''Sit round little ones, and I'll tell you a story. "Quivered a straggled voice." A story of what grandma, of what?" said a button nosed little girl. "A story of adventure, and war-""COOL!!" said a particularly loud little boy. The old storyteller heard young giggles surround her and she couldn't help but giggle herself too. For she was still a child at heart, and her childish heart filled her entire body. "Let me finish, Perdicas. A story of adventure and war, but mostly of the most miraculous friendship I ever knew." The children were a bit quieter than usual. They had heard rumors that today's story from their grandma, was a very special one. "Now, I've told you about the tales of the warrior princess, but I never completed the tales. This is the last story I have to give. My life has been made out of stories, and I've shared every one with you." "Now that my life is almost done, so are my stories. "And so the old storyteller's story began...

I looked at the ground as I waked down the dusty old path that led to my longed for but not forgotten home of Potadaea. It was so strange", I remembered running down the same dusty path picking berries .Lila and I were so excited because we'd be having berry pie later on tonight. And now, it's the same feeling. Excited. ""Xena, do you think they'll even remember me." "Of course they'll remember you. You're their daughter! Besides, who could forget a nag like you." Xena said jokingly. "HEY!" Laughed Gabrielle. The quaint little town of Potadaea stood watching the two shaded figures as they drew near. As the strangers came closer and closer they could make out the familiar form of Gabrielle their spunky ,strawberry blonde haired girl.