The Last Beacon

PART VI: EPILOGUE

"Tell me the story again!"

Sascha smiled down at her young daughter's enthusiasm, shaking her head softly. "Amara, I only just finished telling you the story. Why would I start all over again?"

Many things had changed in Sascha's life since she removed her powers.

It had been just under fifteen years since the restoration of her memories and normality.

Since then, the farmhouse had been reinstated back to its former glory. Beyond that, Sascha moved into the house with her minimal belongings, and finally had a place to call her own. Time went on, she had a baby, and lost the child's father to the heavens.

The baby grew into a young girl, Amara, who was full of life, energy, and curiosity. She was the pride of Sascha's life.

As an adult, Sascha finally knew a life of maturity, especially since she moved on from the dark patch in her teenage years.

She still kept close contact with Laurenz and Decius, both of them frequently coming to visit her and Amara. Laurenz had eventually let go of his guilt after Seraphina's death and moved on, finding himself a lovely woman whom he married and loved dearly. Decius was committed to being a good brother to Sascha, much to her surprise, and was devoted to being there for her. As much as Decius hated admitting it, he also had a soft spot for his niece, and despite desperately trying to hide it, he absolutely adored Amara.

It all felt as though the world was new, and they no longer had to live under the control of the beacon's power.

"It's my favourite story! You were so cool as a teenager, I wish I had powers! I also want an enfield friend, Lion sounded so cute!" Amara said, tugging on her mother's leg.

"I think you're missing the point of the story," Sascha chuckled, "it's meant to teach you that not all power is good, and that sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the people closest to you."

"I hope you're not terrorising your mother about that damn story again," Decius called out from the kitchen.

"No...? Never!" Amara responded cheekily.

"Alright you, if you're not going to do anything useful, it must be time for bed," Sascha said, raising an eyebrow playfully.

"No, I don't want to! I want to hear the story again!" Amara argued.

"Listen to your mother," Decius said, peering around from the kitchen and pointing a finger at the young girl, "let her have some peace. Go to sleep you little monster."

Amara frowned, over-exaggerating her expression, getting the point across that she was not getting her way.

"Go on," Sascha encouraged, "get into bed. I'll be there in a few minutes to tuck you in."

The young girl sighed and pouted, crossing her arms and furrowing her brows. She then got up from the floor and marched away.

Once she was out of the room, Sascha leaned back on the couch with a heavy sigh, closing her eyes.

She immediately heard Decius laugh from behind her. "I still think you should have waited a while longer before telling her about your time as a beacon. You know better than anyone how she is, especially when she finds something she likes. You must know that she's going to bother you for months on end about that story," he said, his voice full of amusement.

"Oh alright, no need to rub it in that you were right about this one thing," she retorted.

"Are you saying I'm wrong about everything else?"