The embers of Eustace's lamp were long dead and cold, but he still held to it as tightly as he could, especially whenever a cloud passed over the full moon overhead. Thankfully, those clouds were few and he was able to see his way through the forest, guided by the the silvery light that filtered through the thickly leafed trees.
Now and again, Eustace would stop and look at the trees, marveling at just how unchanged they appeared. Some seemed the slightest bit larger, the most marked difference being the size of some that had only been saplings when he had been captured. He could still remember being dragged through the brush, a rope tied around his neck like he was a common piece of livestock... then again, he had expected as much. Imperial troops were well known and feared for how brutal their treatment of prisoners was.
It took all he had to not fall into those memories. Five years as their captive, five years that had left him gaunt and pale and scarred, too weak to even carry more than a bare minimum of supplies, and even those were gone now. The shelter he'd been taken to, after Utopian forces liberated the prison, hadn't had much in either room or supplies, and he had been considered well enough to leave. So here he was, wandering the forests towards the only place he even wanted to see. Even if he couldn't stay (for he had heard someone else had taken it over), he just wanted to see his lighthouse one more time.
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Was that... a bell?
Eustace stopped in his tracks, blinking in confusion at the sound. It was the deep, resonating ring of a bell, not too far away either. With renewed vigor, Eustace staggered through the trees until he emerged in the familiar strip of open grass between the treeline and the beach, and directly ahead of him was the old lighthouse, lit and running as it should be. Lit, running, and... ringing. The fog bell, was it really working?
He stumbled towards the lighthouse door, not even fully aware of what he was doing. Though the summer air was warm, he still felt cold; his scars burned and his body ached with pain and hunger. Surely, the new caretaker would take pity on a tired man, would allow him a chance to rest and say goodbye to his home.
He raised the knocker and knocked once, twice, before slumping over, only remaining partially upright by leaning against the outer doorframe, his eyes closed. He heard the door open, followed by a sharp gasp that made him open his eyes. What he saw... he wondered if he had gotten so sick so fast, that he was becoming delirious.
She stood in the doorway, well-dressed and looking healthy as could be, but he could still see the scars on her face and neck. Her eyes were bright, though he could swear he saw tears pooling in them, and he instinctively reached out to touch her cheek, to comfort her, to wipe away the tears before they fell. He felt her hand close over his, and then she pulled him close, holding him as tightly as she could.
"Eustace?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
"Lea..." he breathed, wrapping his arms around her, tears beginning to drip down his own cheeks.
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At the end of the river
the sundown beams
All the relics of a life long lived
Here weary traveler
rest your wand
Sleep the journey from your eyes.(Well, there it is, the end of the story

I wanted to keep it minimal and open to interpretation, I just wanted to end things with a definite 'they find each other again' thing. Thank you to everyone who followed this! I'm hoping to write another story, but I'm trying to find something good to base it on... I've got one strong idea kicking around, but am having trouble figuring out what pets might fit the characters xD)