Dussel and Ariel

Epilogue or Chapter 8

“So my young one,” I said to the girl, who looked so like me when I was her age. I was so old that my joints hurt. I would fall asleep in the middle of the day. I had stood guard for centuries and it was time to hand over my duties.

I was wrapped in a shawl. The girls silver round eyes glowed as she listened to the tale of Ariel.

“You are now the Guardian of the mound.” I pulled her close and hugged her.