Hello, here is the epilogue I hope you guys enjoy it! Again, if it's not up to standard let me know...if you don't like something I can fix it!!! Enjoy!

Kayti

He gazed around at the beauty of the countryside as he stretched his arms before trying to rise. The hills were fading from green to yellow, the trees were turning, and the smell of fall lingered in the air, taunting them of the cool, crispness to come. He watched as the wind rippled through the trees and sent the leaving floating to the ground like little dancing girls in vibrant gowns. The true blue in the next field waved back and forth in the wind like a river on land. Perk smiled, it was peaceful, and he was happy. His mistakes still haunted him, and every once in a while, he would try to apologize once again for the things he had done. But Picket would always hold up his hand and say, “What’s done is done, let us move on.”

Perk was moving on, at least trying to move on. Pick had given him a job here on the farm, so he worked with Picket and Lallo and sometimes other soldiers left disabled from the war. Perk looked around for his crutches then saw them extended toward him by Picket. He smiled as he accepted them and hobbled to his feet.

“Thanks, old friend, hate to be a burden. Between Lallo and me, you seem to be more of a crutch hander than a cabbage farmer.” Perk grinned, and Picket chuckled and slapped him on the back.

“Well, that just happens to be part of my job description, and should I need to get a job anywhere else, I can tell them I am excellent at passing crutches.” Pick expertly wrapped his hand around two bags of cabbages and slung them over his shoulder. Perk had learned that though Picket only had one hand, he made good use of it.

Perk hobbled after Picket, thinking of the happiness he now had. He had married a doe named Opal whom he had met through Emma. Opal was a nurse who had assisted Emma in her experimental treatments on him. They had tried to use true blue in various forms to help him regain strength in his back and legs, but none of the methods had worked, and finally, they gave up. Well, he made them stop because he was sure Emma would keep at it for years. But he had met Opal, so to him the time wasted on the treatments had been perfect. Now he and Opal were expecting their first kid, and he was so excited.

“So,” Picket said as they walked across the field, “Have you decided what you will name the baby if it’s a boy. I know if it’s a girl, you guys have considered Ember or Hope. But what if it’s a boy, will you continue the tradition and…”

“No,” Perk interrupted, then he added calmer, “No, he won’t be named anything to do with Perk, Perkin, or Perkinson…there is too much weight with that name, a lot to live up to.”

“So, what will you name him, that is if it is a he,” Picket said, as if in deep thought.

“I thought about Picket, but that’s a big one to live up to, then I considered Helmer, but you already have a Helmer, and two Helmer’s might be a little much for this world.”

“Might be,” Picket said, chuckling.

“So, I decided after a while that I don’t want to name him after anyone. I grew up with so much pressure over a name, a name that had been passed to me. I don’t want my son to feel that pressure. I want him to be free to be whoever he wants to be, you know?”

Picket was silent for a minute, then he said, “I think I can see where you’re coming from, but as far as naming my kids goes, well I think you can see where Weezie and I stand. We’ve named our kids after good, honest rabbits we love or have loved, no pressure intended.”

“Well, if that works for you, Pick, but I don’t want my son or daughter to make the same mistakes I did, all because I give them a fancy name to live up to,” Perk looked at the cottage ahead of them glowing with light and laughter. He then said, “I was thinking, if it was a boy, we might name him Jeremy. It’s a good, plain, solid name with no connections, as of yet, to anyone with a big legacy.”

Picket smiled as he said, “Sounds good, Perk.”

Perk nodded and hobbled on beside his old friend. A friend he had once betrayed. He thought vaguely on that day so long ago when he had fallen. He thought of the anguish on Picket’s face and the horror in his own heart at what he had done. He remembered it all and regretted it as well. He had been a dead buck walking, but now he was brought back to life in a way he had never dreamed was possible.

The End

Okay, so here is the end! Sorry if it makes you sad for it to end. But if you are sad, I recommend you start reading the Unlikely Friends fanfic, it is so good! And then, Rissy is writing a fanfic that will start as soon as Leo fanfic ends called, The Lost Longtreader...so please read both those! And Carry the Flame and Leo Fanfic are great fanfics too!!!

Hope you guys have a great day!

And if anyone wants to know, the song that inspired most of this fanfic and the name is called Dead Man Walking and is by Jeremy Camp....