and Troy set the wand down at Athenea's feet. He shed a tear for his sister; she had died saving him. She looked as if she were merely sleeping. Luther would never forgive him, but that mattered little right now.
Druelle knelt down beside Troy, placing her arm comfortingly around his shoulder. There had been a time where her touch would have repulsed him; all that had changed. If not for Druelle, none of them would be alive. The tears kept coming, and they would never stop.
