The Children of Grace

Epic Pop (Feat. Chelsey Caroline); Amazing Grace

Loki: We're all gonna die; A Song (Haha- I hate that little section but I love this song and I couldn't help it)

Nearly Missed Chance

The shadows moved around, creaking through the darkness as the shapeless form slipped through the gray of each shade. She held a small speck in her paws as she watched the doe screaming. "One more push! You can do it Sissy!"

A scream sounded as the doe fell back to the bed and her mate stepped closer as the doctor looked up and shook his head. He watched as the larger hare unwound a cord from the little buck's neck and was rubbing the lifeless little rabbit in an attempt to get him breathing. The lights flickered before the room fell into darkness.

"This is the last life I can lead you to. It's up to you little one. Make it count as you have all the others that have led here." The shadow swooped in dropping the little speck as the doctor tried to clear his throat out again.

"What is happening?!" the doe screamed as her mate held her paw. They could both hear the hare handling their last born, cursing about power outages and the storm as the lights flew back on. The rabbit beside his mate looked down wide eyed as the hare handling the tiny newborn jumped and nearly dropped the infant as a tiny scream had Sissy sitting up smiling. "Let me see! I want to see!"

"Nine Mom! You've got nine healthy little…ugh…" The doe giggled as he stood, holding their last born and looked at her mate as she bit her lip. "I'm not really sure what to call them because it's a bit…offensive what most people do call them, but they sure are cute."

"How about we just call them ours?" their father asked as the doctor chuckled and nodded while he cleaned up a squealing little hybrid.

"The only two species known on the planet to be able to interbreed and I got to deliver some. That's pretty neat." He chuckled as he bundled the little rabbit/hare hybrid with the others and handed them to their mother as their father looked down at them glowing. "Sad they'll probably get picked on…."

The buck shook his head. "We'll teach them they're better than what the world says they are. Look at that, Sissy. I heard that someone in my family had once been with one of those rabbits from Indonesia but I never believed it. Who would have thought a rabbit and a hare could make something like that?"

The doe who was a bit larger than her rabbit mate looked down at the little bundle in her arms as she pulled the blanket away, looking at all their little heads, and giggled as she pet a set of tiny ears with black stripes. "I don't care what they look like to the rest of the world, they look like perfect to me."

He chuckled as he pressed his head to hers. "Sounds perfect too. We got the names picked out?"

She nodded as she bounced her arm a little. "Britany, Alex, Timothy, April, Brandy, Misty, Jacob, Jared, and this little guy that almost gave me a heart attack…is Jack."

"Well I think that'll about do it then." He chirped as he sat next to her.

The doctor nodded as he stepped closer to the door. "The nurse will be in here to help you get cleaned up and settled in a few minutes. That's one hell of a family line you're making there Mr. Savage. Odd name for a rabbit too."

The rabbit bounced his brow back to the hare doe and shrugged. "Her family name. Most of my family was lost in the Burrows plague."

The hare doctor curled his lip and shook his head. "Hmm, nasty business there. Hard to believe something like that can happen in this day and age. I heard just a few others had lived through it. How are you even here? You the last of the Hopps line?"

"Naw, there were five or six left, I think. Don't really know the details because I wasn't there you know. I left right before the outbreak and most of the rabbits around there were related somehow or another. I think I'm the last out for them but we are eighteen or nineteen generations apart removed by marriage and such. Not blood related. My name wasn't Hopps anyway. So, I just don't tell people about it often."

"Took her name, did you?" the doctor asked the buck as he watched the doe petting the little hybrids.

"That's how it's been since…before anyone could remember for rabbits. No idea how that started though. She's actually supposed to be named after a Famous Hopps bunny. Funny coincidence there I suppose." The hare doe shrugged as she dipped her head into their new litter.

"Well I'll leave you to your new family as I have another one to deliver on the way." The rabbit chuckled as the doctor left them, sitting beside his mate and pressing his head to hares as she bounced their kits again…

Heaven Lee 1987

"Live my little one, I leave you now only because I must." The shadow whispered as she blew a breath that sent the speck in her paw floating to the Arctic vixen as she ground her teeth together.

"Here she is! The last one!" A shrill scream rounded as the arctic vixen blew out a last breath.

The tod beside her grinned ear to ear as they laid three little bundles in his arms. He looked back to the vixen who sighed as she shook her head. "No more. This was it for me, Roger."

The fox laughed as he unfolded the little kits and handed one to her mother. "Dawn, the first you brought to me, Aurora, as beautiful as the rainbow that dances in the sky." The tod stood back as his mate looked them over smiling.

"Little princesses." She looked back to Roger as the little vixen he was still holding rubbed her eyes.

"If this is all we're having, Sandra. The last one will be all I've ever wished for. I'm holding the last piece of heaven. Heaven Lee."

The vixen scoffed as he looked back at the other two in her arms. "The last of heaven for you was hell for me. She's definitely the last."

The tod chuckled as he watched her tiny paw grip around one of his fingers. "Heaven Lee Walker. I bet you'll walk on the clouds just like your old Dad does."

"You aren't walking anywhere, Roger. And our girls will not be doing anything a proper young lady shouldn't be doing. They'll be better than we are and have better."

"I know they will, why do you think I'm having that plane built instead of having to rent the one I use now?"

"That plane will take several more years, at least, before we have enough money to get it finished, Roger. I don't want them thinking they're going to be doing the kind of work you do or what I've had to do in the past."

The arctic tod laughed as he sat looking at the vixens she was holding and turned his attention back to the little white ball of fluff in his arm. "They'll be better Sandra…. I can already see it…."

Sound Barrier 1991

Grace crept along the ground as the night and through an open window, lurking in the shadows as two small sand foxes rushed around their home, cleaning and getting their new infants ready for bed. The small vixen tipped her ears back as her mate shook his head. "Loud, aren't they?" he asked as she reached into a crib giggling as she picked up a tiny kit.

"I think he just needs to be changed, Lee." The tod smirked as she gently laid the youngest of their litter on a changing table. The vixen curled her lip as she searched through the things at the side and sighed as she left the dirty diaper in a pail next to the table. "I have to get some powder because he has a rash. Keep an eye on him until I come back from the bathroom?"

He chuckled as he nodded and she laughed as he held several others in his arms. "I think he'll be fine. I have my paws full." She laughed again as she left the room and the warm night air blew through the window as the shadow slipped between the wall and the changing table. Grace lifted as a pair of tiny brown eyes caught her in his sights. The little fox cooed as she tipped her head. "You can see me without me revealing a shape. Oh, I know who you are, who you have been, now you'll become bigger than you ever dreamed." Her voice stayed as nothing above a whisper as the little kit chewed on his paw watching the shadow dancing on the wall. "I cannot save them all, little one, but you are so much stronger than what everyone will see you as. You shall have the strength to carry the weight of the world. Forgive me little one, the only way to save you and put you where you truly belong is to take something from you as I give you the only gift I can that will save your life. This is almost as far as I can see, as I make you into what you will eventually become." She swooped over the little kit as she held an hourglass in her paw, dropping two grains of sand in his ears before she flew back into the darkness of the night, going back to find the next one she needed to move.

The little fox wailed as the ringing in his ears drowned out all the sound and everything in the world went silent as his mother picked him up bouncing lightly. "It's Ok Bradly. Mommy has you now."

Roughly two hundred years ago;

A bolt of lightning crashed as the badger stumbled along. Her feet ached as she clutched her stomach and panted through the contraction she was bearing down on. She clutched the rail of a fence and shivered as the rain drenched her fur, looking at the headstones that held an ominous warning she couldn't shake as she caught her breath and rushed forward again. The doctors wouldn't come to where she worked. A theatre was no place for any nursemaid or gentleman to be seen, no matter what the reason may be. She made a few more hasty steps and stopped, clenching her teeth as she ground her voice through the next wave of pain that hit her. A pressure was bearing down as she stumbled to a stone that she fell into as her knees gave out. She wasn't going to make it as the urge to push became overbearing. The female was strong for her species, but whined as her knees pulled forward. She had a thought of terror running through her head as the open grave not far from her seemed to cause a whistle that made her spine ache. She bore down hard as she clamped her teeth and screamed as the lightning flashed again. A loud thunder shook the area and she cried out as the sky seemed to fall around her. The eerie feeling of death settled as she ground down and pulled her knees into her chest. Another scream and she sucked in a breath as the pressure subsided and a new life slipped from her, leaving a sense of relief as she reached and pulled the tiny badger to her chest.

"No." She whined as the little male laid still in her arms. She jostled him and nearly screamed as his little fists clenched, sucking in the first breath of air before he wailed. She pulled him close, petting his head and wrapping around him under the cold rain that had started to fall, thanking the Gods he was still among the living. "A tough little animal, just like the rest of your kind." She cooed as she sighed and looked around. It was chilly and she pulled him under her shirt as she looked around, searching for somewhere to get out of the rain. She was going to have to wait to move a great distance. Badgers were known for being tough under any circumstance, but with a newborn and being a working lady, it wasn't wise to be wandering around at night with a new infant. She was grateful for him either way with the health problems she had and would cherish every moment she had with him as she let the rest of it go and stood on shaking legs as she looked around. She spotted a mausoleum with a wooden door and slowly made her way as she cradled her son to her chest, opening the door and finding a corner to curl up in as he rooted around her chest. She giggled as he was grunting and suckling, running a paw over his ears as he fed, fighting the coughing from the disease she had that normally cause a quick death.

She looked around and sighed as they both settled, her eyes growing heavy as she returned her attention to her new son. "Well, this is not an ideal place to start a new life is it sweet boy? The fourth ward, a cemetery and an open grave in the section labeled as D. Where all the victims of plaques are buried. What am I going to call you?" She curled around him tightly keeping him warm as he settled in a contented sigh at her chest. "A grave in section D. Grave… D. What can I make with that?" She smiled as she cradled him again. "Edgar… What do you think?" She looked at him and giggled as he curled into her chest. "But there is a letter missing isn't there. V…what can I make with V that will fit this little one who caused me to fall to my knees….Vallen? It sounds like fallen doesn't it?" she asked and giggled again as he fussed. "Don't like it? Then we will just stay with Allen instead." He cooed as he latched to her again and she smiled as she sighed. "It's settled then, we will not use the letter V …. Edgar Allen Poe. In the morrow we shall make our way to have you looked at and go home. Maybe your father will be home by then."

Her head snapped up as she heard a fluttering and she curled her lip as a raven sat in the open window that allowed air to keep the graves from becoming stagnant. She coughed as she shook her head at the bird. "There will be no meal for you today. Fly away bird of death, you will have no recourse this night."

The raven ticked its head to one side and cawed before its wings fluttered and it flew away as she curled around her son again.

The bird perched on a tree and fell to the ground as it became a shadow, creeping into the mausoleum and watching from a corner….. "I found you, little one. I do not know what is meant to happen, only that we will make a new path. I will return at the end of this life and take you to the only one I will be able to carry you into…."

A lifetime later;

Grace swooped through the night and landed at the door of a lonely soul who had no family to call on. She watched in the depths of the shadows as the last breath fled his body and stole in, grabbing the ember that left him and curled it into her paw as she sped to another life. She looked around cautiously, making sure she wasn't being watched as she slipped through the shadows again. She opened both paws in front of herself and looked at two glowing embers as she shed several tears. "I can guide you each to only one life. Forgive me, little one. You must all find each other again. I will bring you together and hope all I do is enough to save us all."

She split herself in two, traveling between the spaces of time and carried one to the outskirts of a small farm as the other part of herself traveled to that of a Den built into the side of a small hill. She blew each glowing orb into a window and closed her eyes as she turned from one window, flooded with fear as the path she'd always seen so clearly darkened to the point she had a hard time seeing anything. She fought through it and pulled herself back together, speeding into the darkness of the night.

"There is one more I must reach before I go into the light and I must leave Nicholas." She slipped into the darkness of herself and came out of the shadows in another year, just as she'd traveled through them all before..

Notes; Jack Savage is half rabbit and half hare, a hybrid of the only two species on the planet that reproduce and can also have children. This is a fact with the domesticated species. Any other species that can interbreed, produce offspring who can't have children. Correct me if I'm wrong, but that's how it is in my little world of Zootopia. He's what's known as a jackelope because they shouldn't exist. It's an offensive speciest name given to the hybrids by – well - morons. The hybrids aren't openly accepted by the bunny community or hares. Most hares have a superiority complex. Hares in Zootopia have the attitude they're better than others because they're descended from Gods and often value physical pleasure over everything else because it's how they're raised. Sumatran striped rabbits are native to Indonesia and a few other places but are a threatened species. Hares are quite a bit larger than bunnies. These striped rabbits have unusually short ears, Jack doesn't because he's part rabbit. He'll be raised better.

Heaven Lee Walker was renamed Skye Walker by Nick in Think Like fox. She's a year older than Nick. Walker is her mother's last name as the tods take the vixen's last name. This was carried over from Robin Hoods time and is also why rabbits do the same thing – bunnies and foxes just don't remember that's how it got started. Some things are just lost to time – pfft. Skye's father works on airplanes and is a pilot, so all his kits were named after something that had to do with his job and the sky, which is part of why Nick chose Skye as her den/fox name. Skye's father's 'maiden' name is Winters.

Finnick regained his hearing while he was with Rose in Think Like A Fox through the only thing that can break the sound barrier; Flight. The altitude change made his ears pop during the flight and dislodged the sand Grace left in his ears. (That might be one of the insane reasons people thought it would restore hearing back in the day.) It also saved his life because he wasn't home when his family passed away because of an electrical fire.

"D. Grave… D. What can I make with that?" She smiled as she cradled him a gain. "Edgar…" Edgar is an anagram for D. Grave. Allen is for fallen as that is what happened when she birthed him, also a little ironic because he is the fallen. She did not use the letter V as he fussed when she tried to make it fit into the name, so he became Edgar Allen Poe in the story. This is Loki.