Epilogue
Gilbert ran to Oz's side, kneeling down the cradle his small, fallen form in his arms. After all these years, he was exactly how he remembered him. His golden hair was messy, his cloths torn, his chest bloody, but still beautiful. He was still Oz. Gilbert heard breaks voice behind him, but did not make out the words. What if Oz didn't recognize him, after ten years? What if he was unwanted, even hated because of who he had become?
No. There was no way… Gilbert held Oz closer. The boy was still breathing.
From somewhere far up, perched on one of the empty window sills, Gilbert swore he heard the rustle of wings. He did not turn around, to see for sure, but he was certain of it.
Sebastian knelt on the window ledge, peering down at the scene that played out below. A smile spread across his face when he saw his raven, dressed in black, holding what must be his master, dressed in white. He turned on his heel and jumped from the window onto the ground outside the building, not once turning back. It was mid afternoon, and the Young Master would be expecting his annual afternoon tea.
"Now, what shall I prepare for the young master today?"
We were nothing more than two servants that would willingly die for their masters; two monsters that used beauty to hide the beast within. How we came to be will never be known, but one day we shall dine again in the deaths of hell. Until then, we are nothing more two ravens that pass each other in the light of the fading sun.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Alright! Finally, it's finished. It's not perfect, and I can't write for shit,
But it's at least partly done.
I know that there are many grammatical errors and typos throughout the
Fanfic, and I hope to go back and correct those soon.
Thank you for taking the time to read my crappy fanfic. xP
Rating and commenting are always welcome.
I'll be writing more fan fiction, so keep an eye out for more of my work.