A/N: Holy crap. I can't believe the sequel is now finally over. I'll be able to work on publishing even more FanFics! Huzzah! Yet it's also sad about finally putting Brielle Badeau on my shelf. Who knows? Maybe I'll auction her in my auction story. But now ladies and gents (but mostly ladies) I give you the epilogue of LBF2: TBT

Five Years Later

Brielle was casually sitting outside her tent in the Court of Miracles, Quasi by her side.

"Mommy, look what Auntie Esmeralda made for me!" exclaimed Brielle's four year old daughter. She twirled around in a small green dress that brought out the color of her eyes. Her blonde hair curled slightly behind her ears.

"You look lovely, Colette," Brielle said honestly, smiling warmly at her daughter.

"That dress makes you look fat," said a redheaded boy about seven years old.

"You're only mad because I got the green eyes of the family!" Colette said smugly.

"Emile! Quit arguing with your sister," Quasi commanded.

"Sorry," Emile mumbled, bowing his head in shame.

"Hello everyone!" said a cheerful voice. Looking up, the family saw Esmeralda walking towards them, holding the hand of a six year old boy. He looked just like his father, but his eyes seemed to have a foggy glaze. Being kicked so many times before being born had resulted in his blindness.

"Hi Apollo!" Emile said nonchalantly.

"Hello," Apollo said seriously. Despite his inability to see, he could hear so well that he appeared to be looking directly at Emile. It was almost creepy.

"You did a great job on Colette's dress," Brielle said earnestly to Esmeralda, hugging her.

"Thank you," she beamed.

"Where's Phoebus?" Quasimodo asked.

"He's coming with her in a minute," Esmeralda explained, sitting down beside them. No sooner had she spoke when Phoebus came into view, helping a two year old baby girl walk towards them.

"Hi Fabiana!" Colette cooed. Fabiana giggled happily but soon began to cry.

"I hate when they start teething," Phoebus grumbled, removing a goat carving from his belt and handing it to her. Fabiana squealed and started to suck on it "This carving of Djahli you gave us before she was born really helped us, Quasi.

"No trouble at all," Quasi assured. Djahli came into view, licking Emile on the cheek happily. He was quite good with the children.

"Can we have Clopin tell us a story?" Emile asked as he laughed.

"Yeah!" Apollo cheered.

"Alright," Esmeralda said good-naturedly. Looking over her shoulder, she shouted, "OI! CLOPIN!"

"What?" the disgruntled gypsy asked.

"Could you get your puppets and entertain the kids?"

Rolling his eyes good-naturedly, he approached the group of kids on the ground.

"Hello, kids!" Clopin squeaked, withdrawing a puppet from behind his back that looked identical to him. Everyone giggled except for Apollo. He simply stared off into space and looked dejected. Sensing this, Clopin knelt before him.

"Apollo? Whatever you do, don't smile!" Clopin said, still imitating the puppet. He started to tickle Apollo. Within seconds, the young boy started to laugh hysterically.

"But I didn't obey you Clopin!" Apollo grinned.

"Exactly," said Clopin. Gently, he allowed Apollo to feel the Puppet. Even though he couldn't see, at least he had the other senses.

"This is a story of the man, and the monster--" Clopin began.

"You've told that story about Frollo a hundred times!" Colette whined.

"Yeah! And you do a lot of singing and dancing in it too!" Emile complained.

"How about I tell you another story?" Clopin asked.

Fabiana gurgled spit, clapping happily. Djahli bleated good-naturedly.

"Does it involve Frollo?" Apollo asked.

"Not quite," Clopin said, tapping the young boy's nose mischievously. Without warning, he pulled out a puppet identical to Claude.

"I am Frollo's nephew! And I want to find the Court of Miracles!" Clopin cackled. Colette started crying, hiding herself behind Quasi's hump.

"Colette, what's wrong?" Phoebus asked.

"Claude scares me! He wants to find our home and he looks mean!" Colette whimpered.

"You don't have to worry, Colette. He isn't coming back any time soon," Brielle stated.

"He's not?"

The young girl looked uncertain but hopeful as she raised her tear-stained face.

"No. In fact, he got beat up so bad that he went bye-bye," Quasi said, picking her up and setting her on his lap.

"Really?" Colette exclaimed.

"Yes. His sister took it to him. She was tired of him being mean to her," Esmeralda said.

"I WONDER who Claude is like," Colette said slyly, staring at Emile.

"I'm not that mean!" Emile said defiantly.

"What was the name of Claude's sister?" Apollo asked.

"Her name was Colette. You're named after her," Brielle said, patting her daughter on the head.

"And Fabiana was also named after one of our old friends. She was also Quasi's grandmother," said Phoebus.

"That's amazing! Can I meet her? You know, your friend you named me after?" Colette asked. The group exchanged uneasy looks.

"Sure," said Brielle after some thought.

The group got to their feet and exited the Court. The sun was shinning brightly for a spring day. Birds twittered about and the fresh aroma of baked bread could be smelt for miles.

"Where is she?" Colette asked, looking around the tombstones. She seemed to think they were playing some form of hide-and-go-seek. "Ready or not, here I come!" she called, laughing giddily as Djahli chased her around.

"Perhaps its time we showed her," Quasi said, touching Brielle's arm comfortingly.

"Colette? She's right here," Brielle said, motioning to an intricate marble tombstone.

"You mean I'm named after a rock?" Colette whimpered.

"No," Brielle said, kneeling beside her daughter. "Colette died before you were ever born."

"Oh," Colette said, looking tearfully at the tombstone. Djahli nuzzled her comfortingly, offering the most sympathy he could.

"I can promise this though Colette," Clopin said, placing a hand on her shoulder, "she's watching over us all the time. And she'd be extremely proud of you."

"And as long as you believe that one day you'll meet her, you will. But that won't be for a very long time," Phoebus said.

"That's okay," Colette reasoned, "I don't think I'm ready to meet her yet anyways. But when I do, she's gonna be glad she met me!"

"She sure will, Colette," Brielle smiled. "She sure will."

A/N: Wow, I can't believe this is over. I'd like to dedicate it to all my reviewers. Their constructive criticism and fandom has inspired me to finish this story. Lastly, I dedicate this to Lily Hellsing because I've always neglected to spell her pen name correctly. Please review!