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This Isn't Over is the epilogue of my fourteenth fanfiction, "The Stage". This story has been very fun to make. I hope that you've liked it as much as I have. This epilogue is short, but still really good. Let's kick this shit off. 

This is my first third person chapter since "The End of the Shadow". This epilogue is mainly showing what the characters are doing after the previous chapter. 

This Isn't Over 

The shots fired at the crossroad were heard for miles. The Reapers moved in to confirm that Harold was dead. They needed to know if he had Met the Reaper. 

Pale was in the chapel at Fort Wellington, sitting in Harold's chair, and holding the gavel in her hand. She couldn't stop thinking about her new responsibilities. She was proud to be the new Nameless Lancer. 

Zhukov stood over Dimitiri's dead body. His knife was covered in his friend's blood. He knew what would happen next, since he just witnessed it. 

Hajvarr and Ptolemy were at Harold's favorite tavern in Central Yharnam. They were getting blackout drunk, and eventually got kicked out of the tavern. 

Arminius and Samantha were making love to each other. Both of them were very upset. Samantha was still confused about why Harold kissed her earlier that day. 

David visited Eli's grave. He thought that he would feel satisfied when Harold was gone, but he felt the opposite. 

Brutus was taking a nap in the courtyard at Fort Wellington. He was snoring, when bird shit landed on his forehead. He jumped up, got into a fighting stance, and looked around. He then went inside the fort. 

Henriett was looking through Harold's journel, and was still crying. She was flipping through the pages, until she found a note that Harold had left her. The note read: "Henriett, I love you so much. I know that this was hard for you, but you got through it. There's something that I've been wanting to tell you, but I just couldn't. I'm not human. The Ice Reapers told me that I have the blood of a god. When this is all over, I'm going to come to you. I promise. Harold". She started crying even harder. 

At the Crossroads of Blood, vultures circled over Shadowmere's corspe. Harold was gone. Vanished without a trace. The corpses of all twenty Iron Reapers were nearby, covered with beast claw marks. 

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Thank you for reading the epilogue. Tell me what you think in the comments.