Epilogue

In a small library lit with warm lanterns and candles, for people sat reading. A hulking man sat in a corner by himself reading a book titled "Running for Mayor", and a small boy of fifteen was reading a book titled "Hear my words; My thoughts: The key to Speaking in Public".

And at a table in the center of the room, a man with midnight hair sat with a girl as pale as snow.

With a callosed finger he pointed to a line on the page. Her brow furrowed as she focused in it.

"The... girl... lit... the... match." She looked up at the man. "Is that right?"

He grinned softly, eyes sparkling. "Yeah, Greer, that's right."