Epilogue:

Elena ran through the poppy fields outside her house in joyous abandon. She turned towards the setting sun and stuck out her tongue, just to prove that not even the night could quell her vibrant spirit. She spun among the flowers, petals whirling in her wake, and allowed herself to slow as she twisted towards the horizon.

One day, one day she would go there and then everyone would know her name.

A darkly clad man crested the farthest hill as soon as that thought blossomed in her mind. He was beautiful, pensive, so utterly pure that it made her heart ache for him. His eyes were filled with powerful focus and determination. She could feel even from such a distance that this man was surely her soul mate, surely in need of her to give light to his evening life. She was drawn to him as the moth is to the flame.

He looked towards the village for a moment and then turned back, perhaps considering his arduous and adventurous travels. Elena knew that life was about the journey and she would be more than glad to share his.

Elena's moment was abruptly broken when another person clumped into view. It was an unappealingly solid girl hefting a large pack and a heavy case. Perhaps the lovely man was employing her as a servant, thought Elena…

The ebony-haired youth smiled warmly at the girl and it transformed his face from the ethereal to the sublime. It was just such a smile. The girl smiled back and said something that was lost to the winds. The gorgeous man laughed in response. He reached out a hand to her and she clasped it companionably for a moment. Then they both started ambling together toward town.

Elena tromped back home alone, brushing grass from her skirt and grumbling all the while.

Well, I had a lot of fun writing this story. Thanks again to everyone that reviewed. I know that this has seemed an unsatisfatory conclusion to some but... It wasn't meant to be a real conclusion but an opening to other things. I may write some more of it but as it stands, this is...

The End.