The Chronicle of Ange

Previously

…“It’s not too late,” Ange said, a genuine smile gracing her lips. “It’s never too late for a song.” As she turned to leave, the sorcerer remained standing by the shattered window, no longer a figure of menace, but one of quiet contemplation. The moonlight, no longer spectral, now cast a gentler glow upon his face, revealing not a monster, but a man on the precipice of finding his own peace. The journey was far from over, but here, in the heart of the fortress, a different kind of healing had begun.