Author's note: Hi everyone! As I have already told you, the previous chapter was supposed to be the last one. I told you I would end with an epilogue. But, since some of you told me that they expected the story to be longer – and because I'm way too nice (it is going to backfire on me someday) but that is another story – here's what I have for you. The epilogue, instead of being one very long "chapter", will be divided into several parts –hopefully I will be able to make you laugh from time to time! – that will be written as one-shots dealing with Kida's pregnancy. This will enable the story to last a little while longer. So I hope you will be satisfied by this decision, which I hope to be the right one! Enjoy your reading!!

I- Magoreshehb

Magoreshehb, Royal Advisor, woke up late that morning. But he knew the King and Queen wouldn't mind, as he had worked really hard to take care of Atlantis during their absence. They had come back the previous evening with all their friends, including Mr. Whitmore, and had looked suspiciously happy. When Magoreshehb had greeted them, neither of them had told him why. Kida had just smiled mischievously, thanked him for having efficiently replaced her while she wasn't there and, therefore, offered him to rest as long as he wanted to during the next couple of days.

The old counsellor stood up, rubbed his still-tired eyes and clumsily made his way to the four steps that led down to his private indoor pool. Having a bath before breakfast was a habit he had had for as long as he could remember, and it had always helped him to clear his sleep-fogged mind and to relax the aching muscles that annoyed him.

Once he thought he had soaked long enough in the refreshing water, he climbed up the four steps and put a loincloth on. He then walked at a quick pace towards the beautifully carved linen-chest which contained the elaborate clothes which were meant to make his rank clear for every Atlanteans. Magoreshehb bent over, wondering what the Queen could possibly hide from him, and easily opened the chest. He felt his eyes widened in shock, as his mind screamed in injustice and frustration, clearly not appreciating the whole I-know-this-is-more-than-a-simple-déjà-vu sensation.

Somehow he heard himself yelling, as if his voice had decided to act without his brain's permission.

"KIDAGAKASH!!!!"

Milo sat, motionless, on a thick cushion, concentrating on his gritted teeth while the sharp needle he was trying to ignore in vain entered the sensitive skin of his earlobe. Though Shehan, Master Designer of Atlantis, was undoubtedly the best when it came to tattoos, Milo couldn't help but shudder a little whenever he had to deal with him. Had it been only him, he would have remained with only one tattoo on his left shoulder. It was Kida who had insisted. Since he purely refused to wear the traditional Atlantean crown – he knew it would end up just like his grandfather's helmet did, that is to say in front of his eyes –, she had convinced him to be marked with an earlobe tattoo, which was a royal distinction in Atlantis.

As Shehan left the throne room after having removed the itching pain with his crystal, Milo glanced at his wife who was sitting beside him and reached out to take her hand. Her eyes left the Shepherd's Journal and she smiled up at him.

"Are you sure he's going to be angry?" he asked her softly.

"Oh, definitely. But only for a short time. You'll see. I bet he's already on his way here."

"When do you think he'll be there?"

Kida seemed to consider this for a moment.

"In about…ten seconds."

Milo looked surprised, then shook his head and gave a little laugh that helped to forget the itching on his earlobe. He looked to his wife again while she lifted three fingers in the air.

"Three, two, one…," she counted, her playful smile growing wider on her beautiful face.

"KIDA-TOAP!!!," Magoreshehb's voice roared as he entered the throne-room.

"See? I told you!" Kida pointed out to Milo.

The both of them erupted into laughter while the Royal Advisor hastily made his way towards them. He really did seem cross as he clutched onto his loincloth. Milo had never seen Magoreshehb this way beforehand, and he silently prayed he wouldn't get to see it again before a long, long time. But Kida did not seem to care as she pleasantly leaned against her husband to make herself comfortable. Magoreshehb was usually extremely respectful towards his King and Queen, so much so that Milo found it oddly strange to hear him address Kida by her first name. It then seemed obvious that Magoreshehb wasn't talking to his Queen anymore, but to the little princess he had had to take care of many centuries ago.

"YOU DID IT AGAIN, KIDA!! I KNOW IT'S YOU!!"

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, Magoreshehb," she replied solemnly and innocently, though Milo could hear that she was trying very, very hard not to burst into laughter again.

"DON'T YOU TRY TO FOOL ME, YOUNG WOMAN!! I KNOW YOU BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE DOES!!"

"Hey, what about me?" Milo interjected.

Magoreshehb looked at the scholar for a second, and then nodded.

"Except you, my King." He turned to the Queen of Atlantis again. "KIDA, BY THE FIRST KING, GIVE ME MY CLOTHES BACK!!! AND I'M NOT GOING TO APOLOGISE THIS TIME!!!"

She laughed again and pointed to a pile of clothes that had been put on the throne, just behind them.

"There they are, my dear, dear Magoreshehb. And don't worry, I'm not asking you to apologise. I have grown up, you know."

The Royal Advisor mumbled something that neither Milo nor Kida clearly heard but which they however perfectly understood. Magoreshehb climbed the three steps that led to the throne, picked up his clothes after having put a long, sophistically decorated toga on, turned round angrily and went past the King and Queen without pronouncing a single word but still grumbling. But when he was on the edge of leaving the throne room, he heard Kida call his name. He sighed, whirled round and looked at his rulers. Milo had changed his position so there was enough room for Kida to sit between his legs. His arms embraced the Queen and his hands were joined on her belly, while she rested her back against his chest, smiling contentedly. Magoreshehb felt his anger melt. How could he resist such a sight?

"Magoreshehb," Kida spoke again, and her voice was very warm, "Do you want to know why I actually hid your clothes today?"

"For there is a reason?"

"Yes, there is, and it is a very special one."

"I'm listening."

Kida smiled, and the old Royal Advisor could have sworn that he saw an expression of amused compassion cross her features.

"I wanted to make sure you were still able to face such situations."

"I'm sorry?"

"I wanted you to endure, um, how would you say, Milo?"

"A training," the King suggested, grinning.

"Yes," Kida approved. "A training. I wanted you to endure a little training."

Magoreshehb looked at her, confusion painting itself on his face. He shook his head slowly.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, my Queen."

"You're going to have to face those problems all over again, Magoreshehb. There is a little prince who, I am sure, once he will be old enough, will spend his days playing tricks on you, like his mother once did. Although I have the feeling he's going much, much worse than I ever was."

Magoreshehb dropped the pile of clothes he was carrying and stared at Kida and Milo, who had begun to laugh again, obviously satisfied by the look he could only imagine he had on his face. He saw memories running before his eyes; memories of a little princess named Kida he had never ceased to cherish. Memories of a young royal girl, who had become an amazing huntress and warrior. Memories of a young woman who had been chosen by the Mother Crystal as her own mother had been before her.

And now the circle was complete once again. The old Royal Advisor made his way to his almost-daughter, and when he crouched down to her level, she left Milo's arms for a moment to give him a tender hug.

"Thank you, Magoreshehb. I would never have become what I have become without you. Please accept my apologies for that last trick I played on you. Now, it is your privilege to tell Atlantis that there will soon be an heir to the throne."

"It is an honour, Queen Kida."

The Royal Advisor released Kida and looked to Milo, who was simply grinning from ear-to-ear.

"I believe congratulations are in order," he whispered, still a little taken aback by the news. "Have you thought of a name yet?"

"Yes," Milo replied, and glanced to Kida who nodded in approbation. "His name will be Galin."