A/N: Well, we are at the end. Yes, there will be a prequel and a sequel. The names will be Ange's fall from Grace and Battle Cry of the Fallen. Thank you for your support. Enjoy and see you soon. Nextauthors Oath.

Epilogue: Raph

The story didn't end there, of course. But we didn't know that at the time. We never thought it would follow us throughout our lives.

Those four days that changed our lives all those years ago still remains as the turning point in my life. I remember after getting home that my brothers, April, Casey and I went and go doughnuts. We sat on the roof and laughed calling each other fat and lazy. I remember Leo looking at me and giving me this smile. It's one I'd give to see every day…

But that smile is long gone. I haven't seen that Leo, or Donnie or Mikey since that time. Casey's memory is wavering. He doesn't remember the battles, but he remembers the deaths we faced. And God knows we faced so many, that it's painful to even remember a second. April retells him the story but he hates hearing it. There is always one thing he remembers. And that is one thing I wish, and he wishes, to forget…

The thing about dreams- and by now I'm an expert- is that the darkness, the evil, never leaves. There will be dozens of nightmares, dozens of times we will wish that world never existed. That there was no such things as dreams…

History always repeats itself…

It will time and time again.

When that time comes, the heroes of that coming age must learn the consequence of these dreams, of their powers. I hope that these stories I am writing of my days as Prince Raphael will help those future heroes.

It's always so simple to forget monsters exist and so simple to forget that they should remain in the shadows.

My family is the only reason I remember. What makes a family? I've asked myself that so many times. I came to the conclusion its more than sharing a roof or a bathroom. It's sharing life. Life. Splinter taught me that while he was alive. That's the only thing I believe is true that came from his mouth. Providing you don't kill each other in the process, of course. Nobody said it was easy, right?

Shh.

Listen.

Can you hear it?

I can.

I always have, always will. It takes a special kind of soul to hear it. If you can, respond. You just might save someone's life.

Neverland is so far away

Somehow Pan ran away

I think I could find him if I really tried

But maybe I'm just not enough…

The call is still singing.

June 3, 2089

Prince Hamato Raphael