A/N: So here we are folks. The end. I do want to note that a lot of the descriptions of hieroglyphs in this chapter are actually based on the ones we saw in the show. I saw a great tumblr post that really zoomed into the details of it. So while the show only focused on that fact that Ladybug was on it, it didn't actually talk about the fact that Chat Noir was on there, Tikki and a marking of Chat Noir and Ladybug together. Thus inspiration!

Epilogue

To say that Ammon was a nervous wreck, was an understatement. He couldn't imagine being anymore nervous than he ready was, but he couldn't even begin to imagine what Mazel was going on in the birthing room.

Being of the male gender, he was booted from the room, leaving his wife to bring their children into the room without him. Though it was some relief that Aleka, Tikki, and Elisheva were all present with the midwives of the court. Even with all the support he wanted to be there for her.

As a distraction, his father had him a few rooms down on a balcony. Shen offered his son some wine to calm his nerves, but it just wasn't working. Not that Ammon was actually drinking it, rather than a few tiny sips to wet his lips. Instead, he was staring off into space over the city, but his senses focused on his hearing the women down the hall.

"Ammon, don't be focusing too much on it. Its her first birth, it could take more than a day, or just a few short hours, if you don't focus on something else, this will day on forever for you," Shen offered as advice.

"I can't stop worrying about her," Ammon explained. "We're barely been apart since we made the baby, aside from the day we defeated Hawkmoth. I told her I'd protect her and the baby. I feel like I need to be there."

"I do understand," Shen said with a sigh. "Its hard being a husband sometimes. You always want to be there for her, but then there comes a time where we must stand back. Stand back, just for a bit longer, and you two will be back together again. Well, three actually."

Shen's last comment made Ammon smile. A single happy thought about being separated from Mazel for the time being was that when he would be allowed to see her again, they would have their child joining them. "Thanks, father."

Shen gave his son a nod, but looked up to the entrance to the balcony and greeted his older brother. Ammon greeted him as well. Tutankhamen joined them, but refused a drink. He was holding Prince Ay closely to his body, but still he spoke to the two men.

"The construction in the hallway in the royal halls has been complete," Tutankhamen explained. "I just came from overseeing it myself. The historians really out did himself."

"The wall you told me of a few months back?" Shen asked. "Already? Did have that many working on it at once?"

"Yes, of course I did," Tutankhamen explained. "I wanted it to be done as soon as possible."

Ammon raised his eyebrow. "Are you talking about the wall that you have been keeping very hush-hush about?"

His uncle chuckled. "Yes, exactly."

"And is it that important?" Ammon asked.

The Pharaoh answered by standing up and headed back to the great hall. "Why don't you follow me and find out?"

Shen was the first to stand, but Ammon followed close behind. His uncle guided them out quickly and spoke to his son who was trying to form his own words at this point. The now over a year old prince giggled and laughed as he heard his father speak to him in his calm voice, and when his cousin looked over at him, Ammon couldn't help but smile at him. This caused him to giggle even now. Tutankhamen patted his son on the back.

The palace was grand and huge, but it didn't have as many great hallways as one would think. So when they reached the royal hallways where the royals slept, Ammon wandered up to one of the walls covered in heirogliphs. He began to read over the walls, but he only saw the same familiar stories. He turned around to look at the two older men, now standing in front of one in front of Prince Ay's room. Ammon approached it and began to look it over.

His eyes went wide. It quickly made him realize that it was a new historical record, of the events of the last two years. His hand reached out and traced over a marking of a woman. There was no doubt by her design that she was Ladybug. More markings and he saw Chat Noir, posing with his staff. More tracing and he could see Tikki placed not that far away from Ladybug. Another shown both Chat Noir and Ladybug together. He was barely reading it because he was getting distracted by the fact that they had their own symbols.

When he was less distracted, he stepped back and began to read it from the top to the bottom. He was in awe. While it was limited and didn't mention Hawkmoth, or the false gods. It did talk about the events of the battle with the possessed Pharaoh, how Ladybug defeated him and prevented him from trying to raise is wife. He turned to his uncle. "It doesn't mention anything about the Akuma. And it sounds like...you did that on purpose."

"Well, I told them to do that, because it doesn't matter that I was overtaken by Hawkmoth. I did what I did. I will be forever making up for what I tried to do, but history shouldn't be rewritten or forgotten," Tutankhamen explained.

"But there is so much more to it than that," Ammon stated.

Shen chuckled. "Ammon, please, this won't be the only account of this. Our people will be sharing your legend for generations to come, and more historians will be writing papyrus scrolls no doubt. This is just the first."

Ammon opened his mouth to protect further, but no sound came out. The sound of a cry echoed down the hallway. At first Ammon couldn't register what could have made made the cry. It took all but a moment for him to realize that it wasn't the cry of his wife. And it took another second to realize it was the cry of a baby. He stood doubt founded, still trying to take in the sound and his brain couldn't seem to connect what he was hearing. Then it clicked.

Without a glance at his father and uncle, his mind focused on where the sound was coming from and his legs began to carry him there as fast as possible. He knew he wasn't far, so when he reached the doorway he grabbed it to help him stop. He caught himself and stared into the room. In there was the many midwives, Elisheva and Akela, but he focused on the woman sitting on the makeshift bed looking sweaty and exhausted.

Though when she noticed him, she lit up. "Ammon!"

He rushed through the room, and stopped at her bedside. His eyes fell on the dark pink babe, still covered in bodily fluids pressed up against Mazel's breasts. The child looked perfect. Ammon felt his eyes begin to sting with emotion as he glanced at the baby and than his wife. "You did it. Their perfect."

Mazel was becoming just as emotional but laughed laughed despite how exhausted she was. "She is perfect."

"A girl?!" Ammon cried. "Its really a little girl?"

Mazel nodded, and using one hand pushed herself up in bed, offering him a better look. The child had calmed down that she was in her mother's arms, and was calmly breathing against Mazel. Ammon reached over and put his hand against his daughter's back. He thought he had average sized hands, but they looked monstrous when placed next to her.

"She's so small," he gasped.

"She is fairly average," Akela offered. "She had a quick and easy birth, desperately wanted to come into the world it seemed."

"There was nothing easy about that birth," Mazel stated as she looked at Akela straight on.

Akela smiled at Mazel. "You did wonderfully."

Elisheva looked freaked out, but was still staring at her niece with curiosity. "I can't believe that came out of you Mazel. I knew women had babies, I just didn't know what to expect."

Ammon was already smitten with his daughter, and when he looked at Mazel who was staring down at her with the same expression he knew that she was just enamoured with her.

His drew his hand up and cupped Mazel's cheek. "I'm so proud of you."

She was beaming with joy. "It was worth all the kicking. She's more than I could have ever hoped for."

He shifted and sat on the edge of the bed and placed an arm around her and half cuddled with his wife as they together watched the slow breathing of their child.

A/N: There we go. All done! Two years of my life! Longest story I have ever written, fiction or fanfiction. If I could do it over again I would in the heartbeat. I do want to write more historical ladybug stories, because, well I fricken love history. I know a lot more about it than the average person and probably should have become a historian. I have a million ideas for stories in different areas. The one I am most excited about is actually about the french revolution (where in my story is how it ended up in Paris before Marinette got it from Master Fu) It would have Ladybug, Chat Noir, Volpina, and Master Fu in it. It would be pretty graphic, because well, if you know anything about the french revolution, you'll understand why.

But that being said I am probably taking a break from fanfiction until at least this new season is over. I am working on my first children's book and it has 100% of my attention now that this story is done. I want to take in more of the information that will be revealed to us this season. I've only seen a few episodes so far, but I am loving it.

Before I go though, I have a question for you all. What was your favourite Akuma? Or favourite chapter? I have to say mine was Sister Vs Sister. Despite the story heavily building up to Ladybug vs The Pharaoh, Elisheva becoming an Akuma was planned from day one!

Thank you one final time for even just taking your time to read this story. I may come out with a very heavy edit sometime in the future, but I am not sure. For now, I rest. Good night all!