Epilogue: Moirin Uí Cuiart

Moirin returned home. She had long ago mourned her husband and band, but now she was adrift and her chance at vengeance seemed gone as well. She mourned again for those she had lost and the **** of her ideas of retribution. Moirin The Avenger died. Moirin went back to being a warrior. She fought in various battles as a warrior for hire and eventually became part of a new Mercenary band. She was a respected member, but never experiencing closure over the **** of her previous band she never allowed herself to grow connected. An outsider even after years fighting alongside them.

She gained a reputation of being a cold hearted loner, but a fearsome and reliable warrior.

During one battle a creature appeared on the battlefield. It slaughtered soldiers around it and Moirin's breath stopped as she stared at the creature that had killed her husband and family. It was back. Her hand squeezed the handle of her axe. The Avenger returned with a vengeance as she charged into battle.

Most of the rest of the people in the battle had begun to flee and all saw her running against the tide, charging at the monster as everyone else fled. The battle would become the subject of song and legend from that day on. What drove her was unknown to those who saw it, but all could tell she was fighting for something important. Bone breaking blows rained down on her from the creature, but she endured, meeting each blow with one of her own, severing limbs, rending flesh and hacking through the creature's hide.

After a time the creature was failing, it's previously invincible aura fallen, it was weak, broken, but so was she. One leg dragging behind her, broken beyond repair. One eye bloodied and torn. Her axe arm covered in bloody gouges. She takes a rattling breath and raises her axe. "With all the hatred of my years of sorrow... With all my love for the ones taken from me... I CAST YOU DOWN!" she screams and rears her arm back, struggling even to stand and then tosses her axe at the same time as the creature swings out. It's claws stab into her gut and up into her chest, piercing her heart at the same time as her axe embeds itself in the creature's head. She falls to her knees, blood leaking from her mouth as she chuckles. The creature screeches and flails before collapsing dead. She watches it, seeing that it is indeed dead and she raises her bloodied battered arm triumphantly before her head falls to her chest and her breathing ceases.

She died and was reborn as a legend her vengeance finally complete.