Epilogue: The Gravity of Love.

It was a school night and well past midnight, so the only sound that echoed through the hallways was the sound of Dame Skyla's footsteps. Even Whirl and Twirl weren't with her. She wondered how much the dogs understood of what had happened the past few days, but it came as no surprise to her to notice that they seemed unnaturally glad to be home. They all were, the five Sky Dancers most of all. She had given them some free time, suspending their classes for the next few days. All of them wanted to go home.
She frowned darkly, realizing for the first time that if something happened to her while they were in the wingdom there would be no way for them to return here. It was a matter to consider, she didn't want to put her students in that position, nor their families for that matter.
Ex-Councilman Weirmon had done a marvelous job at hiding their disappearance. He had assumed that something had gone wrong in the wingdom and she could see that even he had been rattled. She had to discuss this with the Tinker but Skyla decided that it was high time they tried to find a way to communicate between the Realms.

She took a deep breath, pushing the thoughts of the wingdom, of flight and of Queen Skyla away. She was merely a teacher here and…

She stopped in front of the one door and stood there undecided. Then, carefully she turned the knob, happy to find it open.

Joanie's room was surprisingly neat. She hadn't thought her the type when she considered her background but Skyla had found that Joanie was quite meticulous about her possessions. Everything was always packed away at the end of the day and although they never spoke of it, she knew that the girl kept a small bag underneath her bed that was always packed with extra clothes and necessities. When she had discovered it for the first time Skyla had been shocked and almost offended.
Joanie had been embarrassed and very apologetic but had told her quietly that old habits died hard and that the packed bag was more a source of comfort than actual necessity. Skyla hoped that maybe now Joanie would finally find enough reason and security to unpack it.

There was still a light on in the room and a radio played softly in the background. Glancing at her watch Skyla frowned and carefully stepped into the room.
"Joanie-Ellen?" she queried softly.
There was an unintelligent mutter from the bed. Joanie, who had been sleeping on her stomach, turned around and pulled herself into a fetal position. Despite the chill in the air she had kicked off her blankets or, judging by the book underneath her head, she had forgotten to pull them over her.

Smiling Dame Skyla shook her head and made her way to the bed. Careful not to wake the sleeping child she pulled the book out and gently put the covers over her petite dancer's body. She leaned forward and, pushing a strand of hair out of her face kissed the young girl on the forehead before she turned to the radio. Before she could turn it off the words from the song caught her attention.

Turn around and smell what you don't see
Close your eyes ... it is so clear
Here's the mirror, under is a screen

On both ways you can get in
Don't think twice before you listen to your heart
Follow the trace for a new start
What you need and everything you'll feel
Is just a question of the deal
In the eye of storm you'll see a lonely dove
The experience of survival is the key
To the gravity of love

Try to think about it ...
That's the chance to live your life and discover
What it is, what's the gravity of love

Look around just people, can you hear their voice
Find the one who'll guide you to the limits of your choice
But if you're in the eye of storm
Just think of the lonely dove
The experience of survival is the key
To the gravity of love.

She finished listening to the song before turning off the radio. Standing in the middle of the room, Skyla looked around her then back to the sleeping form, frowning undecided. Finally, coming to some internal decision she went to the door and closed it. She returned to the bed, taking off her shoes and glove and carefully slipped in underneath the covers, turning off the light as she did so. As if sensing her presence Joanie shifted closer to her until she had her back pressed tightly against her adopted mother's chest. Sighing content she fell back into a deep sleep.
Placing her arms around the girl, Dame Skyla soon followed suite.

FIN – The Dance of Lords and Ladies

AN: There we go. Done. As usual, I decided to take things completely overboard and instead of just modifying the original story of this I gave it a complete make over. The basic track remained the same but I practically rewrote it where I had thought I would just modify it word for word. I just don't know the meaning of the words: Take it easy…

The song is Enigma's Gravity of Love, still one of my ultimate favorites. You can find it on youtube. It's from the Album Love Serenity Devotion. (LSD).
This is not my last Sky Dancers fic obviously, though I'm hesitant to say when I'll post another. As hard as it is, I've decided to finish my other stories first. In particular, for those of you who's reading it, Children of Darkness needs to draw to a close, I don't want to drag it into another year. But, on the other hand, lol, I already have a trailer for my next Sky Dancers story so knowing me you'll receive the first chapter within the next month. For now, I'll say just keep an eye out. I'm also hoping that maybe with the episodes that I've posted on youtube there will be more authors returning to this fandom so don't forget about it – keep an eye out. I will post another episode hopefully before the end of September if I can find a better internet connection. As it is, I unfortunately can't spend a lot of time online.

So, to all of you, thank you for reading this, and thank you for sticking with it. You don't want to know how many pages the Sky Dancers stories are already in total on my pc. I look at it and see the evidence that I have no life.
But, it is an honor and a pleasure. It always will be.
Thank you for your time and support, you will see/read me again shortly.


On a last note – this had been the first story that I had finished on fanfiction dot net. Although it has now changed from the original one, completed almost four years ago now, the dedication has not. I will keep it, word for word as I had written it down that very first time. Because, it will always remain true and always in my heart.

In dedication:

This story is dedicated to a woman named Arlene who had found my lost soul and put me on the path of life without fear, shame or self imposed solitude. Who encouraged me to be who I was, to take chances, share dreams and ultimately pursue them - no matter what others thought or did.
To the woman who saw beyond the silent child, beyond the mood swings and insecurities - I hope that you are proud, and can smile down on the person whom I have become.