Thank you SO MUCH for everything, to every single one of you. You have made me feel loved, and inspired me to keep writing. THANK YOU for staying with Thea, and for hopefully continuing to stay with her. I love you ALL and am so happy that we have created our own little family.

As a treat, I MIGHT post the prologue of Kidnapped today, and maybe even a first chapter!! I'm getting started a little earlier than I had anticipated, but I don't know if I can post until I make a rough outline for the book, because Kidnapped is HEAVILY based on timing and spacing. Get ready for an emotional ride.

But this epilogue does things to my heart. So have fun with it.

~Epilogue~

Ivy creeps up the stone around the small and beautiful stone chapel in the middle of New York City. Iron gates rise around it, and tendrils of overgrown grass spiral around. Although it is only early October, it is already chilly, and the mist of the night swirls around the ground, creating a soft blanket that may even turn to frost on the grass. As the mist rolls around the gravestones, it is as if Mother Nature is kissing the rock, blessing it. It is silent in the churchyard, as if the city sleeps around it, with the exception of the whistling wind.

Another sound pierces the silence as a large white owl alights upon the branch of a weeping willow tree, a tree with its boughs hanging over several of the stones as if in an embrace. The owl fluffs its feathers and then turns its amber eyes towards the gate of the graveyard and lets out a low, mournful hoot.

Most people would not venture into the graveyard now; the mist and the moon and the slight breeze give it a slightly spooky air. But one figure makes its way across the crunchy grass, a low cape hiding his face. Although it is pitch black, the hooded figure seems to have no trouble maneuvering around the gravestones, easily and precisely.

The figure stops at two of the gravestones, side by side. From his hood, he takes out a small orb, an orb of bright light. The light illuminates the bottom of his face, an angular face with full lips and a straight nose with a ring through it. He bends his head and holds out his hand so that he can see the inscriptions on the stone.

LOVING AND BELOVED MOTHER, DAUGHTER, AND WIFE

ANGELA JOY FOSSIL

JANUARY 25 1970 - DECEMBER 14 2013

LOVING AND BELOVED FATHER, SON, AND HUSBAND

ERIK JAMES FOSSIL

MARCH 30 1969- DECEMBER 14 2013

The figure is silent as he looks at the stones. Then, he says in a light accented voice, "It is because of me, and from the supernatural terrors of these worlds that you are in the companionship of one of your daughters. I vow that I will keep it from happening to the other."

He straightens and then looks around, the hood still over his face. He walks around the weeping willow tree, to a more recent grave, a grave with slightly old flowers nearby.

The figure stares at the grave and then sinks to the ground, falling on his knees. As he does so, the wind brushes past his face, lifting up the hood so that it falls back against his shoulders. The breeze throws his golden curls around his sharp cheekbones, and the lit orb reflects his liquid amber eyes that read the inscription on the grave.

LEAH SYBIL FOSSIL

JANUARY 2 2006- MAY 25TH 2014

He takes something else out from his hood- a bright pink circlet of flowers that seem to move mysteriously on their own, beautiful and wild. He places them on the ground next to the grave.

The figure bows his head, and for a couple moments, the churchyard is as silent as before. But then, the silence is broken by the broken gasps coming from the figure. He straightens up, and the lit orb catches a silver tear trickling down his cheek, his face twisted as he attempts to control his emotions.

"I am so sorry," he whispers.

And then Videl sinks down to the ground again and sobs.

*sadness*

I am looking forward to exploring Videl's character much much more in Kidnapped.

Again, thank you so much for everything! Please VOTE and COMMENT and stay tuned for Kidnapped! <3 you all.