Disclaimer: I own only the characters of my imagination: Trinity, Dezaria, Destiny, Faith, and Scarlette. The rest, I'm sure you'll recognize as the property of the Tolkien Estate.


Dezaria had been taken by healers, so they could cure the wound in her shoulder, which left only Aragorn and Trinity. Aragorn led her away after the battle, to the place where the green plague, the death flavor stood. Legolas turned around slowly at the sound of their footsteps, and his smile widened at the sight of his love. Without thought, he ran to her, burying his fingers in her hair and kissing her with vigor unmatched by any other being. The others watched in surprise, expect Gimli, who grinned knowingly. ("I knew it all along," he would claim later with a haughty air). They broke apart, and he pressed his forehead to hers.

"Bastard," she gasped after she caught her breath, "you left without telling me."


Her fingers twisted in the straps of his quiver, and her body trembled from exhaustion. Cerulean eyes held hers, and he knew exactly what she thought and would not say aloud.

"I was worried."

He kissed her again, easing his mouth over hers gently, and smiled as he felt her arms wrap around his neck. Somewhere in the distance, Aragorn clapped slowly, mockingly. They both turned their heads to the crowd, embarrassed at their lack of control.

"It is safer to wait," the future king grinned at them, "I believe I speak for everyone when I say that we'd rather not see you frisk here and now."

Legolas only smiled and Trinity did what they all thought to be completely impossible.

She blushed.

"Wanker," she answered, but obliged, pulling Legolas to the spot where they stood.

The King of the Dead stared at Aragorn evenly, "Release us."

"Bad idea," Gimli grunted, "Very handy in a tight spot, these lads, despite the face they're dead."

"You gave us your word."

Aragorn straightened, "I hold your oath fulfilled. Go. Bet at peace."

And the entire army turned into mere dust in the wind.


Trinity spent the night at Dezaria's bedside, and Legolas, refusing to leave her presence, stayed with her. Together, they watched the girl's sleeping face, the bandage on her shoulder. Legolas' hand tightened around hers for a moment. She looked at him with saddened eyes.

"What draws you to this child?" he asked her softly.

She stared at the girl's sleeping face, "She is my daughter."

"Your daughter?"

His tone rendered shock and she nodded slowly.

"How is this possible? What about Destiny's sister?"

Trinity sighed deeply.

"I wanted to keep her. I did," she whispered, "But I could not. Every moment she spent with me forced her into more and more danger. Margaret had two boys, and she and her husband always wanted another child."

Her voice caught, and she swallowed her tears as she forced herself to go on. No more secrets. No more.

That's a good girl.

"I thought it was for the best. I wanted to protect her…but I…I couldn't stay away. I could not let her be."

She bit her lip, shook her head against the onslaught of pain.

"I loved her too much. So Margaret told me I could be her nanny…told me I could stay with them until I felt I could finally leave."

"After all," she said in a mocking and bitter tone, "what harm could I do?"

Legolas rose her hand to his lips, brushing them against the cold skin there.

"You and her husband," he whispered knowingly.

She closed her eyes tightly, "Destiny must have told you."

He did not reply, confirming the accusation.

"Who is her father?"

Trinity looked at the girl.

"Thaniel," she said brokenly.

"He returned?"

She fell silent, hiding within herself again.

Just tell him, Trinitas, he wants to know.

He cannot.

No, he could not. Because if he knew, then Thaniel would discover a reason to kill him as well. If she stayed silent, if she told no one else but Destiny, then perhaps he would only come for her. Perhaps the rest of her friends could live.

She rose to take her leave, slipping away from him slowly, hating the weakening feeling growing in her heart.

"Do not tell her. She does not know."


The next morning, they all stood in Gondor, plotting their next move. The remaining Fellowship stayed together, Gimli, Trinity, Aragorn, Legolas, Gandalf, and Éomer joined them, still mourning the death of his uncle, the great King Théoden. The loss of many great soldiers rang through their ears.

"Frodo has passed beyond my sight," Gandalf told them, "The darkness is deepening."

Aragorn stood with his back to him, arms folded across his chest.

"If Sauron had the Ring, we would know it," he stated firmly.

The wizard shook his head, "It's only a matter of time."

Legolas rested his head atop Trinity's, his arms around her waist. Since the night before, they seemed inseparable, now that he knew her secret, her desire; she could deny him no more.

"He has suffered a defeat, yes," Gandalf continued, "but behind the walls of Mordor, our enemy is regrouping."

Gimli exhaled smoke from the pipe, "Let 'em stay there. Let 'em rot! Why should we care?"

"Because ten thousand Orcs now stand between Frodo and Mount Doom. I've sent him to his death," the wizard's eyes were sorrowful.

"No," Aragorn interjected, "There is still hope for Frodo. He needs time and safe passage across the plains of Gorgoroth. He can give him that."

"How?" Gimli rumbled.

"Draw out Sauron's armies. Empty his lands. Then we gather our full strength and march on the Black Gate."

The Dwarf choked on his own tobacco and proceeded to throw a coughing fit while Éomer spoke.

"We cannot achieve victory through strength of arms."

"Not for ourselves," Aragorn agreed, "But we can give Frodo his chance if we keep Sauron's Eye fixed upon us. Keep him blind to all else that moved."

Legolas smiled slightly, "A diversion."

"Certainty of death," Gimli announced, "small chance of success, what're we waitin' for?"

Trinity chuckled.

"Sauron will suspect a trap," Gandalf pointed out, "He will not take the bait."

Aragorn smirked, "Oh, I think he will."


"This is the end," Trinity said lowly, staring at the remaining Fellowship with a strange expression.

They smiled uneasily, not quite sure how to respond, or what to do in that moment. All were frightened, all were ready to defeat the foe, and claim peace over the land. Even she, who did not even reside there still, cared about the fate of Middle-Earth. In the ceremonial gesture, Gimli pulled out the pipe, and Aragorn revealed his, Gandalf joined in with a sad smile.

The Dwarf smiled at her, "One last little puff?"

She felt Legolas' hands on her hips as she took the wooden instrument into her hands. For a long while, she simply studied it, learning its every mark until she was sure that she might be able to recall it from memory.

"It is hard to believe," she told them, turning the pipe in her hands, "that this is it. This is what decides the fate of Middle-Earth, and here I am, not even really a part of it, and fighting."

Legolas kissed her shoulder before stepping away and settling himself next to Gimli and Aragorn, next to his friends.

Gandalf inhaled deeply before answering. "My child, you are as much a part of it as any of us. Your kin are as well."

"I'll leave you all in the end," she murmured, lighting the pipe.

They already knew this, and a steady silence took place as smoke clouded the air of the throne room. Together, they awaited the storm.


They met the enemy that same day, with Aragorn leading them, just as it was always meant to be. Only a few horses were spared from the battle. Legolas and Gimli rode on one, Pippin and Gandalf on another, and Éomer and Merry, only Aragorn and Trinity rode alone. The rest marched, carrying banners and weapons, into their moment of truth. Into the hour of honor at the final war of their fate. They stood outside the gates of Mordor.

"Where are they?" Pippin breathed.

They rode up to the gates, the black metal creation, and stopped, challenging the creatures inside.

"Let the Lord of the Black Land come forth!" Aragorn shouted, "Let justice be done upon him!"

Silence, until at last the doors creaked to life and slowly, slowly, they opened. A grotesque creature met them, a shadow of a man, with a mouth larger than anything Trinity had ever seen. From rows of yellow teeth, blood dripped onto chapped lips.

"My master, Sauron the Great, bids thee welcome," said the deep voice before flashing them a macabre grin.

Aragorn's eyebrows rose and Legolas glared.

The creature looked around, "Is there any in this rout with authority to treat with me?"

"We do not come to treat with Sauron, faithless and accursed," Gandalf spat, "Tell your master this: The armies of Mordor must disband. He is to depart these lands, never to return."

The loathsome thing took on a reminiscent air.

"Old Greybeard," it laughed disgustingly, "and Wamyric's daughter."

Trinity's slightly amused expression turned hateful.

"My, how you've grown. Pretty, pretty, little thing. I would like a round with you."

She hissed at it between clenched teeth, but it ignored her, moving on to the wizard once again.

"I have a token I was bidden to show thee."

He held up the mithril armor Frodo wore under his shirt for all to see, and tossed it away haphazardly. Merry and Pippin gasped as Gandalf caught the silver shirt with one hand.

"Frodo," Pippin said sadly.

Gandalf's jaw set, "Silence."

"No!" cried Merry, tears standing in his eyes.

"Silence!" Gandalf snapped at him

The creature's head turned to the Hobbit quickly, then back to them: "The Halfling was dear to thee, I see. Know that he suffered greatly as the hands of his host."

The smile came again, that foul grin.

"Who would've thought one so small could endure so much pain?"

Gandalf passed the armor to Pippin, who pressed it to his chest, above his heart.

"And he did, Gandalf. He did."

Aragorn rode forward, lining his horse up with the thing's.

"And who is this?" it bubbled, blood growing thicker in its mouth, "Isildur's heir? It takes more to make a king than a broken Elvish blade."

With a great cry, Aragorn removed its head from the body.

"Guess that concludes negotiations," Gimli said from his place behind Legolas.

"I do not believe it," Aragorn proclaimed suddenly, turning back to them, "I will not."

His eyes spoke volumes.

The gates opened again, and this time, the Orcs began to march toward them.

"Pull back!" Aragorn ordered, "Pull back!"

They rode back to the awaiting army, which was slowly but surely, inching back.

"Hold your ground," Aragorn commanded them, "Hold your ground."

They looked fearful, terrified of what was to come.

"Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day might come when the courage of Men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship. But it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the age of Men comes crashing down. But it is not this day. This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West!"

They drew their weapons on Aragorn's authority.

And were surrounded completely by Orcs.

"Never thought I'd die fighting side by side with an Elf," said Gimli.

Legolas smiled, "What about side by side with a friend?"

"Aye," said the Dwarf, "I could do that."

Trinity looked over to the Elf, at the way he so steadily watched the army around them.

"I love you."

He grinned, taking her hand and drawing her near him for a moment, "And I you, sweetling."

"Stay safe," she said to him, pulling back, "I'll never forgive you if you die here."

"I don't plan to, meleth nin."

Aragorn stepped forward, and then turned around.

"For Frodo," he whispered and ran toward the enemy.

The Hobbits followed next, then Legolas, Gimli, Gandalf Trinity, and with the rest of army on their heels, they ran screaming into battle. Almighty, she never fought so hard in her life, never fought so hard with so little energy; with so much will to succeed. The others fought valiantly, bravely, with such nobility and poise.

Pippin's cry rose above the death: "The eagles! The eagles are coming!"

Trinity looked up and saw them swipe at the rival with large talons, clawing and killing. She smiled faintly and jammed another Orc through the eye, her hands soaked in black liquid, their blood. Suddenly, she felt an overbearing sense of defeat, a pain in her heart and throat, as though the earth around them would give in. And then, the cave troll came.

It assaulted Aragorn first, swinging the large sword wildly at his form. The future king blocked it skillfully with his own blade. The troll hit him finally, sending him a few feet away before he crashed face first to the ground. Legolas called out his name and tried to push past the enemy, but they overpowered him. Trinity stared in horror as it loomed over her friend, over the greatest man she had ever known and put its large foot on his chest, pinning him to the ground. Aragorn stabbed its found, and Trinity smiled, turning to hack the head off one Orc.

It caught her wrist in mid-swing, and sunk its blade into her stomach, until it impaled her completely.

She sank to her knees, hands resting on the hilt, and stared up at the Orc as it raised another weapon above its head. Just as it swung, she pulled the sword from her abdomen, beheading it with a loud cry. A white hand offered itself to her, and she allowed Legolas to pull her up.

A great scream echoed, and they both watched the Eye panic, roaming side to side, as the tower crashed to the ground. The earth around them caved in, taking the Orcs into the abyss.

"Frodo!" Merry screamed in triumph, "Frodo!"

Trinity felt the wound repair itself as she threw her arms around Legolas, choking out victorious laughter. If she had done nothing else in her life, she had done this, she showed nobility in the darkest of hours. They had won. They had –

Mount doom exploded into fiery lava, and they froze with looks of complete terror.

Frodo was still inside.

"Frodo!" she screamed, and felt the foreign tears stream down her face, "No!"

Legolas held her tightly, burying his face in her hair. He too cried for the loss of a great friend. The most noble of them all, Frodo Baggins.


Dezaria stiffened as the woman came towards her. Running, dramatic, Scarlette threw her arms around the girl. With amused looks, Faith and Destiny followed.

"Niña estúpida," she sobbed into the child's hair, "You could've died."

She stiffened as the Latina's hands skimmed the wound on her shoulder; Destiny noticed and whispered something to Faith, who, in response, grabbed Scarlette by the back of her dress, forcing her away from the poor teenager.

After catching her breath, Dezaria looked at them, "Where's Trinity?"

They did not respond.

"Where's Trinity?" she asked a little louder.

Fear filled her heart at the looks they gave each other.

"Where the fuck is Trinity?"

"Dezaria!" Destiny gasped, both in astonishment and scolding.

Her niece dissolved into tears, and choked a bit on the thick phlegm rising in her throat. Three pairs of arms wrapped around her, comforting and voices cooed in her ears. It was too much, so much, for her to handle without Trinity as an emotional crutch.

Destiny kissed her cheek, "She went with the others, off to battle."

Something to this effect had happened before. Trinity went missing for a long time, but she came back. She always came home.

"She's coming back though, right?" Dezaria scarcely recognized her own voice, it was so hoarse and weary, "She's coming back? I'll see her later."

Silence held as Destiny's violet eyes traveled to Scarlette for help, but the woman only shrugged. The many piercings in her ears glittered gold in the sun as she turned her head away, holding back tears. She hadn't yet told Destiny of her disownment, but Faith knew and kneeled before her old classmate's daughter, put her hands on the girl's shoulders.

"Dezzy…you'll see her again. But I don't think she's coming home with us."

Dezaria stared at her in blank disbelief, "You're lying. You're ly – "

"It's better this way, sweetie, better for all of us," that Southern tone had never been more damaging.

She covered her ears.


Trinity and Legolas stood outside the door of Frodo's room, holding each other for strength. It had been at least three days since the final war and he still had not woken. He was alive, Gandalf had told them, alive and resting, for the journey had been harsh on him. And now, laughter erupted from behind the door. Delighted, joyous laughter, and they wandered in, one at a time. First Merry, then Pippin, Gimli, Legolas, Trinity, Aragorn, and finally Sam, and they all shared a few more precious hours together, teasing and laughing before going their separate ways.

The Fellowship had never really broken to begin with.

It had only just begun, and each story tied into the other.

And every tie led to that little Hobbit and the burden he had selflessly carried.


Legolas smiled at the sun, enjoying its warmth against his skin. After so much darkness, so much despair, he had never thought it possible to see the light again, but here it was, displayed before him. His only regret was that Trinity was not there by his side. She had drifted back to her friends, trying to rekindle their broken relationship, returning her daughter to Destiny's care. After everything, her words still rang in his ears; the confession of her love sank into his bones like marrow.

And he watched the crowning of Aragorn. Of Elessar. Of Estel. Of Strider. Of his friend.

"Now come the days of the king," Gandalf declared to the crowd, "May they be blessed."

Aragorn stood and turned, facing his people, and they cheered for him.

"This day does not belong to one man," he told them, "but to all. Let us together rebuild this world that we may share in the days of peace."

His voice rose in song, a sweet symphony of peace as he descended down the aisle left for him. Legolas meet him, a trail of Elves at his feet. Brotherly, his hand clasped the King's shoulder, and he clasped his. With a smile, Legolas moved his eyes to the side, indicating that Aragorn should look there. He expected the surprised and grateful look that Aragorn gave him when Arwen stared back. What he hadn't expected, however, was for the man to do the same. Inquisitively, he peered across the crowd, into the distance. And there, standing behind the white stone of a pillar, was his Trinity, twisting a cloak in her hands, biting her bottom lip.

With one last smile in the Aragorn's direction, he pushed through the people to her, eyes locked on her familiar form until finally he reached her. Gently, he took the cloak from her hands and dropped it on the ground before his lips found hers again, claiming her for his own, pressing her against the strength of the stone.

"I cannot go back with them," she said, breaking the kiss, "I love them, but I cannot go back."

He sent her a very solemn look, touching her cheek with light fingertips, "Well, then, meleth, I fear you must stay here with me."

Her gaze moved back to the crowd for a moment.

"Torture," she murmured, before looking back at him with a little smirk.

He took rapture in the feel of her mouth against his, her body against his.


"Her power alone can bring you home."

Gandalf's words echoed in her ears, and Trinity watched as her friends prepared to leave. Dressed in their natural attire, they looked so out of place, so lost here, like it was their day once again. From Destiny's pink sundress to Scarlette's low-rise jeans, they appeared ready to leave. Dezaria tugged at her t-shirt hem, unsure that Gandalf's wisdom would work. Unsure that she could take them back home with her own special ability gained from her strangely divine heritage. This wasn't to say she knew anything of her father, no, Trinity safely kept all information of her Angelic lover tucked safely inside herself. For now, she reasoned, it was safer for her not to know anything. Not until later…

"I'm sorry," Scarlette had told her, "God, I'm sorry. Please come back with us. I didn't mean it…I didn't mean it…"

But she did mean it. Trinity was painfully aware of this fact, they all new it to be true. Had she never imposed herself on their lives (save for Dezaria, who simply would not have existed), they would never have been placed in danger. This was safest, she told herself, perhaps now Thaniel would not injure them on his way to her. Perhaps now, he would not be able to find her at all. Here in this new place, this old home that slowly rekindled the nostalgic feelings buried inside.

"I can't do it," Dezaria whispered, wrapping her arms around her nanny's waist.

Trinity knelt down before her, "Yes, you can, I know you can."

The girl's lower lip quivered.

"I can't leave without you," she mumbled, "I can't do it."

Those full lips frowned as Trinity dug for something in the leather pouch strapped to her belt. She produced two pieces of paper, folded neatly, and placed them in Dezaria's palm.

"Read your mother's first," Trinity instructed, "Then mine."

Dezaria gave her one last hug, which Trinity gratefully returned, burying her face in her daughter's curls, to hide her rapidly dissolving composure. Somehow, through all this torment, she managed to hold back her tears, even as Scarlette squeezed her desperately, childishly refusing to let go until at last Destiny and Faith were forced to detach her from her friend themselves. The sight was not pretty, as Scarlette screamed some rather unpleasant curses at them in Spanish.

Trinity was glad none of the Fellowship was there; she would not enjoy having to translate such language to them, since they had all taken a keen interest in the strange tongue. Pippin and Merry mostly, who now ran around screaming, "si" and "hola" to anyone who would listen.

Destiny brushed the skirt of her dress with one hand; she always did that when she was nervous. "You're sure this is what you want? You're sure you don't want to come back?"

"No," she replied softly, shaking her head, "No."

"You're really happy here?" her violet eyes were puzzled.

Trinity smiled, "Yes, Destiny, I am really happy here. And for a while, so were you."

A soft pink colored Destiny's cheeks at the passing reference of her relationship with Éomer.

"Good-bye, Trinity."

For once, it was Trinity who initiated the embrace and as she watched them stand side by side, she reminded herself that this was best.

And she prayed desperately to the Almighty that Dezaria would forgive her.

Her friends disappeared, gone to their own world, their own lives. There was no big production of the act, no bright light or "beam me up Scotties." Just a mere gush of wind, in her eyes, and a blink before her kin vanished into the air.

Shamelessly, she hung her head, letting her tears spill over.

Once again, she thanked the Almighty that the Fellowship had not come.

They might have seen her weakness.


Dezaria stared out the window of her aunt Destiny's '98 Buick. The city of New York sped by the windows, blurred by the heavy rainfall that had apparently begun that morning. Her power, as she chose to call it now, had dropped them in the middle of Central Park, which was close enough to Scarlette's apartment. In her hands, she held two notes. One faded yellow, with her mother's tidy scroll, and the other newly white, with Trinity's familiar penmanship. When at last she could take the suspense no longer, she opened her mother's note first, as Trinity had instructed her to do. Bits of Destiny and Faith's conversation drifted to her as she read.


For the past nine years, I have raised you. I've lead you down the path of faith, of intelligence. I've offered you all the love I have, treated you with respect and compassion, and knew that one day you would grow to be the most amazing young woman. But know I know better than to think that. Every night, I prayed to the Lord our God to give me strength, to teach you the ways of His mercy.

Even God cannot defeat the horror of your genetics.

I am not your mother, child, Trinity the Vile is. The Spawn of Satan. The Devil in Whore's Disguise.

I see her meddle in your mind, distort your path to the Lord with every movement, every word. And you, the girl whom I raised to be my own, allow it. Her mind blackens yours, suppresses any light within your soul. She damns you child, can't you see? Words are poison from her, yet you are drawn to this Devil Woman like a moth to a flame! As are you 'brothers' and your 'father' cannot keep his hands off her body. Oh, I know what they do together. I saw it, I saw them. Kissing and licking and touching. It's dirty. She's dirty.

I tried to rid her from our lives, do you remember? I took your 'daddy's' gun and I meant to shoot her, to destroy her. But then you walked in the room, and instead I shot you. I never meant to hurt you, child, I only wanted to cleanse your soul. To purge you of evil thoughts, but the strength of the Devil Woman was too great; she made my arm move with her thoughts. I swear it's the truth! I would never hurt you.


God came to me in a dream last night. He told me that a sacrifice must be made to appease Him, to make my prayers of the Devil Woman's demise come to life. I am this sacrifice. Through my death, I will clean your soul, both you and your 'father's' and your 'brothers''. I can save you still.

I wash my hands of this life.

Happy birthday,

Margaret Johnson

She swiped at the tears running down her cheeks. So this was why Trinity had wanted her to wait. The pain was almost unbearable. She opened the second note.

My daughter,

You have every right to loath me, to hate my very existence now that you know the truth. I want you to know that I love you. I have always loved you, and I wanted to keep you with all my heart, but I could not. It was too dangerous and Margaret seemed so capable, so willing to accept you into her home. Even after the decision was made, I could not leave you alone. As your nanny, I tried my hardest to keep our relationship ambivalent, to keep you at arm's length. But as your mother, I could not.

I was blind then, and I did not see until too late.

Shame made me unwilling to stay with you. You are a bright, beautiful, strong girl with a happy future ahead of you. Please, live your life through; know that your mother loves you, and that Margaret loved you. Destiny loves you, Scarlette, and Faith as well.

This note could go on forever, but it is time I let you go.

Forgive me, I chose what I thought would be best for you,


Neatly, she set the notes on the empty seat next to her, turning her head back to the widow.

With the raindrops falling so hard, none could see her tears. In the front seat, Faith and Destiny laughed and laughed.


Fours years later, she comes to me, this goddess I first met in Bree. With eyes like the greenest of forests, and hair darker than the raven, blacker than the soil here in the Shire. She ducks through my front door, smiling and laughing with ease. Never have I seen her like this, so happy and carefree. I ask if I can get her anything, some wine. She nods and replies with a sweet "that would be lovely" and we sit at the table, watching each other, I know there is something else behind her visit. Something more she wishes to address.

"Why are you really here, Trinity?"

She smiles, taking a slow sip of wine, and places the cup on the table neatly.

"I hear you're quite the writer, Master Baggins."

Her voice is charming and low, just the way I remembered it the past several years.

"And where did you hear this?" I ask her.

Her smile grows, "A little bird told me."

Ah, so it was Gandalf who told her. I stare at Trinity blankly, wondering what she could possibly want from me now. Her hand extends toward me, a gesture more graceful than even the Elves.

"May I see it, Frodo?"

I fetch it at once, unable to resist her, thinking that this must have been what Legolas thought the first time he saw her. I hand it over to her, watching as she reverently takes it in her hands. Carefully, she pages through it, those lovely eyes moving with the flow of the words.

"I cannot be in this, mellonamin," she says softly, reaching over to touch my hand.

Her skin is cool.

I frown, "Why not?"

She opens a page spontaneously and quotes my exact words.

" 'How do you pick up the threads of a new life? How do you go on when in your heart you begin to understand that there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend, some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold.' "

In conclusion, she snaps it shut, sending me a rueful smile.

"That is why. Exactly what you've written here, that is my entire life. It hurts too deeply for others to know. I beg you, elear, do not let anyone know I existed. Do not let anything think that I draw breath."

After my agreement, she promptly leaves, back to her lover, back to her life. And as I watch her go, I pray for her forgiveness.

Even after the confirmation left my lips, I knew it was a lie.

Her life, her role in the Fellowship, cannot go unwritten.


I'd like to take this opportunity to thank the following people, who have my heartfelt thanks for enjoying a story that I've been writing in my head for the past several years:

Elfie Girl, Fang500, FetishxArchangel, Flynnstorie, ForeverImaginative, Queen of the Nerds, Starmaker Superstar, Shizamm, Waterfaery777, Crecy, The Battling Bard, and Saber Apricot.

The sequel to this story is called Casus Belli