Disclaimer: I do not own the Legend of Zelda. If I did I would stuff Kaepora Gaebora in a treasure chest and leave him for the next idiot to find.

K'ger:This is it everyone, the LAST chapter. Now, I know I said there would be two epilogues, but the first one was too short to be a chapter all its own, so I smooshed them together. Not much else to say here, except watch your sugar levels, it gets pretty fluffy. (As far as I know, I'm still new at writing fluff.) And this chapter isn't very plot...ish...if that's what you're looking for, I'm sorry. This is just a way to tie things up and say goodbye for now...

Also, be sure to read the final authors note at the bottom, that one is REALLY important!

Epilogue: Dark & Nola

Lake Hylia

Six Months Later…

The sun was just starting to rise, gentle rays glimmering off of the smooth, crystal clear water of Lake Hylia, setting it agleam and making the scenic place all the more beautiful. Dark yawned softly and lifted his head from the bedroll he had been sleeping on. Nola was still fast asleep, back pressed tightly against his side, completely at peace. He shifted slightly, his arms still wrapped tightly around her waist.

Shortly after Link had defeated Ganon, they had traveled to Lake Hylia, which was where the portal between the Light and Dark worlds resided. But after reaching the beautiful location, Nola had become infatuated with the area, and had begged him to stay there for a few weeks. And, as per usual, a few weeks had turned into a few months. He couldn't complain, it was a quiet little place, and game was plentiful, which made meals easy to come by.

Carefully, making sure not to wake her, he pulled away and got out of bed. Although it happened all the time, he still couldn't stop his stomach from nearly flipping over when his hands brushed against her distended stomach. From what they could guess, she was due any day now.

He swung out of bed, wincing as his bare feet hit to cold wood floor beneath him. He padded quietly over to the window, and looked out on the landscape beyond. A thick layer of snow covered the ground, and from the bows of the trees, icicles hung, sparkling in the new morning light. Only a day after he and Nola had reached the lake, they had come across a small, abandoned house on the opposite lakeshore. There had even been an old bed, and some cooking utensils left over.

It was ramshackle, but still had a good roof, four solid walls, and a strong door that could be barred at night. Sometimes, he felt a pang of guilt that he couldn't provide more for Nola, she deserved the best, but she never once complained. And on the rare occasion that he came home empty-handed from a hunt, she would merely kiss him on the cheek, and then reveal that she had found some wild veggies or other and had already prepared a meal for the both of them.

It amazed Dark at how serene Nola could be. They were living in a single room, previously abandoned house and survived on what they could find and hunt, and yet she never seemed to fret about anything. He was a different story, sometimes he'd lay awake for hours after they had gone to bed, worrying about everything. Was it going to snow tonight? Could the roof handle more snow? If it snowed, would he be able to find enough firewood to keep Nola warm?

He could go on for hours, but then, as if she could read his mind, Nola would turn over and hug him, wrapping her arms around his chest and pressing her forehead against his neck. Somehow, she knew exactly how to calm him.

He turned when Nola made a soft noise, and saw that she was awake. He moved over to her, and watched with a careful eye as she stood up.

"What are you doing up already, Dark?" She asked, walking over to the fireplace and throwing a few logs onto the embers that were left over from the night before. He moved over to the door, and grabbed a thick cotton shirt from where they neatly piled their clothing. He pulled it over his bare chest, and then followed it with his tunic. After that, he swung his leather cloak over his shoulders. Lastly, he pulled on his black leather boots.

Nola walked over to him as he grabbed his bow and a quiver of arrows.

"Be careful." She whispered, kissing him on the lips. He kissed her back, pressing a hand to her belly before pulling away, slinging the bow and quiver over his shoulder and opening the door. A bitter, mid-February wind hit him immediately.

"I will. Don't go outside, it's too cold." He responded, stepping into the snow and giving her one last nod before closing the door behind him. Lake Hylia was always a beautiful place, but with the fresh snow coating the ground, undisturbed, and the water sparkling in the morning sunlight, it was spectacular. He walked around to the back of the house, where a small, three-sided shed was attached.

A huge black horse was stabled there, and it bobbed its head excitedly when he approached.

"Morning Ebony. Ready to go?" He mused to the horse, opening the gate and waiting patiently as the horse trotted out into the snow. After the horse was out, he carefully grabbed a handful of its black mane and swung onto Ebony's broad back.

He rode Ebony at a quick clip toward the forest to the east, knowing that the best game could be found there just after sunrise. They passed through the narrow valley that connected the great bowl that was Lake Hylia with Hyrule Field, and he stopped the black mare short.

A few hundred feet away, lean and healthy, was a great stag. It had lost its antlers in the fall, but Dark could tell that it was a buck by the thickness of its neck, and the way it carried its strides. Fair game. He never hunted the female deer, does, unless they were old and there was no risk of orphaning a fawn, but this buck, he could already tell, had lived a long and healthy life.

He gently tapped Ebony's sides, urging her to move slowly while he pulled the bow from over his shoulder and settled it in his grip. He reached up and pulled out an arrow, notching it and listening as the bow creaked, the string drawing tight as he touched it to his cheek.

The stag looked up as Ebony slowly drew near, closing the gap between them as Dark pulled the arrow tight. The stag stood deathly still, and Dark cringed as his eyes met that of the deer. He breathed deep, and released the arrow as he exhaled.

The arrow hit its mark, burying clean into the animal's side and killing it in an instant.

Dark kicked Ebony toward the deer's body, and dismounted when they made reached the spot. He knelt in the snow, yanking the arrow from the body and inspecting the carcass. He rubbed a thumb over the stag's eye, drawing the eyelid closed and then dipped his head in a quick prayer. He made a quick motion with his hand, a sacred symbol in the Dark World that would hopefully help the beast pass on in peace.

Using a small knife, it only took an hour to field-dress the carcass, leaving the entrails and organs for the foxes to make a meal of. He then bundled the meat together, and slung it over Ebony's back, leading the mare back toward Lake Hylia.

It took twice as long to get home on foot, but he didn't want to strain his mare, she was indispensable, and he enjoyed the outdoors anyway, so it wasn't a big deal. He led the mare over to the door to the small cottage, and laid the deer carcass on the freshly fallen snow, leading Ebony around back and stabling her again. Returning to the deer carcass, he set to work on cutting it into manageable sections, fingers starting to numb in the cold.

The stag had been a real catch, and would last him and Nola at least a week, and opening the door, he hefted the first half into the house. He placed the meat on the small table and looked for Nola, she was standing in front of the fire, stirring something inside the cast iron pot that hung over the fire.

It smelled delicious, Nola really was an amazing cook, and he was grateful for that every day. He strode back outside and collected the other half, putting it on top of the table to and rushing over to close the door, preventing any more of the warm air out and the cold air in.

Nola turned, and saw the fresh meat that was now on her table.

"Oh, venison! That's great, Dark!" She said contentedly, walking over and planting a kiss on Dark's lips. He kissed her back, closing his crimson eyes and leaning into her. She smiled against his lips, and even after breaking away for air, the smile remained.

Looking at her, Dark figured that even if his life had been rough, with very few friends. Nola was the one and only light of his life, his glimmer of hope, his rock. And it was then, not even in his own world, that he decided, even though the first twenty-four years of it had been hard and painful, life wasn't so bad after all…

Epilogue: Link, Malon & Family

Hyrule Field

Six Months Later…

A cold, mid-February wind whipped across Hyrule Field, chilling the already freezing plain. Epona and Cerus trotted quickly toward Lake Hylia, hooves crunching in the fresh snow and manes blowing back as the wind became stronger.

"So, remind me again, where are we going and why?" Jack asked, pulling his scarf tighter around his chin and hugging his arms around his own shoulders. Link looked over at him, hands still tangled in Epona's mane.

"Business has been booming at the ranch, and Malon wants us to expand our breeding stock. This place has some of the best horses in the region." He answered, kicking Epona into a smooth canter, heading for the narrow valley that led to the lake. The mare stopped suddenly when she caught sight of something ahead.

A few feet in front of them, a few foxes were huddled, hunched over the bloody remains of some unfortunate animal. Epona flicked her ears back at the scent of blood, and Cerus pranced nervously as one of the foxes, a black one, looked up, and bared its small, pointed teeth.

"Scat, you!" Jack yelled, waving a hand at the fox. It yelped as Cerus lunged forward a few feet, and all of the foxes bolted, dashing off toward the forest to the southeast. Link kicked Epona forward, steering her around the bloody mess that the foxes had left and continuing toward Lake Hylia.

But as they entered the narrow valley, Link stopped Jack and Cerus, and instead steered his mare into an even narrower path that had previously gone unnoticed. The path was barely wide enough for the horses to move without rubbing against the jagged cliff walls, and as Epona trotted on, he noticed that Jack had stopped short.

He pulled Epona up, and craned around to stare at Jack curiously. His companion was glaring back at him, the leather of his thick gloves crackling as he tightened his grip on his stallion's reins.

"Where are we going again?" He asked, gulping softly as Cerus shifted underneath him.

"The place is called Windfall. Never heard of it, but Malon can't stop gushing about how good the horses are there." Link answered, watching as Jack's expression changed from one of suspicion to that of fear.

"Windfall? Oh no, I'm not going to Windfall!" He protested, pulling his reins tight and forcing Cerus back.

"Huh? You mean you've been there?"

Jack grimaced, as if the words on his tongue were a bitter taste in his mouth.

"I've been there a few times." He growled, never unclenching his jaw, keeping his teeth tightly gritted.

"Well, I, for one, am not going home without those horses, so you can wait here if you like, maybe you'll freeze." Link retorted, clicking his tongue and urging Epona onward without another word. The mare trotted forward obediently, her ears occasionally flicking back when the familiar crunch of hooves started up behind them, meaning Jack had swallowed his pride and started following again.

They rode in silence for the next fifteen minutes, the only sounds being the crunch of snow, the wind as it howled through the narrow valley, and the soft snuffling sounds that the horses made as they moved, talking to one another in secret.

"So," Jack started, urging Cerus to move a little closer to Epona. "If these horses are so special, how much are you planning on shelling out on these fancy things?"

Link chuckled softly, shaking his head as they drew near to the end of the narrow path.

"Oh Jack, you'll learn soon. It doesn't matter how much the horses cost. If Malon's happy, I'm happy." He laughed.

"What does that mean?" Jack asked, urging Cerus to move up next to the big red mare as the path widened out. They emerged at a seaside cliff. The salted air was harsh against their skin, whipping against their bare noses and lips. About a hundred feet ahead, an island stood, small, quaint houses dotting the countryside and giving the area a gentle, easy feeling. A wooden bridge connected the island to the mainland. It looked like it had just recently been built.

Link kicked Epona toward the bridge, listening as her hooves hit the wooden planks and clattered across.

"You've never heard the old saying, have you? Well, as a very, very wise man once said, 'Happy wife, happy life'. If it costs a few thousand rupees, I'm all for it."

They rode into the town, Jack staying extremely close to Link as they ventured deeper, riding past house after house and sniffing as the tempting scent of fire and cooked food wafted out of each chimney. Link shook himself of the hunger that rumbled deep in his stomach and unfurled the old, papery map that he had clutched firmly in his left hand.

"So, if Malon wants these horses so badly, why isn't she here?" Jack questioned. Link gave a tired grunt as his eyes darted over the map.

"Guess." He said plainly. It took a moment for Jack to realize what his traveling companion meant.

"Oh, the baby. When is she due, anyway?"

Link gave an exasperated groan, and stopped Epona abruptly, turning his head to glare at Jack over his shoulder. Cerus stopped as well, pulling his head back as Epona gave him a dangerous look.

"As far as we know, any day now. Now can you please be quiet? I can't concentrate."

Jack shrugged, and absently looked around at the village. Although it was only a few hours after noon, candles were already lit in the windows and villagers were nowhere to be seen, obviously already taking shelter in their houses and enjoying the warmth of the fires in their fireplaces.

"According to this map, it should be," he mused, staring at the map of Windfall Island, and then looking up to compare. "Right over there."

He folded the map again, and kicked Epona into a trot, eyes fixed on a house near the shore. It was a little larger than the average houses, and a large barn was attached to backend. He stopped Epona beside the front gate, and leapt easily from her back, and after running a hand through her mane once, strode through the gate.

Jack had stopped beside Epona, but lingered, as if warring with himself on whether or not to follow. After a moment, he slid from his stallion's back, and grumbled as he followed Link toward the barn.

Link walked up to the barn door, but before he attempted to open them, stepped over to a window nearby, peering inside. It was a spacious barn, but unlike the one back home, there were no stalls. Instead, the horses were kept in place by being tied to metal rings attached to the wall. An older man, probably around the age of Aldric, was working in the barn, taking a pitchfork to a pile of hay and spreading it for the horses to eat.

Jack watched as Link moved back over to the door, and cringed when he brought his knuckles to the wood, a clear, crisp knocking sound followed. It only took a few seconds of waiting before the door swung open, and the man peered out into the cold. His expression, starting as one of curiosity, melted into one of realization as he looked Link over.

"Ah, are you here for the horses?" He asked, his voice gravelly and hard. Link nodded, and obeyed when the man beckoned him to enter the barn.

"Come in, come in, get yourself out of that cold!" He said hospitably, waving a hand as he turned back into the shelter. He followed, relief hitting him as he entered the warmth of the barn and the comforting scents of fire, hay and horses met his nose.

Getting a closer glimpse of the horses, he found that they really were beautiful creatures. Their manes were long and lush, and their coats were healthy, glimmering in the soft lantern light. He was led over to the far side of the barn, where three especially beautiful mares were tied. All three were bay in color, with brilliant white stockings on their legs and blazes across their muzzles.

"These are the ones you requested in your letter," the man said, untying one of the mares and backing her up so that Link could inspect her more closely. With a now trained eye, Link walked up to the mare, pressing his hands against the horse's withers and running them down her legs, feeling the tight, fine strands of her muscles. After looking over the mare from head-to-hoof, he nodded to the man.

"An excellent mare," Link said to the man, smiling softly as the mare flicked her ears back and forth. "How many months in foal is she?"

The man pulled the mare over to the barn door, and tied her to a different ring.

"Nine months, should foal in April, she's bred to one of our best stallions." He answered, finishing the knot and looking up, toward the door. It was then that his eyes met Jack's, who was still lingering just outside the barn door. His jaw dropped, and Jack took a few steps back.

"J-Jack?" The man asked, staring in wide-eyed disbelief at the young, raven-haired man standing in the snow. Link watched curiously, before turning to the other two mares, starting to inspect them in turn.

"Hi dad." Jack said in an undertone. Link jerked up from looking at one of the mare's hooves. Dad? This man was Jack's dad? He turned, and watched in shock and amusement as the older man dashed toward Jack and tackled him with a smothering hug. Jack squirmed within the confining grip of his father's arms.

He finally managed to squeeze out from underneath and dodged back a few feet, panting from the sudden contact.

"Where were you, son? Your mother and I were worried sick!"

Jack stepped away, and glared at Link when he smirked back at him.

"Oh, you know, here and there…"

"Ok mom, I really gotta go." Jack gasped, struggling to breath as his mother clung tighter to his neck. She hugged him even harder before pulling away, laughing softly as he took in a heavy breath, his windpipe unobstructed again.

Link double checked the knots the kept the three mares tied to his saddle as Jack said goodbye to his family. He wasn't about to let the three mares' loose, not after he had paid two thousand rupees each. He was lucky Princess –or rather Queen- Zelda was paying him a penchant in return for the journey he had gone through six months ago.

"You'll come back to visit, right son?" Jack's mother asked, looking at him with a pleading gaze. Jack sighed, letting his head dip.

"Sure, I'll visit sometime." He said, hurriedly mounting Cerus for an escape. He gave one last wave and then kicked the dun stallion forward, quickly riding out of earshot of his parents.

"So that's why you didn't want to come here." Link laughed mockingly, turning a toothy sarcastic grin on his companion. He urged Epona into a swift canter when Jack made a grab at him, growling. The three mares broke into smooth canters alongside the red mare, heading for the narrow passageway.

Slowing to a walk, Link made sure that the ropes were long enough for the horses to walk single file, and then entered the path, Jack pulling up the rear of the group. Link grumbled as his stomach growled. He couldn't wait to get back home…

Malon looked up from the book she had been reading when, from the fireplace, the teakettle began to whistle, signaling that the water had come to a boil. She sighed, closed her book, and stood from her chair. Now even standing up was a process, with her swollen stomach making her movements clumsy and awkward.

After grabbing a towel from the kitchen, she pulled the still whistling kettle from the fire and brought it over to the counter, where a mug was waiting, finely chopped tealeaves at the bottom. She tipped the spout over the brim of the cup, pouring the steaming liquid over the leaves and filling the mug.

Just before she put the kettle down, she glanced over her shoulder.

"Dad, the water's hot, would you like some tea?" She asked, still holding the kettle. No answer. She looked over her shoulder, and saw that her father was fast asleep in one of the chairs in front of the fire.

"Typical," she sighed, first stirring her tea, and then rubbing a hand over her stomach. "Guess it's just you and me, little one."

She placed the spoon in the holder on the counter, and took the mug in both hands, warming them as she walked back over to her chair. She sat down with a soft groan, and after getting settled, took a deep sip of her tea, savoring the flavor on her tongue before putting the cup on a small end table and picking up her book again. She flipped through until she found the page she had been on.

"According to legend, the kingdom of Ikana was a lush and healthy land, known for its produce and the sorcerers and mages that looked over it. The citizens of Ikana lived in harmony with another tribe that lived to the north, the Marajorra. For hundreds of years, Ikana and The Marajorra lived in peace, but shortly after Igos du Ikana was crowned king of Ikana, The Marajorra suddenly became hostile, attacking those who came near their territory and threatening war.

Then one day, the tribe to the north snapped, and hell was brought down on Ikana in the form of plague, famine and infestation. For months, the kingdom scrambled, trying in vain to discover what was causing their strife, but to no avail. It wasn't until The Marajorra marched out of their sacred temple, The Stone Tower, in droves and descended upon the ancient Castle of Ikana, that they discovered the cause. The tribe's most powerful sorceress and warrior, known only by the name of Majora, led the army, and killed the king by her own hand.

The tribe rejoiced in their victory, but their prowess and joy was short lived, and, for reasons unknown, they too died out. It is said that the spirit of Majora still haunts the valley, wandering the deserted remains of her tribe's temple in search of some unfortunate soul to posses and bring her back to power…"

The door opened, and a gust of cold air swept into the living room. Malon looked up from her book, and a bright, cheerful smile tugged at the corners of her delicate lips as Link entered the house, shuffling the snow from his shoulders and sighing as he removed his cloak. Jack entered shortly after, and closed the door, taking off his cloak as well.

Link quickly removed the rest of his outer wear, and then made his way casually over to her chair, leaning over and pressing a butterfly kiss to her forehead, both hands gently resting against her belly.

"You made it back," she whispered softly, tilting her head back to look at him more clearly. "Were the horses worth it?"

He nodded, and sat down on the arm of her chair.

"Yeah, they're some of the best horses I've seen. They're in the barn now." He whispered in response, leaning over and this time kissing her ear. He laughed when Jack groaned at their show of affection, and looking up, saw that their friend had slumped into an empty chair next to Talon.

"Oh, be quiet, you. Like you and McKenna never kiss in front of us." Link retorted, leaning back against the head of the chair, side brushing against Malon's shoulder. Jack rolled his eyes, having no witty response for his companion. He looked up, and a wide, lopsided grin curled across his lips when a young woman came gracefully down the stairs. Her brown hair swished around her shoulder blades, and her long, red and gold skirt flowed about her ankles as she walked.

Jack rose quickly, and the young woman smiled charmingly back at him as she approached. They closed the gap between each other, and Jack brought his arms around her shoulders, tipping her head back and leaning in for a kiss.

"See? I told you so!" Link laughed, watching as Jack stopped abruptly, and shot a death glare back at him from his interrupted kiss. McKenna looked up Jack quizzically, youth showing in her wide green eyes that matched his in hue.

Jack then pulled McKenna close into his side and headed her for the door.

"Come on, love. I'll show you the new horses." He said, ushering her out the door, and silence fell across the room, the only sound coming from the fire. Link merely sat on the arm of the chair, taking ease in Malon's company.

But his ease was short lived, when Malon suddenly grabbed his arm. Her grip was borderline of painful on his arm, and looking down, he saw a hint of fear in her eyes. He dreaded what she was about to say, and he was correct in his guess.

"L-Link? I think my water just broke…"

Link slumped into a chair by the fire after pacing became too repetitive, too boring, not productive enough. He gripped his knees, closing his eyes when a pained cry met his ears.

"Oh, relax, will you, Blondie? She'll be fine," Jack sighed, leaning back in his chair and thumbing though a book with boredom. "McKenna knows what she's doing, she'll take care of Malon."

Link looked up, and glared at him with tired eyes.

"I should be in there, I should be taking care of her!" He said exasperatedly, standing up again and pacing furiously over to one of the windows. It was close to midnight now, and the full moon was high in the sky, illuminating the snow and setting it aglow with a strange, ethereal light. The time seemed to go by painfully slow, and Link didn't know how much longer he could stand being in the dark about everything.

McKenna had kicked him out of the bedroom, and that had been seven hours ago. He hadn't heard a word about how things were going since.

Jack sighed again, and stood from his chair, moving over to the kitchen and grabbing an apple from a basket. He proceeded to bite into it, leaning back against the counter and chewing down to the hard, inedible core.

"Its not like you could do anything for her, Blondie, this is more of a…woman…thing anyway." He said nonchalantly. Link whirled around, and stared at Jack with wide blue eyes.

"Yeah, I'll remember those words when it's McKenna in Malon's place and you're the one who's worried." He growled, and he smiled sarcastically when a dark crimson blush suddenly bloomed on Jack's cheeks. Jack went silent, and avoided eye contact with Link, glancing nervously around the room. He was about to go sit down again when another cry came from upstairs, but this cry was different in pitch, higher, and sent a shiver down his spine.

"So," Jack started awkwardly, a faint pink blush still stubbornly clinging to his cheeks. "What happened to Malikai?"

Link looked toward him tiredly, annoyed, frustrated, and lacking any sort of patience whatsoever.

"Dad took him in."

He began to pace around again, this time with quicker strides, his heart pounding against his chest. To Link, it seemed like an eternity, but in all truths, it was only about fifteen minutes before the bedroom door creaked open. He jerked his head toward the door, and watched as McKenna exited the room, drying her hands on a towel as she descended the stairs.

"You can go in now, Link." McKenna said softly, a bright smile adorning her lips. Link thanked her quickly and bolted past, thundering up the stairs. He stopped just before the door, and a strange, stomach-churning fear suddenly clenched him. He shook himself of the feeling, and peaked around the doorframe.

Malon was sitting up in the bed, propped up against the pillows with her long red hair pulled into a messy bun behind her head. A few loose strands hung in front of her eyes as she stared down at the thick bundle of blankets in her arms. He approached slowly, and gently sat down on the edge of the bed next to her, only a moment after, Malon leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder.

"It's a girl." She whispered, looking at the bundle. Link looked too, and saw that the baby for the first time. She was tiny, with her eyes scrunched tightly shut and small hands balled into fists. He gently reached toward her and touched a finger to her hand, and his heart nearly skipped a beat when she opened her hand and clasped his finger with pudgy fingers.

"What do you want to name her?" He asked Malon in a barely audible whisper. She shifted against him, snuggling closer and bringing their daughter closer to both their chests. She seemed indecisive for a few minutes, before a confidant look finally took over her features.

"Kara," she whispered. "I want to name her Kara."

Link leaned over and kissed the top of her head, finger still clasped surprisingly firmly in their daughter's hand.

"That's a great name," he whispered in return, looking down and seeing that the baby had opened her eyes, revealing their shimmering blue irises.

"Kara…" He tested the name, it really was a beautiful name, and fitted their daughter perfectly.

After a long silence, Malon spoke again.

"You're happy?" She asked. He looked down at her, a bewildered expression crossing his face.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?"

Malon blushed softly, and looked up into his sapphire eyes, apparently embarrassed by her own reasoning.

"Well, I kind thought you might want a boy."

Link leaned away from her slightly, shocked.

"You know what, I genuinely didn't care. Really. As long as it was healthy, I really didn't care."

Malon laughed against him, relieved, and kissed him quickly on the lips.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? That would have saved me a whole lot of trouble." She asked, looking back toward Kara, who had fallen asleep, still clutching Link's finger tightly. He smiled down at her and their daughter, and then closed his eyes, relief washing over him and pushing away the fear that he had felt.

Things had turned out alright. Malon and Kara were alive and healthy, and he was here for them both now.

"Well, I guess silence is golden sometimes…"

K'ger: Ok, last authors note in this story.

Firstly, I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my good friend Link'sLily. She's an amazing friend and reviewer, and if it weren't for her, I probably wouldn't have made it this far, or have gotten this good at writing. (Cuz lets face it, I sucked at writing when I started.) Btw, did you find the teeny-tiny Easter Egg I did of your story?

Second, I'd like to thank everyone who has taken the time to read, follow, favorite and especially review! Your support means so much, and I'm forever grateful for the time you've all given me!

And finally, I'd like everyone to know that the first chapter of the sequel will be up in a few days time. If you aren't following me as an author, then be sure to keep your eyes peeled for a story called "Stay With Me". If you are following me as an author, just sit tight, and get ready.

Thank you to everyone for this wonderful adventure, its been lovely, and I hope everyone is satisfied with this ending, and that everyone looks out for the sequel! (Which, btw, I already laid the seeds for that in this chapter too!)