Arial look at the rain falling down on his body, drop by drop, and thunder boomed in the distance signifying a storm is brewing, blood dripping from his side, pain washes over him like a tide.
This is a tale of a foolish person he mused.
He knows now. He knows. And knowing the secret fulfilled his quest. He sees the future…all possible futures, and all of his past.
He knows what happened and what is true…what could have happened and what didn't, but he doesn't know how it should end.
Looking at the falling rain he smiles a bit.
Then he remembers the journey he has taken to reach here.....to this ravine filled with black miasma, alone, in pain…dying.
And then he remembers her.
And her.
The woman he felt sorry for. And the woman he has come to know and love.
Both of them. Both of them...and as he looked at the sky, he asks again
Did he deserve a happy ending?