The Beginning from Execution by Clock Elixir

I remember the fires lasted for days. We gathered around them, and as meager as our supplies were, they became the centers of feasts and revels celebrating the three saviors of humanity. Weaponry and scrap metal were strewn across the plains where the last battle had occurred, and some of the leavings of war still lay there, grass and mud swallowing the reminders whole, the earth claiming its spoils as its own.
The castle was returned to all its former glory and it hadn't been long after the celebration had ended that another one took place within its walls. The king had once again taken to the throne, and the heretic never was seen very far from him. Magic was no longer forbidden as dangerous; instead it was encouraged and overseen by the heretic, and this ushered in a new era of enlightenment and prosperity.
As for the outlaw, he was seldom seen after the kingdom was restored. On the final day of the feast, drunk with wine and out on the street to get some air, I swear I saw him, back turned to the castle and heading for the gates. As he grew near, he simply nodded acknowledgement and left without a word. When he passed through the gates, he vanished, never to be seen again.

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