Epilogue:

Somebody’s POV

East castle, ballroom hall.

“Okay! Say ‘ice’! One, two, three!” I said, holding the cellphone.

“Ice!” they all said.

“Thanks!” the Sage said and took his cellphone and joined the others.

I smiled. “What a great friendship.” I muttered and walked around.

“Hey. That’s what you call a ‘cellphone’, right?” I heard Michele ask and pointed to the thing the Sage is holding.

The Sage is roaming around, taking everybody’s picture.

The Sage nodded. “Yes. It captures the moment you created with your loved ones – whether it’s sweet…” he said and took a picture of Oril feeding Rio a cake. `` – or crazy ones…” he said and took a picture of Minoa and Mele dancing while laughing in the center of the ballroom. “ – and it became memories.” He said and smiled. “Say ‘ice’, Michele, Emil.” He told them when Emil joined them.

“Ice – mmph!” Michele exclaimed when Emil suddenly pulled his necktie and kissed him.