Thanat and Mag-bell helped Nolan with healing the wounded. Castias stood besides their mother, telling her that he must return to Futura. The war had lasted an entire day, it was the bloodiest war ever seen by the Empires.
After his father's death, Prince, now King, Kechera took control of Gallan and dispersed the Military schools set up by his father. When his father died, his sight had came back, and he had immediately claimed the throne and signed the peace treaties with the Empires, setting trade routes and conversing with his only surviving sister, Saden.
Kastracsh and him had fallen for each other when they had bumped heads while tending to the dead. All the dead were burned and they were the only two to volunteer so they used their magic to burn bodies.
Asazin had prepared a private burial for her eldest children, Toph and Soph had fallen in battle. Nolan called their family and allies together and set up a pair of funeral fires on the hill next to the Capitol.
Toph and Soph wore their best clothes as they laid on their mounds of straw. The entire force of the Empires Army, the surviving force, stood from the bottom of the hill to ten feet away from the funeral mounds. The dusk darkened and night came as the Mages surrounding the mounds, all fifteen of them, raised their hands and chanted the burnings spell.
The mounds caught fire as they lowered their hands, casting an eerie glow on the faces of the troops as they all stood to attention and place the side of their right hands to their brows in the formal salute of a soldier to a high ranking officer.
Not a sound could be heard for a long while until the Mages placed their instruments in their hands and played a lament.
The night began to lighten as dawn approached and the funeral mounds were swallowed by dying fire. The music ended and life carried on.
The war was cleaned up and soon children were let out and people returned to their villages.
Slowly crawls the path of war, so ravenous as to quicken its path and speak its own demise. People may die and some may sleep forever. Life goes on at the end. None can say not to that. For wars are never forgotten, or are their fighters lost. In the memories of all those who participated and those to whom the story was told, wars are remembered and learned from.
People will mourn and grieve but always return to their usual ways.
For that is the way of people and life.
Life always continues.