Author's note: The epilogue of "Fox, Raccoon, and Weasel"
Epilogue: two years later
Two figures emerged quietly from a light fog; they slowly paced to the gate surrounding a small run down village, one of them placed a small crib in front of the gate, they hesitated to leave, but soon ran from the crib at lightning speed, they would not be seen again for quite some time.
Inside the crib were two infant children, one with light blond hair whose blue eyes attempted to take in every detail around him, the other was asleep, his red hair made it look like his head was set aflame.
Soon after, a bad storm began to rage, the infants screamed as lightning began to light up the sky. No one could hear them over the thunder.
Just then a blot of lightning struck a nearby tree, it groaned and splintered, the infants brawled louder as the tree began to drop on them.
Though when the tree fell no children were underneath it. Close by though, a now five year old boy held the crib, he looked upon the children with his white hair hanging in front of his cold eyes.