The ancient grey fox looked up into the dark day sky. It should be midday, five minutes past the hour he thought, looking down at the watch slowly ticking, but it's dark enough to be night. He watched the young Vulpvir's rush about and play outside, awestruck by the sudden shadow. It looked like the old fox was the only one in the village that knew what this meant. He sighed, and stumbled slowly towards a small wooden armchair, resting in front of the fire. Sitting down, he rested his oaken cane on the arm of the chair, and put his feet up on a small stool, lined with Spill-Spider Silk. He looked around at his small hut, surrounded by the large forest of Fairwood. The old fox didn't fear death, but he feared what would happen to his village when he was gone. For centuries, he'd protected the small village from the Spill-Spiders and the Nog-Gnomes.

"I'm not the man I used to be. My adventure's left me for a newer body" he mumbled. He looked into the distance, remembering his early life. A peaceful life, living with his family. He skimmed his hand across the page of an old, dusty book, almost as old as the fox himself, wiping away the dust. The fox looked down at the page, but not focusing on the words, rather than his life with the 'FreeWorlders'. The human, Danny, the elf, Vantroth, the Halfling, Orgulas and of course, the Vulpvir, the old fox himself. They'd saved the world from evil time and time again, but it was their first one, Rexlor, that haunted the old fox most. His last words, 'I'll be back for you all'. They lived in the old fox's nightmares, the endless nightmares. He was the only one left now. Danny, Vantroth, Orgulas, all dead. He was the last of the 'FreeWorlders'. Suddenly, there came a short knock at the door.

"Come in Rex" the fox said, in a quiet, raspy voice. The door slowly creaked open, and in stepped a man, smiling. This smile had no warmth, the smile made the fox shiver slightly as he stood up, reaching for his cane, "I know my time has come"

"Hello again, old friend" the man with the smile said, as the fox struggled to walk over to him "You're the first that has greeted me….. Greeted death with open arms, and for that I salute you"

The old fox smiled as he walked into the dark day, past the man with the cold smile, thinking of his life, his youth, his time with the FreeWorlders, but most of all, he was smiling because soon they'd be reunited. The FreeWorlders will be back together soon…

"It is often said that before you die your life passes before your eyes. It is in fact true. It's called living."

- Terry Pratchett