum in the alleyway to a king. Literally.

Now, you're probably wondering: how? Well, you've already read the important parts. After that, I managed to grasp the courage to ask. And you probably know what and who I was asking, so I'll leave that for another time. After that... well, let me put it this way. Greatest "Yes" I've ever heard. Now I'm here, fifteen years have passed, and my life couldn't be better. Demi mourned her family's death for awhile, but she got through it (with help from me). I've made ice stronger than steel, so that's pretty useful. Most of Silmthyr accepted the unification of the two countries, though some of them, like the thugs and such, chose to stay in there crying corners. The imprisoned flame and ice wielders (who have been named Midknights by the public) have been set free. Except for the ones who actually have a reason for being locked up. The village that stood in front of the castle is now a lot more than a village. It's a friggin' city. And it's huge. The houses aren't color coded anymore (some people considered it offensive, even though they were free to change it at any time). And for the most part, it's peaceful.

Honestly, it was hard getting to where I am. Most people still never believe my story. Especially the cops. But, it works for me. People can believe what they want. But I know what happened. So does Demi. And honestly, I'm pretty sure that's all that matters. In fact, I'm probably the happiest man alive. I know my family is happy. And really, that's what I care about. Sure, I still care for the people and their problems. It's kinda necessary to care for them, seeing as I am a king.

Let me just say this: I consider my story to be over. Sure, other stories might come and go, but mine is done. Complete. It's over. Does that mean everything should be discarded or pushed away? Absolutely not. Sure, this story is over. But "The End" doesn't always mean what it says. In reality, it really means "To be continued" or "This marks a beginning". Fitting, right?

But for now, this is "The End". There really is nothing left to say. At least, nothing left I can say. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a country to run. And three kids and a wife to take care of. For my name, is Pyrre Frost. The King that Ended the War of Fire and Ice.

The End(?)