Epilogue to Unfinished Story

Here is an epilogue to a story I wish to finish one day, enjoy!

Omelus had a strange purple sun, which glistened in the pink night sky as it set on the shores of the citadel. The sight of eagle-like Selgaes whistling past the rooftop of the building was enough to take the breath away of any hardened traveler. As the lone, deflated figure of an unknown warrior stared up into the emerging stars, each one looking like diamonds of hope breaking through the darkness, he wondered how he came to be on this beautiful yet imprisoning planet.

He and his comrade had seen it all, planets made entirely of water and fire and Demons who had pursued them across the universe and who had left them helplessly lost millions of millions of miles away from their Galaxy. The splendor of his surroundings escaped his troubled mind. All he could think about was the same problems he had faced since that fateful day so long ago now. What made him stowaway? What was that green gas? And were both he and his companion so hideously mutated that even if they did get home, then how would they be treated when they got back? Like freaks? Or were they an example of what their kind would eventually become. Like those, who kept them and owned them. Like pets.

The figure inhaled deeply. So many questions, how to answer them. He closed his eyes and dreamed of the simple life he once led. He had been well treated back home. Clean bedding, food and water but was never given the chance to escape his glass house and venture out into the world of blue skies and green grass. Now he just wished he had stayed there and never, ever let his quizzical mind implore him to escape and leave the comfort zone we all call home. Thank god, he thought, he was not alone.

Moments later, he heard foot steps approach him from behind. The footsteps were stumbling, as if the owner was in a great deal of pain. The sound of his paws dragging into the dust on the rooftop was like the sound of nails down a blackboard, it filled him with agony. After a few steps the second creature paused and steadied himself as he drew a tortured breath.
‘ Do you reckon they are gone for good?’
‘I can’t say’, replied the first creature in his scouse accent, who could not turn around to confront his friend, ‘But we shouldn’t have come here, all this traveling and what for?’
The second creature moved slowly forward and placed his paw reassuringly on his companion’s shoulder. The recipient winced, as if his paw was sandpaper rubbed against an open wound.
‘We have come too far to turn back, even if we hadn’t been ambushed on this strange planet, we probably would still have been drifting lost, maybe it is time we found ourselves a new home’, his tone was reassuring but just as scared as the other creature.
The first creature turned to meet his companion, and as their eyes met, they filled with lonely tears. It was just them, there was nobody else like them anywhere in the cosmos, and they had to survive, but could never turn back.
What he was about to say was just heartbreaking as it was Impossible.
‘I just want to go home”.