"So, even though you died," the vision of Ashlynn asked as she gazed at Ollie. "Isn't this an ending you can accept?"
For several minutes, Ollie said nothing as he tried to process everything Ashlynn had told him. He, Harrod and Milo, along with more than a hundred other soldiers, had died to save the villagers and perhaps even the Vale itself from the Inquisition's terrifying curse of the second sun. Owain, the leader of the invading army, had escaped with most of his men, but the losses he'd suffered had been ruinous and the losses suffered by the Church had been even greater.
"Am I supposed to accept that the best I could hope for in this situation was to die a heroe's death?" Ollie asked, looking at the vision of Ashlynn with a complicated gaze as he tried to sift through the simmering stew of emotions boiling within his chest.
