Epilogue

"Backlash! What're you doing here?" Backlash looked up to Windbreeze's cheery voice, and looked away.

"Just watching the sunset."

"Why?" Preppy as usual, Windbreeze grinned and Backlash, seeing it out of the corner of her eye, couldn't help but feel a little better. "I didn't know you had a Ragnarok for an Uncle and a Torquoi for an Aunt! So cool!" He grinned out at the sunset, seating himself beside her.

"Cool, would be when I punch your ass and throw you into the sea, idiot." She said weakly, rolling her eyes and watching the sun fall deeper and deeper into a set.

"Haha!" Windbreeze laughed and Backlash stared out at the sun, squinting her eyes to see the rays of yellow and orange that decorated the clouds around the sun. "You know…" Backlash turned to look at Windbreeze who smiled at her. "…you've been a moody mess since we've finished off Yuki the spoilt brat who's actually so old he doesn't have a body anymore and what's left of him is dust!"

"I'VE NOT BEEN A MOODY MESS!" She yelled.

"Oh really?" Windbreeze grinned cockily, so cheekily that Backlash wanted to slug him. "What did Uncle Emraan say when you woke up?"

"He didn't say anything." Backlash was confused.

"Oh, yes he did." Windbreeze smiled firmly. "And I'm sure you remember. About me."

"Oh yeah," She snapped her paw, in remembrance. " 'That nephew of mine has been a moody mess since we got here. Get your feminine caring side and help the dimwit think straight, now! Oh, me? Where am I going? Why, I'm off to have a talk with your uncle. It's been bloody ages since Emrys and I had a chat, and I'm sure he'd like to know what you've been up to.' " She shrugged non-caringly. "So?"

"Moody mess." He grinned and laughed, and Backlash decided she liked his laugh, even though right now she wanted to send him into orbit. "…we're all moody messes, all of us. And I'm glad I got to meet your Uncle Emrys and Aunt Rhia! Reminds me of Aunt Moon, your Aunt Rhia, does."

"Really?" Backlash asked.

"Yup." He nodded.

Silence was pregnant between them, before Backlash finally spoke. "Uhm…what're you doing here?"

"Me?" He grinned, and grabbed her paw. "I'm gonna show you the wind!" And before she could do anything about it, they raced down the hill, the wind whipping past their faces, Windbreeze laughing like a maniac and Backlash cursing his blood loudly in a shriek.

Needless to say, Backlash was prepared to beat a grinning and laughing Windbreeze senseless once they reached the bottom, catching their breath, when Rhia, Emraan and Emrys came, Rhia's grin causing the hairs on the back of Backlash's neck to stand on end.

"I showed Emraan your drawings, I hope you don't mind, Backlash."

"…of course not." Backlash said, in a way that showed she did mind after all.

"Whoa! Backlash draws? Cool! Lemmee see, lemmee see!" Windbreeze jumped up and down like an excited child and Rhia laughed, handing him the sketchbook. Backlash looked at her aunt, both horrified and shocked, but immediately faltered in her glare when Windbreeze hugged her. "YOU DRAW SOOOOOO COOL! DRAW ME NEXT! DRAW ME NEXT!"

"WAUGH!" Backlash flailed her arms about. "GET OFF ME, BISEXUAL!"

The next morning, Windbreeze and Emraan announced, well, Emraan announced, and Windbreeze just happily stuffed his face with food, that they were going to go back to their village and help rebuild. The Torquoi and Ragnarok war had ended and now both sides at peace.

Emraan grinned as he and Emrys laughed and shook hands, a final goodbye of two warriors, and Rhia took Backlash gently aside. "Are you ready to say goodbye to Windbreeze, Backlash?" She asked, smiling.

"Un-huh." Backlash nodded, though in disbelief. "I never actually thought he'd actually GO, though. That guy's actually so clingy, you get used to it, after a while."

"Selena did get used to Lash's jealousy," Rhia recounted fondly, stroking her nieces fur. "You ready to say goodbye to him on your own?"

"H-huh? What do you—" Before Backlash could grasp exactly what her aunt meant, Rhia pushed her towards a grinning Windbreeze.

"See you later, oh wild one." He whispered into her ear, giving her a quick squeeze and easily dodging, laughing as she, red-faced, tried to kill his guts. "Oh come on!" He teased. "You know you liked that!"

"GO TO HELL!"

"Ah, ah, but being with you is more fun!"

"Why don't you just DIE without me having to rip out all my fur?"

"Because it's fun this way!"

"…auh…"

"…eh?"

"YOU ARE. SO. DEAD."

"Hey! Can we make a deal! D-don't beat me up! WAUGH! UNCLE! SAVE ME!"

"Nope. I'm planning on living a long life." Emraan laughed.

"You tease the boy too much." Emrys grinned.

"And you wouldn't if you had a nephew?" Emraan grinned back.

Rhia just smiled at all the events taking place. Memorable, and, she thought serenely, 'I'm glad.'

Author's Note: There you go, one ending epilogue. It's stupid, corny, and it's not that big. I held this back because I didn't want to end it for some reason, but then got off my lazy ass and typed it. I suck, I know.

For those of you who still wish to see Backlash, Windbreeze and anyone else, I'm sorry, but there won't be a sequel. But if your request specifically WHICH character you want used, I MIGHT be able to put it in Silver's Tale (hint) (hint) (wink) (nudge). It won't ruin the plot…because…well, yeah.

Thanks for being around me so long, people. I'm sorry I suck, and well, yeah.

May the Torquoi and Ragnarok spirit be with you. Blessed be the one who relishes both spirits.

--The final word of the war shared by the two head chieftains of both tribes