Ho there, dear readers! It is I, Jon Pershing, and I will be narrating this epilogue. That was quite the adventure for such young individuals, wasn't it? It didn't quite end there (though no story ever truly ends, does it?).

Benneth, still carrying Moikra, stumbled into his home (Mr. Grenshaw was out in the fields and Mrs. Grenshaw was making dinner), and worked with Mrs. Grenshaw to set Moikra in bed, replace her bandages, and supply her with food and drink should she wake up. The wound was a bite mark for sure, and it went deep, though nothing that should injure long-term. 

Moikra awoke the next day just in time for breakfast. The Grenshaw children set out, eager to find out more about the creature, which they dubbed an "Eyblur" after its large eye and incredible speed. Their investigation consisted of trying to draw it, trying to find it again, and investigating the path and cave it left behind, but it seemed to have vanished.

Word of their small adventure had spread (though, not fast by any means) to another part of the Fields of Plenty, my house! My wife(caring, lovely, and amazing) was summarizing it for me, and afterward, though I had never met the Grenshaws, I knew I had to write a story about their adventure.

I got together with them for a cup of tea and freshly baked bread(courtesy of my wife), and they told me the same tale I shared with you. However, they found one thing strange about the whole thing even after it all happened. Something seems wrong with Moikra's memory regarding the events of that day. Usually, Moikra's memory is impeccable, but whenever she thinks back to the first Korbulb they ever discovered, she remembers something very different. In this changed memory the Korbulb appears to be cut down the middle with a row of small, sharp, and bloody teeth sticking out of it, and on either side of this "mouth" are rotten indentations that resemble eyes. 

Overall, they admit the experience has made them both more unnerved. But their adventurous spirits are only dimmed, may they flare up again.

-Composed with love and flair, by Jon Pershing