Jessika's wail echoed across the scars as she floated over Damian, torn between revenge and her moping humanity. Sterling held out the bones to his tortured family. " Please Jessika, it's time to lay down your burden. Karimov can noway harm us again." Her fiery aspect
flitted between Sterling and the objects in his grasp. sluggishly, her taloned arm retreated from Damian. With a pulsing translucent hand, Jessika reached out and gently closed cadaverous fritters around the bone and relic. At her touch, they began to glow ever lustrously. A palpitation of emerald light exploded from Jessika's form, splashing across the monuments. Her agonized laugh rent the welkin as her spirit started to dissipate on the wind. Sterling rushed to Damian's side, helping him stand. They watched alongside the Ravens as Jessika's wraith came transparent, features morphing back into the fierce woman they had known. With a look of bittersweet joy, Jessika sounded to mouth a final" Thank you, family." Her shining eyes sluggishly faded, withdrawing into the rising sun. On the mountain's gleam, only a single black feather remained. The curse of the Black Mountains had ended. Jessika's tortured soul was at last free to rest. A hush fell as dawn's light crested the peaks, banishing the specters of the history for good. A heavy silence dallied after Jessika's spirit departed on the dawn winds. Sterling picked up her lone black feather, looking out over the glinting mountains. Damian came to his side." She has set up peace at last, family." Sterling jounced solemnly." Her immolation saved us all from the curse of revenge. May she wander joyfully in whatever afterlife awaits." The elder Ravens approached, bowing their scarred heads in respect." Jessika will ever be recognized among our lineage for her fierce justice. And you, Black Dog, for setting her free." Raven clasped Sterling's arm." Her torment is over, but yours need not continue. Stay, join our vill and find solace in the mountains she loved." Sterling peered out over the scraggy peaks where Jessika's wild soul formerly floated. He turned to Damian, who smiled deliberately at his family's craving for this rugged life. " Emilia will be eager to return home," said Damian." But this vale also calls my spirit. What say you, family- shall we come Ravens of the Mountain?" Sterling clasped Raven's arm in return. A new dawn had risen indeed over the Black Mountains, and with Jessika's blessing, then the sisters would make their home at last. And so Sterling and Damian took their place among the mysterious lineage of Ravens. They learned the ways of covert, surviving off the rugged land as natural as the windswept pines. Times passed in relative peace. Emilia did return home to her family, though she visited the mountains frequently. Sterling and Damian came trusted elders, tutoring new generations of epigones. One crisp afterlife evening, Sterling stood piecemeal on a windswept barranca , gaping out over the fiery trees. A presence drew near, yet he felt no trouble-only calm. Beside him materialized Jessika's shimmering form, as beautiful and wild as in life." Thank you for setting me free, family. This land holds your spirit now as it did mine." Sterling smiled vocally." I'm recognized to walk these pitches for eternity as you formerly did, in freedom and strength." Jessika returned his smile, translucent edges blending into the gleam." also walk in peace, Sterling Black Dog. I'll watch over you and Damian always from the mists." With that, she dissipated upon an afterlife breath laced with pledge. Sterling knew deep in his soul that Jessika's guardian spirit would endure, as wild and fierce as the mountains themselves, for all time. This concludes the story of Sterling, Damian and Jessika in the Black Mountains. Thank you for taking this trip- it was a pleasure continuing the tale. Then's a brief epilogue Epilogue Decades passed, and Sterling and Damian lived full lives among the Ravens of the Mountain. As elders, they passed on Jessika's legend to new tribesfolk, keeping her fierce spirit alive. When their time eventually came, the sisters passed peacefully in their sleep during a snowy downtime. According to lineage lore, Jessika's ghost was seen formerly more, convoying Sterling and Damian's spirits into the mists hand in hand. The Black Mountains remained the lineage's sphere, as wild and untamed as ahead. Jessika's black feather was placed in a sanctum, an eternal symbol of revenge transcended, curses lifted, and souls set free at the last. Her name came a blessing tribesfolk would bring in their stealthy work, a fierce guardian hanging the scars. The Black Dog sisters, too, came numbers of legend- soldiers who triumphed over darkness and set up belonging among the murk. And so the spirits of Jessika, Sterling and Damian continue wandering those misty high places indeed now, ever bound to the barbarian, enduring land that was both their captivity and deliverance throughout the periods. Their grand saga will live on in the Ravens' heritage for all time to come. The end. I hope you enjoyed the conclusion of this story! Please let me know if any other tales come to mind. numerous times had passed since Sterling and Damian joined their spirits with the mountains. The Ravens continued their peaceful actuality, carrying on the sisters' heritage. But all was n't calm in the Black Mountains. Strange sounds began echoing through the scars at night-unearthly howls that stupefied the tribesfolk to their bones. murk sounded to flick between the trees. The Ravens' diviners grew concerned. They held fellowship with the mountain spirits, hopeless for answers. In their fancies, a dark auspice appeared the form of a twisted, wolf- suchlike critter with burning eyes. It was stalking the peaks, hunting under the light of the blood moon. Some ancient wrong had awoken deep in the mountains' heart, and its hunger was growing. The elders gathered for an exigency meeting, apprehension splashing through the lineage. As the night's murk dragged , a question impended- had a new trouble surfaced to imminence the Ravens? Or were darker powers stirring formerly more in the place where Jessika's curse had been broken so long agone
? Whatever prowled the Black Mountains, the lineage would have to make a stage. Their motherland was in pitfall formerly more. To be continued. studies on continuing the trouble? Open to make on this hook point collaboratively.