I don't own them, but that's not to say I wouldn't like to if the Shrek team feel like providing me with some of the rights such that I make a profit from the DVD sales. Nah, who am I kidding. 'Taint never gonna happen. All characters and movie events belong to Dreamworks, I am lowly scum, please don't sue me, etc.

(ahem)

This fanfic is set directly after the end of Shrek 2. Spoilers for the end credits if you haven't already watched them all the way through (shame on you!).

The party ended late, with a lone donkey belting out "King of the Road" in recognition of the fact he was going to need a new job to support his mutant offspring. Shrek and Fiona, deciding that it was far too embarrassing to dance to good old country music, had slipped off to their room an hour earlier. Donkey, together with Dragon and their hybrid children, left the castle courtyard and headed for one of the farms to spend their first night together as a family.

Finally the courtyard of the castle of Far Far Away was left silent and empty. A breeze loosened one of the bright ribbons from the stage and it fluttered to the ground next to a forlorn pair of broken glasses and a wand. The movement of the ribbon against the wand caused a few sparks to shoot from the end, but the wind tore the ribbon away quickly and it carried on its journey through the moonlit sky.

A figure moved in the shadows, drawing the eye to the stage. A young man in silver spandex walked out of the wings and down the steps from the stage to the courtyard. He looked around, then spied the glasses and wand. He walked over to them quickly. As he walked into the moonlight the name "Kyle" could be seen emblazoned across his chest in silver satin.

Kyle kneeled next to the items. Carefully, he picked up the glasses and put them safely into his pocket. He picked up the wand and turned it over gently in his hands. Lost in thought, the young man's face slowly turned from thoughtful to distraught. Without a word, he held the wand against his chest and started to cry softly.