What A Thief Can't Steal

Epilouge

Huh? Still, reading? As you know...

An end comes with a new beginning!

Rose's POV:

And so, we trudged home that day, feelings of joy still fresh on our hearts. Never did we realize that such a trip would take us on a wild ride through the stages of life.

As we arrived home, Blade smiled. Almost immediately, he excitedly rummaged through his pile of belongings. I simply stood back, wondering what he was up to.

"Rose, my dear," Blade knelt on one knee before me.

"Oh, Blade, skip the formalities," I dismissed, smiling, "What is-"

"Err, Rose, I'm very sorry about the fact that I won't be able to host a party or get you a ring or anything," he scratched his head.

"Oh, think nothing of it," I smiled, "Besides, I guess that's Ruse's way of saying hi to us..."

"You don't get it, Rose..." Blade nervously gave a chuckle, "I know I may not have enough cash for your ring, so will you take this instead?"

He tried to fit a rather colorful and elegant cupholder to my wrist.

"I spent a lot on trying to collect these, so it's only natural that I would want you to have the most precious one I own," he told me, still kneeling before me.

I fell silent, I knew this cupholder was nowhere near as precious as a wedding ring, but I began to feel it was way more precious than one now.

"Thank you, Blade... Thank you very much!" I smiled, tears streaming down my face.

That was the most sweetest present anyone had ever gotten me. So this ends pretty much most of my tale."

"So that's why you keep that cupholder so dearly? Ma?" a rather energetic Kirlia tugged at my arm just as I had finished telling her my tale.

"Yes, your father gave it as a present to me, why would I not hold it so dearly?" I replied to her.

Twenty years had passed, Blade and I had grown to be honorary members of Blaze's exploration team. In the past years, Blade had managed to earn back his Master rank, also giving us enough cash to construct a rather lofty home just outside Treasure Town. Although we live far apart from our friends, we still managed to hear from each other and have frequent visits.

Blade and I soon enough began to settle down in the outskirts of town. We lived there in peace, raising two children. Our first child was Ivy, she has grown into a rather stunning, if not rash and energetic Kirlia. Our second one was still in his younger stages, a Ralts, whom we named Rally... Even in his childhood, his timidity had often reminded me of Blade, who, despite our time together, is still as timid as ever.

"In other words, Ivy," I warmly explained, "Do not be too rash to judge the world... I've lived through it, and so shall you..."

"What about dad? Doesn't he have a say in this?" she spun around me, busily grabbing her things.

"Oh, you know him... Of course, he'd tell you the same thing," I smiled, before taking away a pouch from her, "And I believe that belongs to your dad, Ivy..."