Epilogue:

A small cottage stood on the top of a small green hill, honey-golden sunlight pouring down from the afternoon sky. Spring was blooming, flowers sprouting out of the waving tendrils of grass that swayed in the gentle breeze.

It was a small cottage, the color of dusty brown, walls smooth and with dark ivy slowly crawling up the sides. Outside, a man stood, white shirt stained with sweat as he chopped wood, axe held in his large hands as a small girl, messy blonde hair dancing about her shoulders, chased after a boy, brown hair tousled as he darted off, laughing with glee.

In the doorway a woman stood with long brown hair, waves curling around her face as she took in the sight. It was a humble living. And it was the only one she wanted.

A/N: I might post an alternate ending to this piece, but first I want your opinion: Would you still want to see a possible tease for a sequel that I may or may not write? I have yet to decide. Would you still like to see it?

I cannot thank you enough for this journey. You have my unending love and appreciation.