Hey, guys! This is probably the final chapter for this fic. Thanks so much for bringing me this far! Thanks for 62 whole reviews! I couldn't have done it without you! And a special shout-out to Major Simi and DragonDude23! You two have been with me since the beginning! Thank you!

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Chapter 17

Jake shot up from his chair. "What just happened?!" he demanded, staring at the six unconscious kids before him.

"Dipper!" Haley ran to his side. "Mabel! Trixie! Spud! Wendy! Pacifica!"

Out of the corner of his eye, Jake saw Councilor Kulde slip a vial of unnaturally green liquid into his robes.

Jake wheeled on him. "You did this!"

The councilor nonchalantly raised an eyebrow. "Did Lao Shi not inform you that this would happen? We had to wipe their memories of all magic they have seen."

Jake wanted to punch his grandfather for not telling him, but he kept cool. "But what about all the other encounters? Dipper and Mabel earned those!"

"Yeah!" Haley agreed. "You can't possibly justify taking those away!"

"And Trixie and Spud have helped along the way!" Jake went on. "We couldn't have defeated the Dark Dragon without them!"

The African Dragon stepped forward. "And we are grateful for that. But we cannot afford to have any more mortals knowing about the magical realm. It is our duty."

Sun reached out for Haley, but she pulled away, her eyes darting around nervously. "This is inhumane! They're just kids! Like us! This is abusing our powers!"

"Haley." Gramps approached her, and this time she didn't pull away. "This is necessary. It was going to happen one way or another."

Jake noticed Councilor Omina pull out another vial, this one full of bright blue liquid. "Councilors. It is time to go."

Before Jake could protest, she threw the vial on the ground. It sent out a blue ripple, and Jake quickly lost consciousness.

When he awoke, he was in the guest room of the Mystery Shack.

He sat up in bed, looking around. Haley was looking back at him.

"Where is everyone?" Jake asked.

"Probably downstairs," she replied.

"Probably?"

"I know as much as you do."

"Good point." He swung his feet to the side of the bed and stood up. As he stretched, he realized he was fully clothed.

"So it really happened. No one knows."

Haley shrugged. "Guess so."

He sighed. "What do we do now?"

At that moment, his stomach rumbled.

Haley looked out the window and saw the position of the sun. "Let's go eat breakfast."

The dragon siblings walked downstairs, each with the same feeling of despair. No one else knew about the magical world. What was the point of even staying here anymore? All the good times Jake had had here- gone. They were the only ones who knew.

They arrived in the kitchen. Stan looked up from his paper and winked.

"Morning, sunshines," he said. "Say, do you know anything about those wind chimes hanging around the Shack?"

They both shook their heads.

"Huh." He went back to his paper. "Well, I'm going to keep them there. They add a sense of mystery to the ol' place."

They went to the stove, served up their pancakes, and sat down at the booth next to Dipper.

"Morning," Mabel said. "You guys ok?"

Jake and Haley looked from one kid to the next, each thinking about what they knew. Curious Dipper, carefree Mabel, sassy Trixie, ingenious Spud, and rebellious Wendy. All the good times with them- gone.

The Longs looked at each other, then back to Mabel. "Yeah."

She beamed. "Cool! Hey, you want to go swimming later? The five of us are going!"

"Sure," Jake said, and he managed to crack a smile.

After about four hours of pool time, which included verbal harrassment from Pacifica and sass from Trixie, the seven kids went home. Jake and Haley, still stinging from the mind-erasing, holed up in their bedroom for most of the day.

Finally Haley got bored of being bored. "That's it! I want to go see what Dipper and Mabel are doing."

"Go ahead," Jake said, not wanting to be involved.

"Come with me!" she begged. "Please?"

He groaned. "Fine."

They walked into the attic and found that the Pines twins weren't nearly as bored as the Longs. They, along with Trixie, Spud, and Wendy, were playing what appeared to be a game of golf.

"What's this?" Jake inquired.

"Attic Stuff Mini Golf," Dipper answered. He was sitting on his bed, reading a magazine.

"You want to play?" Mabel held up a golf club. "We've got room for one more!"

Haley shrugged and took the club. Jake laid down on Mabel's bed.

It wasn't until Jake got bored watching Trixie and Spud arguing over whose turn it was that he noticed something. Dipper wasn't reading the magazine; he was writing in it!

"Hey, Dipper," he said, "what are you doing?"

Dipper looked up nervously, and Jake knew something was up. "I'm, uh, reading?"

"Is that your final answer?" Jake got up, strode across the room, and ripped the magazine out of Dipper's hands.

Jake found himself staring at a golden six-fingered hand.

"Ok, ok," Dipper said. "You got me."

"H- How do you have this?!" Jake grabbed Dipper by the shirt, his eyes turning red with rage.

"We faked the toast," Dipper said simply. "All five of us. That's the plus side of being paranoid- the paranoia. From the moment I learned your secret, I knew I wasn't supposed to know. So when the Dragon Council showed up and I saw the look you gave them, I warned the other four not to accept anything from them."

Jake let go of Dipper and stood up. "But why keep it a secret?! I was going crazy with despair!"

Trixie rolled her eyes. "To troll with your mind. Why else?"

Jake scratched his head. "That actually makes a lot of sense."

Spud spoke up. "We didn't warn Pacifica, though."

"Why not? I thought she was starting to like Dipper."

"That's the problem," Mabel said. "Pacifica has to be a jerk. It would upset the balance of the universe otherwise."

"And don't worry," Wendy assured him. "Your secret's safe with us."

Jake beamed. "Thanks, guys."

"People!" Mabel waved her club in the air. "Are we playing golf or what?" She turned to Jake. "You sure you won't play?"

Jake held up his arms innocently. "You're out of clubs, though."

Dipper jumped off the bed. "Really, Jake? Really?"

Jake suddenly got an idea. He muttered four words he would never forget:

"Tail of the Dragon."