Author's Notes: And so ends my loving Fiction. Alas, poor Reno, I knew him so well. Oh well, time to move on. And don't forget, a review at the end of a fic is just as good. I love you all and I hope you like the ending.

Epilogue: Modern Day

The dusty book closed heavily, possibly for dramatic effect, but probably because the cover slipped from the hands of the man.

"Now there are some myths if I have ever heard them," the man lounging in the chair said to the one holding the book.

"Pretty damn good if it is a myth," the stoic man said. "Coincides with history, and the other stuff we found seems to be genuine."

"Just good forgeries. We see them all the time."

"Tess says myths are always rooted in facts."

"Just someone trying to mess with our heads. What a fairytale it is too! A great healer named Rufus? An engineer named Reeve? A stoic Priest named Rude? A servant named Tseng? Some psycho priest named Hhojyo with a son named Sephyroth?"

"You don't find the Prince ridiculous?"

The man in the chair smirked, "Well…"

"They could be our ancestors or something."

"Yeah, I'm the King of a nation of people with wings!" he laughed.

Stoic-man stood, put on his sunglasses and watched his partner rummaging through piles of junk. Their mission had been to get a hold of an artifact for Hojo, and in the process of 'liberating' the item from its owner, they had stumbled upon a hidden cellar. The other man now came up with a bottle of something or another.

"Check it out! If the records in here are real, this is 5,000 year old wine!"

"It is probably dust by now," the older man logically pointed out.

"From the Wuitasiyan region," the younger man read, deciphering the curling language. Both had discovered early on that they could easily read the odd letters. The red-head opened the bottle and took a swig before the other could stop him.

"This is really good, sweet too."

"Honey win Reno," the man with sunglasses said, "tends to be sweet." He took the bottle and sipped it, allowing the wine to settle in his mouth before swallowing.

"Damn good stuff. Why don't they make it now?" Reno asked.

"Not like they have 100 years to let it age in the basement," Rude mumbled.

"What was that?" the other male questioned.

"Nothing Reno…" the stoic one said.

"Want some more?"

'Cytledorma,' Rude prayed silently, 'Keep his proper memories from him forever. Let him stay naïve to the pains brought against us. Let him remain forever Reno, and never Renonalte…'

"Come on Rude, let's get out of here," Reno said as he slipped back up the stairs, the wine bottle in hand.

"Yes my Prince," Rude mumbled to himself before following the other. Tseng would be outside waiting for them to hand over the artifact… Which was, oddly enough, the knife that his wings had been cut off with, all those centuries ago….