Lania - Path to Light (Epilogue)

     My name is Lania. I’m thirteen and a half, and I was born without knowing BOTH of my parents. I live with my cat, Penny, and sadly…..no one else.

      The destruction on the Temple of Time left many people relieved – now they could deal with FEWER things, as the explosion had KILLED the monsters, the bosses, even the notorious Pink Bean, which sabotaged the Temple’s system into something dark and evil. My father saved lives…….even if he couldn’t save his own. My father was a hero; offering his life for the good of others.

So…..why aren’t I happy?

       When I got home, I collapsed. The heroes brought me to my old house in the woods, and I was grateful Penny was alright. But I completely broke down. I cried for ages; so many nights I lost count. Sometimes I waited, waited to see if my father would one day return……just like he told me; he would do ANYTHING to be with me.

But…..he never came.

     It was not too long ago when I realized something; those last moments with my father, he had given me his power of light; ALL OF IT. When I first realized it, I was afraid; I thought something was wrong with me. I dreaded telling anyone, but I used it a couple of times because it seemed like fun and…..it reminded me of him. Soon enough, I was confident enough to tell the heroes about it, and they told me to do an example for them. I fired a couple of light arrows, and they immediately pounced. They arranged lessons with the master of mages, Grendel the Really Old, and since I already mastered a few skills and was good at learning, I caught up with my father in a few years; two, to be precise. I’m fifteen now…..but still mourning over his death any time I could get.

And so I took over my father’s place in the heroes.

      Because everyone these days knew so little about the past of the heroes, my history was changed, as well……..Oh, didn’t you know? I’m the legendary Light Mage Lania, the one who sealed away the Black Mage…..all, those, years ago.

      And so my father became a thing of the past…..even if I never stopped thinking about him. I even made my ‘hero attire’ into one that looked like his, with the hood and the whiteness and all, but pants made my legs itchy so I settled for a white skirt instead. I still practice light magic…..thinking of the times it used to be his.

    My father is gone, sure, but I KNOW that somewhere out there……he’s up there, looking down at the world from Heaven’s perspective. I don’t know if he’s looking at me, right this moment, but if he was, and he saw the person I had become since our last meeting, I’m sure he would be proud.