Page 110 of The Ghost of Rage's War

The die had been cast, and Fate had chosen.

A legend had just been created with one man’s death.

Elizabeth

In the pure darkness, I watched as Drake ran a hand down his neck and faded from the field. The action was so familiar.

I looked around, seeking a sign of him, but Drake wasn’t here anymore. Drake’s story had been written. But we’d meet again. Because that was ordained, much like the stories I wrote about the men who honoured a special personal memory.

Love will always win, even if death separates you, love is waiting beyond the veil. You just need to be patient.

Epilogue Two –

Thirty years later.

Elizabeth

Ismiled as he walked towards me, looking confused; he was almost unrecognisable, but his mouth… yeah, I’d never mistake that.

“What the fuck am I doing in a field of flowers? Ain’t no manly shit in that crap,” he boomed.

“Shut up,” the man beside me exclaimed as I swung on my swing.

Axel’s head snapped around, and he spotted me and the three men standing with me. His eyebrows shot into his hairline.

“Well, lookie here,” Axel yelled, and I snickered.

“Holy fuck, Axel, you were a silver fox, but shit, you’re James Dean hot!” I gasped, looking at a much younger version of Axel than I’d previously known.

Axel preened. “Yeah. I’m what bitches drooled over.”

“Excuse me, I’m a lady, Axel,” I chided, and Axel roared with laughter.

“I know you, woman. Ain’t no lady there!”

“How rude!” I replied, and we all laughed.

“We’re all younger than when we died,” a man said.

“Are you complaining?” I questioned.

“Fuck no, this is how I wanted to be remembered,” he answered me.

“What is this shit? Why am I here?” Axel asked.

“Because I wanted you to see something,” I explained.

Axel reached the oak tree I loved so much and came to a stop as he faced the first man. Axel’s eyes raked his face before he held him tightly.

“Brother,” Axel boomed.

“Brother,” Norfolk replied. They hugged for a few moments before Axel turned and faced Spike.

“Been ten years, fucker,” Axel stated and hugged Spike.

“You’re telling me. Quietest time of my life,” Spike retorted, and they laughed.

Axel turned to the last man, and tears shone in his eyes. “For us, it’s been too long,” Axel boomed softly.

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