2.60 Epilogue

Six years later….

“Mama!” Emanuele came running up the hill with a small purple flame in his hands. “Look what Pop-pop taught me!”

“Very pretty,” I grinned, tucking Sage’s hands under my arm so she wouldn’t reach out to touch her brother’s flame.

“Me! Me!” Emilio came running with a sphere of water in his violet-glowing hands. “Pop-pop said mine was better!”

“Did not!”

Emanuele threw his little ball of fire at his brother, and Emilio deflected it with his water. The water burst from the impact, soaking Emilio’s shirt. He let out the cutest little growl before pouncing on Emanuele.

“No fight!” my two-year-old daughter yelled, then turned her face up to me. “Mama, no fight!”

“I know, baby,” I smiled, smoothing back one of her thick curls. “You two heard her. Stop fighting.”

“He started it!” both boys yelled at the same time.

“What’s going on here? Two seconds ago, you were both all smiles.”

My dad came up the hill from the pond with a big basket of different herbs and magical instrument