Epilogue

-Mother! Mom! - a boy with blond hair ran up to me, - Uncle the king said that you saw how they punched that hole in the floor of the ballroom.

- What did my brother tell you? - I asked and fixed my hair.

- That you are already old and he was too drunk to even remember anything, - said my son, lowering his eyes.

- So, - I said and twisted my face in displeasure, - I'm only 36, and he's five minutes older than me.

- Well, mom, - he said, and I started to wipe the dirt from his cheek, - I'm already twelve, and you don't treat your brother or sister like that.

- Your brother will soon be fifteen, and his character has become like his father's, and you have all the worst features of the young me, - I said and straightened his hair, - When you were younger, you always cried when you wanted something, luckily you stopped that do.

- And sister, she is nine and dad says that you have grown your own little copy of her, - he said and rolled his eyes.

- Please don't complain. I graduated from the academy during the years of your brother and took care of myself, - I said and let him go, - Understand, I'm doing everything so that you don't have to know those terrible crumbs of our lives. Over time, we have learned how difficult it is to be good parents. And we really made mistakes. But these are our mistakes.

-Mom, wouldn't you like to rest? - said my eldest son, who approached me from behind.

-Oleander, how do you treat your own mother, I am not your mother-in-law to talk to me like that. And where is Morigan? - I said and looked around the whole hall in search of my daughter - Viktor, go find her. I bet my gold earrings that she and Princess Aya are once again doing harm somewhere.

Adrian came up behind me. He always noticed when I got stuck in my thoughts. He put his hand on my shoulder. We have hardly changed since those events. This hall always reminded me of everything that happened here fifteen years ago. But he was always the one who knew how to drive these thoughts away from me.

-I lost my youngest again, - he said and smiled.

- Yes, I suspect that it has something to do with the fact that I told her the story about how I blew up the fountain at the academy, - I said and smiled through my teeth, - Something is going to happen right now.

- I just so happened that it appeared in her, - he said and looked at me in surprise, - You refused to buy firecrackers last time.

- Well, guys, if I buy firecrackers, but I'm afraid for her health, - I said and poked him in the shoulder, - I won't comment on it.

- I know you, gang of redheads, - he said and smiled.

- And the fact that she set fire to Lady Faustas's skirt was not my idea, - I said and looked away.

- I would like to believe you, but her daughter saw how you gave Morigan an armchair, - he said and almost burst out laughing. I twisted my face, - And he is only fourteen years old.

-Indeed. And why am I not surprised. After the death of her husband, her love of spending money began to destroy her. And now she is pushing her daughter to everyone, - I said, and a loud cry made us run.

The fountain flew into the air, flooding everything with water, and the fog overtook the hall. I laughed together with my husband, and we quietly took our three children, we quietly went to the exit. An emaciated Lady Faustas approached us, wearing a faded gray-purple dress, her hair tied back with gray hair, and looking thirty years older.

- Lady Cortes, you will consider my proposal, you can take my daughter away, - said the woman who ran up and grabbed my hand.

- No, - I answered and it was the sweetest, not in my entire life.

- And the curse of your family? What kind of mother are you who does not want to protect her son from a terrible fate, she said, and her words made me stop.

-AND? The curse has been over for a long time, - I answered.

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From the author

Hello!

I am Kallie de Narro, a Ukrainian writer, I translated this book into English (and secretly there were 24 chapters in it, but I combined some of them). Here I have a chance to get to know you, my reader. First, I am anonymous, and I live only on the Internet, but in your head I can be anyone. But why am I hiding behind a pseudonym? Well, if someone in my life finds out who I am, shit will fall on the fan). 

But I think you are interested in how I wrote this book. "" is unique against the background of other books, it is the second book I finished on foot and the first was not written in a dream. So I write books in my dreams and it's strange. I will rest a little and start translating another book from Ukrainian (Special Department), and soon we will meet again, my reader, in a new interesting adventure. And soon there will be a book about the apocalypse).

Your Kallie de Narro