Epilogue
On a distant planet, a woman's cry was silenced by the whimper of a new life. A baby boy, brought into the world with an old spirit, well known throughout the universe. Not for its kindness, justice, charity, or fairness. Rather, for its brutality, confidence, and intelligence. A spirit known and feared, recycled from a long time ago. A spirit once called Riddick.
[ A/N: Okay, okay, kinda cheesy epilogue, but hey… what if? And anyway, I really felt bad for killing Riddick. Really, I did, but it just had to end that way. This way, he gets to live on, though he may look a little different. But if we know Riddick as well as we think we do… ]