Epilogue (End of Book 2)

Epilogue (End of Book 2)

The thing that was Picoli perched on the peak of the cliff, staring out over the rocky terrain in the rain. That small voice of the person whose body it was in screamed and railed somewhere in the back of its mind, but it ignored her as usual. She could scream all she wanted, but it wouldn’t change anything.

Her friends would come here if they wanted to get back to their island. Soon, the rains would be forced back, chasing off its brethren, but not it. It was safe in this host body, even with it mangled like it was. That they’d managed to hurt it as much as they had was infuriating. Embarrassing. Demeaning!

Another pair of feet landed on the rock beside it, and a hand gently settled on its shoulder. It lowered its head in deference as was appropriate, not even daring to look at the other.

“Soon,” the other said. “Soon. Then the real fun begins, and the island falls.”