Scene I. Epilogue.]

A lone man is seen in a lush garden. It is Areos, his wound no longer visible.

Areos: The Twins of Darkness reign no more, and peace is found from heaven to shore. Lord Iason commands a gentle land, with Simonetta by his side. They have a son called Alistair, of who is now their pride. War is now no more than tale, one to tell when sirens wail, sending shivers down the spine of any who read this myth of mine. Enjoy the peace that hath begun, for who can know when clouds eclipse the sun?

He leaves, blowing out the candle in his hand.


Not the best scene, I suppose, but this is still the last of my little prose. I hope this play was enjoyed by all, and now I must let the curtains fall.