Albie hugged his children in the palace courtyard. He said his goodbyes to Milled and her family. He Hugged scab and Tragedy.
"If you kids can't get along at least don't fight," declared Albie. "I don't want my kids killing each other but I know in time the dead will get hungry and most the beasts that knew me will be gone. I will say this now. Inside the walls belongs to the dead. Scab maintains them. My home of mill town and the other destroyed village belongs to the beasts if you can't get along stay away from each other. The roads should be safe for both of you. If you can get along without me, you will all live better lives."
Albie saw Scabs normally hate filled eyes seemed sad. Milled and her followers where crying.
He recalled how many times Scab had tried to convince him to accept undeath.
"Don't be sad kids," soothed the mage in his raspy voice. "Nothing is meant to live forever. Not me not even those of you who will live by feeding of others. We will all go to the other side eventually. You wights should know this better than anyone. And when you do cross over, I will be there to great you. I will be glad to hear what you have built or the children you have raised. But that can wait. Remember that I love all of you and will be seeing those we lost soon."
Albie climbed on Twenty-Eights back. War Minds brain jar was in his lap strapped to the webbing inside his cloak to keep it from falling.
"Two days to get back to Mill village," declared Albie. "If anyone can get me there on time it's you lets go."
The dragon jumped into the skies and began the flight to the destroyed village. Twenty-Eight was quick and Albie believed they would make it in time.
"So Blunt," thought Albie to the brain in the jar. "What do you plan on doing. I think your puppet could pass for human if you wanted to travel and do your teaching, I think you could get away with that."
"No," admitted the brain. "I think those rats will need a good teacher both for general studies and military tactics. Besides me being a teacher will work well to keep the two sides on friendly terms."
"Twenty-Eight," asked Albie "Can I ask you to guard my grave and tressures. My bloodstone eye should be given to Scab if it chooses to keep it and my books should be returned to the traveler when he comes to pick them up. But my cloak and other items I would like to leave in your hands."
"I can guard your cloak in pistols," agreed the dragon.
"Thank you," said Albie who continued to talk about how to split up magic and military assets as they flew.
The trio arrived at the ruined windmill on the last night. Albie striped of his clothes except for the necklace made of his wedding amulet and Cat's Moon stone. He removed the bloodstone from its eye socket and placed it on the ground. His body was emaciated and liquid unlife reached across his body. The shambling man limped to the bed of ashes where the body of Cat lay half covered in the ash. Her body seemed untouched by the hand of time. Her body protected by a blanket of ash. He crawled onto the pile of ashes an acorn and dagger in his hands. The mage laid down next to his beloved's form and stabbed his heart with the knife.
The mage coughed as he let the magic keeping him alive began to fade. He swallowed the nut and closed his eyes. The father of monsters died and the nut in his stomach began to take in the collected energy in the mages body. The tree grew rapidly filling out the inside of the windmill growing into the ruins like a coat. The tree grew with black bark and white leaves with read veins. A unique treasure for Twenty-Eight to guard and the beasts to build their society around.