The world did not become perfect.That was the first thing Kael learned after the final battle.People still argued.Kings still rose in distant lands.Some communities still chose badly.Some trusted too quickly.Others trusted too little.There were wars.There were reconciliations.There were victories nobody remembered and losses nobody recorded.Life continued.And that was exactly what Kael had wanted.Years after the last door closed, the hill above the city became known as the Hill of Choice.There was no monument of Kael there.He had refused one.Instead, the people placed a simple stone at the top.It had no name.No statue.No crown.Only a single sentence:NO ONE CHOOSES FOR YOU.Children often climbed the hill.Some came to argue.Some came to think.Some came simply because the view was beautiful.Kael liked that.He believed places should be allowed to become whatever people needed them to become.One evening, an old Kael sat beneath the tree at the top of the hill.Hi