Epilogue
Darren lounged comfortably on the hotel room balcony and watched the antics below him. The rest of the band had taken over the hotel pool and seemed to be enjoying it fully. Darren smiled slightly as he watched Ben chase a screaming Anna and toss her into the aquamarine water.
Daniel, who was momentarily resting at the pool’s edge, noticed Darren watching them and waved cheerfully. The singer grinned and waved back, chuckling quietly. The group had begged Darren to join them but tonight there was a full moon and he wanted some quiet time, to think.
The dark-haired one absently played with the silver necklace hanging around his neck, remembering where he had gotten it from:
Darren had been sitting on a bench in a nearby park (not Central Park), soaking up some sun and trying to sort out his thoughts. He was piecing together all the bits of information he had, trying to understand what had happened just a few days ago.
Then a sudden movement beside Darren had startled him out of his contemplation. He looked up quickly and found that there was a large, black bird sitting beside him. Same as the last one he’d seen, blue eyes and all.
“Um, hello.” The singer said nervously, wondering what this bird was doing here. A faint lightbulb went off in his head.
“Lyruna?” he said hesitantly “is that you?” The bird didn’t say anything but Darren could have sworn he saw an amused twinkle in its eye. It hopped closer to him and shook its head slightly. The singer noticed that it had something glittering in its beak. Darren pondered for a moment, then slowly put his hand out. The bird lowered its dark head and dropped something into his palm. It almost slid out again and Darren had to scramble to grab it. The bird made a noise suspiciously like a chuckle and took off, dropping a piece of black paper into his lap as it glided away.
Darren opened his hand and studied what lay inside. It was a beautiful silver necklace, made out of a metal that seemed to shimmer and gleam. It had a small pendant on the chain that looked incredibly delicate, almost as fine as a single wire. Darren pulled experimentally at the links, they were much stronger than they looked. The singer lifted up the necklace to get a better look at the swinging pendant it held; it was a exquisite silver crescent moon, twinkling as it moved.
Darren slowly put it around his neck and did up the clasp, jerking his head back in surprise as a sudden noise (like a bell) sounded into the park air. The dark-haired one felt the chain to see what happened and realized that clasp had disappeared, the links were now seamless, unending. Darren sat still for a moment, the shrugged mentally. The singer looked at the slip of black paper he had been given. Written on it was a message in the same ornate, silver writing as the last note he had gotten.
It read: