"Aye, my Lady."
She was right, the dark did not die, it only set. And the new reign fulfilled its promise.
They were happy and at peace, the chosen one and his equal. He loved her, as he should, and she loved him, as she would. And in that love, a child was born, gold and silver enveloped in a light as blinding as the moon and the sun.
They named it Faith, and they knew they had found the heirloom that had been lost to them since the beginning.
They had longed for it, and it was theirs.
The gold and silver were drawn to the light that shone around it, and they were filled with joy and ecstasy, gazing at the light.
The sun and the moon.
They were happy and at peace, the equal and her savior. She loved him, as she should, and he loved her, as he would.