Alys took the life of the king, and while doing so, consumed the entirety of the capital city in flames. The vast majority of the nobility, those who designed and enforced the systems of oppression that kept the Red-Bound on top and the White-Bound forever at the bottom, died. Of course, so were Alys and her ever-present would-be assassin, Sparrow (or Spereth at this point in time).

The entire island would have been consumed if it were not for the Ruler and the Dryad, whose story was unfortunately cut short due to time constraints. The Dryad’s aspect of repulsion, that had saved her life along with her tree’s, did not merely keep things out, but could also keep them in. She erected a barrier to protect the vast majority of the island while the all-consuming surge of energy blasted out into the ocean.

The Dryad would return to her tree, watching over the island with her somewhat immature but incredibly powerful perspective. And the Ruler would shuffle forward into the destroyed city and search for whatever remnants he could as to what secrets this city, and this island, held. He would eventually take the crown himself, and rule over the tiny island with no natural resources.

With his aspect, he would increase the power of the island far beyond it should ever have had, and bring the other islands under his sway. Fifty islands large enough to hold some form of political power united under his banner, and became a new empire. He relinquished the control of his island to the native people and returned to the small island in which he found his original artifact, but that is not even a story – it is a history which few people actually care about.

And everyone lived happily ever after under the Lord of the Rock.