A/N: Here's the epilogue. I would like to thank all of you who stuck with me and kept reading this story, thanks especially to the two of you that reviewed. I hope you enjoyed this story. Also, I probably won't be posting anything else under this penname. If you would like to read my other writing it is under the penname Kyndeyrn. Thanks.
Epilogue
None of the young creatures were quite the same after the Battle of Fate as it had later been called. True to his word, Rowan had not attempted to commit suicide though his world had been crushed. His physical recovered quickly, but he lapsed into a depressed silence, only talking when he called Farah's name into the night. Kinliv's own heart had been torn apart, not only for the loss of her friend but also, in a sense, for the loss of Rowan who she now knew would never love her back. Keem had wandered around the Abbey aimlessly for days after the battle. His purpose in life had been destroyed and it seemed that he would not live much longer without the drive that had so viciously pushed him. It was Cory, the otter, who saved him. She offered her position of Abbey Warrior to him, declaring that she only wished to focus on being the best Skipper of Otters there had ever been. The position gave new meaning to the young mouse's life and he lived out the rest of his days at the Abbey, working to become a strong disciple of Martin the Warrior in order to honor the mouse that had saved his life so many moons ago. Kenafon took his time to grieve, eventually recovering from the emotional wounds that the battle had left. He worked had as chieftain of the Avaborit and eventually obtained the position of society leader of the Gwalchgwyn.
One cool day in mid autumn Kinliv awoke to find Rowan gone from the Abbey. He had left no note, but simply had just got up and left. Still deeply in love she too left that very morning, bidding farewell only to Keem and Kenafon, the shrew that had taught her so much. She tracked the squirrel at a grueling pace through most of the day, never once stopping to eat or rest. Not until the sun had reached its zenith, shining down brightly on the forest below, did she hear voices.
"I'll kill ya squirrel!" the voice belonged to some manner of vermin.
Kinliv poked her head through the branches that were sheltering the voice and a sight that almost made her heart stop met her eyes. Rowan, bruised and bloody but still on his feet, was surrounded by no less than fifteen vermin. Three were on the ground, already dead. Rowan uttered no noise for the mad light in his eyes, a light that chilled Kinliv's heart, spoke for him. He wielded a dirk and buckler, the same two weapons that Farah had used in the Battle of Fate. The weasel that had spoken struck out at him, slicing his arm. Rowan didn't seem to notice, simply killing the creature with a well-placed thrust.
Kinliv wasted no time, jumping through the bushes and skidding to the side of the one she loved. For the first time since the battle, she felt like she was exactly where she needed to be. Rowan smiled, the first smile he had shown in what felt like an eternity. It was though a bond had been formed between their minds, both knew exactly what the other was feeling, thinking. A moment passed, just a moment, a world in a moment, and then they charged. Farah's name was on both their lips as, side by side, the two companions charged to their deaths. They knew from that bittersweet moment that their fate was locked, sealed on the blades of their foes. Death had never felt so right.
Fin