Epilogue
Changing Time
The Great Mother Goddess shook her head sadly. "Oh dear," she whispered. "It was too late. Fate has been twisted; this should not have happened."
The Gravyard Hag, standing beside, nodded her head as her mouth set in a straight line. "Carthak has not yet been righted. Ozrone's downfall is not yet at hand. It should have been, by this mortal vessel. Perhaps, now, it never will be."
All were silent for a moment, but unexpectedly a voice spoke, through the minds of all the gods. But things can still be righted, with the touch of our hand. There is a rather obvious solution.
The Great Mother Goddess looked at her fellow god questioningly. "Speak, brother, tell us your plan, if I may ask."
The pale god of dreams's voice echoed through their heads. I believe if this Veralidaine had escaped from her prison of her own will at the correct time, the situation could still be remedied. The Stormwings did have a plan working towards the same end as ours.
The Goddess nodded and a smile curved her heavenly lips. "You mean we...tweak the past a bit. But by what means?"
The marmoset god stepped forward and squeaked, "Veralidaine had one of the people, one of my kind, with her, named Zek, who knows how to unlock doors with a key."
The Hag nodded her approval. "It will work!" she decided.
The Great Mother stepped forward once again. "Then we will leave the honors to you sister!" She bowed, and motioned for the gods to exit the meeting room.
When they had gone, the Graveyard Hag dissapeared to give the keys to the marmoset (in the past of course) and erase their meeting from his mind.
She had one last comment to make: "This had better work, for the days of this Emperor's spells over Carthak are over!"
