August 8, 2000
It was a sign.
When that firebird lit the sky, incinerating whole stars in its wake, I knew it was time. It was so terrible, it was a flame that grew and grew and showed no sign of stopping; it seemed the sun had risen in the middle of the night. Even Pierce, too stubborn to listen the first time that beautiful, horrible phoenix appeared, knew that what we had always feared had happened.
Dominic...he was gone. Sarsis and Armand reported no sign of him anywhere. He'd had been Unmade, sent back to the void from which all life sprang. But our weapon, the one we had unwittingly created, had grown beyond us. Beyond anything we ever imagined; and what Pierce had foreseen had been unspeakable, leaving him shaking and whimpering for days after.
Chaos, destruction and death were all the Earth had to look forward to, more senseless death than the second world war. With that knowledge we leave this world, sending ourselves back to the Unmade, back to the void. Maybe when we see Dominic there, he won't be too angry with us.
End Epilogue Three
Ariana
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