Epilog: The End Is Just The Beginning

…Dynatron Enterprises…Dimension C-219...Three Days Later…

"Is everything ready?" Dr. Falchion asked as he, Dr. Scimitar and Dr. Stiletto, walked into a new lab deep within the bowels of an office building for a corporation that was one of many fronts for Foundation X.

"The data has been uploaded and processed," said one of the many technicians working in the lab, "we're as ready as we can be."

"Outstanding," said Dr. Falchion, "proceed then."

"I have a bad feeling about this," said Dr. Scimitar as he nervously tapped his fingers together, "we only collected 83% of the data."

"You yourself said we could get away with 85% and still succeed with our true objective," said Dr. Stiletto, "in my opinion, a 2% margin of error is within acceptable levels."

"Well, it's not in my opinion," said an annoyed Dr. Scimitar, "do you have any idea how much work we've put into this project? Five years and fifteen-billion of our investor's cash."

"It's not our fault our investors asked for the impossible!" said an irate Dr. Stiletto, "and making the impossible possible is what we at Foundation X do best."

"And we have achieved the impossible," said Dr. Falchion as he and his fellow dark scientists walked to the center of the room, where a large mirror with a metal frame attached to a series of power generators and computers, stood in wait.

"I'm just saying we shouldn't rush into this," said Dr. Scimitar, "regardless of how small a margin of error we have, it's too great a risk to take lightly."

"We can't back down and take the safe path," said Dr. Falchion, "not only are our investors growing impatient, this is our only chance at success. However this endeavor turns out, we'll never get another chance. The item, it was the only one of its kind, for not only did we scan the data, we scanned and absorbed its magical properties."

"And infused it into this," said Dr. Stiletto as she walked around the mirror, "once we start, the magic will be used up, so it's do or die."

"That's what I'm afraid of," said Dr. Scimitar, "anything can happen with that 2%."

"Then let's find out what will happen," said Dr. Falchion, "Begin!"

At that the technicians activated the power generators connected to the mirror. Energy flowed along conduit cables, causing the mirror to glow and hum with blue energy.

"Power levels are stable," said Dr. Falchion as he looked at the data on a computer screen, "magical harmonics are balanced, looking good. Increase power and adjust magic frequency by 20 kilohertz."

"It's working," said an astonished Dr. Stiletto as the surface of the mirror rippled like water, "it's actually working!"

"We're not there yet!" said Dr. Falchion, "increase power! Adjust frequency!"

The surface of the mirror rippled more and more, before becoming translucent and revealing Rebecca Queen as she sat on her cot in her cell. But then Rebecca looked at her mirror, "by the darkness, has the time come?" she asked in a stunned tone. She then stood up and walked to the mirror.

"Your grace!" said Dr. Stiletto, "be patient just a little longer. We have to be sure it is safe for you to pass through."

"To hell with being safe!" snapped Rebecca, "I've been playing it safe ever since they threw me into this thrice-damned oubliette!"

"But there's too great a chance for error, your grace!" said Dr. Scimitar, "you could die, or worse, be forever lost in the limbo between mirrors."

"It's a risk I'm willing to take!" said Rebecca, "I'd rather die than spend one minute more in this accursed cell! And limbo would be a welcome change." With that she boldly walked into her mirror. For a moment she seemed stuck in the endless void between the mirrors, but with a straining effort, stepped onto the floor of the lab, gasping for breath.

"Shut it down! Now before anything else happens!" shouted Dr. Falchion, at which the technicians cut the power to the mirror.

"Welcome back to civilization, your grace," said Dr. Stiletto as she, Drs. Scimitar, Falchion and the technicians bowed in respect.

"It's good to be back," said Rebecca as she looked at her surroundings.

"That was a terrible risk you took, your imperial viciousness," said Dr. Scimitar, "you could have been lost forever."

"One can never get anywhere in life if all they do is be careful," said Rebecca, "you have to take risks, even so far as gambling with ones own life. Now, I must congratulate you all on such a brilliant fusion of magic and science."

"It wasn't that difficult, your grace," said Dr. Falchion, "the truly difficult part was locating the essential item."

"The one remaining fragment of your ancestor's original magic mirror," said Dr. Scimitar, "a similar fragment was used to send you to your prison."

"And now all the fragments are used up," said Rebecca as a pair of female technicians brought over a privacy screen, while another wheeled over a wardrobe rack filled with purple and black dresses and gowns. Rebecca stepped behind the screen, ripped off her prison uniform and began selecting a new outfit, "have there been any other difficulties? How many did you have to sacrifice for my freedom?"

"I…wouldn't call them sacrifices," said Dr. Stiletto, "more like necessary dismissals. Claymore was too loose a cannon to keep on the payroll, while Halberd was too much of an egomaniac for his own good. As for the thousands of destroyed Worms, that's what Kaijin are for, to be used as necessary.""

"And that charming Cuthbert L. Snyder," said Rebecca as she picked a dress and slipped it on, "what of him and his fellow proxies?" the technicians moved the privacy screen, revealing Rebecca in a purple and black sleeveless gown with one side slit up to her thigh and an open front that displayed her ample bosom, "what of them?"

"Dead, your malicious malevolence," said Dr. Falchion as more female technicians brought over several pairs of shoes, gloves and jewelry.

"Pity," said Rebecca as she picked out a pair of spiked heals, dark purple gloves and a matching set of earrings, bracelets, rings and a necklace, all adorned with dark blue and purple gems, "they would have made excellent minions if they could have been swayed to our cause."

"With all due respect, your imperial viciousness," said Dr. Scimitar, "but not even you could have broken them. Their loyalty to The Obsidian Council was unquestionably unwavering."

"Again, pity," said Rebecca coldly as the technicians brought over a large makeup set and a large hand mirror. "And what of the Storybook of Legends? Did either Cuthbert, Ophelia or any of the others suspect at all that the prize they sought wasn't real?"

"No one suspects that you hid the real Storybook of Legends long ago," said Dr Stiletto, "while the one Milton Grim was so possessive about, while indeed a powerful artifact, is a far cry from the power contained in the real book."

"And that power will stay hidden away until I decide to recover it," said Rebecca, "the last thing any of us need is for that book to fall into the hands of either Obsidian or my daughter. Only I have the knowledge to unlock the book's full potential."

"All else seems to be going according to plan," said Dr. Scimitar as Rebecca applied her makeup, "neither Obsidian, Alabaster or their respective proxies are aware of your escape, while Isabelline White and the other rulers of the fairytales are equally in the dark."

"As they should be," said Rebecca as she finished touching up her face, then painted her nails with quick drying nail polish, "let them continue to be ignorant of my return to freedom. They'll be quaking in their boots when the time is right."

A technician then brought over a selection of wicked-looking crowns, but Rebecca shooed them away, "not yet, I'm a monarch in exile, after all. Now, what of Raven? And Apple? Did they survive?"

"Survive and are in good health, your grace," said Dr. Falchion, "as are the rest of the young characters, same goes for Avery Manning and his surviving fellow Riders."

"Excellent," said Rebecca as she selected a purple and black fur-lined cape from several that the technicians brought over, "I'll deal with the latest incarnation of Snow White and her precious friends in the fullness of time. As for my disappointment of a daughter, I still have hope that she'll come to see things my way," she sighed, "and yet, I must accept that she takes more after her father than myself. I fear I may have to let her go, with extreme prejudice."

At that a full-length mirror was brought over. Rebecca admired her reflection, basking in the dark glory that she was, "hello, gorgeous," she said with a smile that augmented her sinister beauty, "it's been a while."

"Ah…far be it from a lowly scientist such as myself to interrupt your narcissistic indulgence, your grace," said Dr. Stiletto, "but now that Phase 1 is complete, perhaps you would wish to proceed with Phase 2?"

"Phase 2?" Rebecca asked as she looked at Dr. Stiletto, "oh, yes. Are you sure she's the one?"

"The DNA matches the sample provided by our investors," said Dr. Falchion, "

"That brief but intense affair you had before you were forced to marry The Good King and produce Raven, Clare is the result of that affair."

"Milton Grimm was both a genius and a fool to spirit Clare away to another universe when she was but an infant, and then made himself forget," said Dr. Stiletto, "But you remembered, your grace, as did our investors. Believe us when we say that Clare, she is your daughter."

"Let me see her," said Rebecca in an urgent tone, "I have to see her with my own eyes!"

"This way, your imperial viciousness," said Dr. Scimitar. With that the three dark scientists lead Rebecca to a medical room where, laying on a hospital bed, surrounded by technicians and advanced equipment, her body littered with wires and I.V. tubes, was Clare.

"We found her crawling away from Ever After High," said Dr. Falchion as Rebecca stood at the doorway of the room, "she's lucky to be alive."

"She wasn't defeated that badly, was she?" a shocked and appalled Rebecca asked as she looked at Clare on the bed, "that wretched Avery Manning didn't hurt her that much, right?"

"The battle with Kabuto was only the tip of the iceberg, your grace," said Dr. Falchion.

"Remember when we said that Claymore was a lose cannon?" Dr. Scimitar asked, "how grave an understatement. The device she implanted in Clare's brain was faulty."

"Faulty, my eye!" said Dr. Stiletto irately, "the damn thing was driving Clare insane, and giving her a dozy of a brain tumor at the same time."

"The compound she used to corrupt Clare's heart was damaging her body as well," said Dr. Falchion, "cellular degradation. Clare didn't know it but she was slowly but surely falling apart from the inside out."

"You…you can save her, right?" Rebecca asked, "she will recover?"

"Oh, she will recover," said Dr. Falchion, "we've removed the brain tumor and reversed the cell damage in her body. She'll need several weeks to finish healing and even more time of physical rehabilitation, but she will be hale and whole, I guarantee it."

"Her mind is another question," said Dr. Scimitar, "the damage caused by the device may be irreversible."

"If that's the case," said Rebecca, "if her persona is damaged beyond repair, then I'll give her a new persona, one she should have had to begin with. I may have failed with Raven, but not with Clare." She walked into the room, the technicians respectfully moving out of the way as Rebecca reached the bed and gently gripped Clare's right hand in hers.

"Leave us," said Rebecca as she looked down at Clare with adoring eyes, "I wish to be alone with my first-born daughter."

"You heard her! Out!" shouted Dr. Stiletto. The technicians exited the room as Rebecca pulled a chair up to the bed and sat down, still holding Clare's hand.

"Are we sure that Clare is Rebecca Queen's daughter?" whispered Dr. Scimitar to Stiletto and Falchion, "they don't look alike."

"Nor does Clare resemble Raven physically," said Dr. Stiletto, "but DNA doesn't lie. Clare obviously favors her father's side of the family in physical attributes."

"I can't help but wonder where her father is right now," said Dr. Falchion, "he was the one who approached our investors with the DNA sample, yet choose to remain in the shadows. If he knew we were planning to reunite Rebecca Queen with her first-born, wouldn't he want to be more involved?"

"Who knows," said Dr. Stiletto, "for now, all is as it should be."

"Yes, Phase 2 has indeed begun, my friends," said Dr. Falchion to Drs. Stiletto and Scimitar, "heaven and hell help us all."

"Indeed," said Dr. Scimitar as he and Dr. Falchion walked away. Dr. Stiletto stayed for a minute, watching as Rebecca began humming a lullaby to Clare, then turned to walk away.

…Someplace Dark…

"And that's everything, my council," said Ophelia in a strained tone as she stood on slightly unsteady feet before the Obsidian Council. Ophelia's face was bandaged from various small cuts and scrapes, while her left arm was in a cast and sling, while her right arm clutched at her bandaged ribs.

"A well versed explanation, Ophelia," said Chairman Onyx.

"But disappointing nonetheless," said Chairwoman Umbra, "how could you have allowed this failure to happen, Ophelia?"

"Believe me, my council," pleaded Ophelia as she stepped forward and nearly fell over, "I did everything I could. I tired to work with Cuthbert and Manfred, event that degenerate, Claymore, and that insufferable brat, Halberd."

"And yet those Riders and their repulsive fairytale allies stopped you at every turn!" snapped Chairman Dusk, "not one Negative Plant successfully bloomed and spread its spores, while barely any territory was infected by the taint."

"Thousands upon thousands of Worms were wiped out," said Chairman Taupe, "while the loss of The Worm Mother is a defeat unto itself. It'll take a dark miracle to convince Dai-Shocker to give up another, let alone another species of Kaijin.

"Perhaps we should have used Undead or Fangire," said Chairman Onyx, "or perhaps invested in Astro Switches."

"It matters not whichever species of Kaijin we used," said Chairwoman Sable, "our counterparts in Alabaster would have granted their proxies with the appropriate Rider powers."

"Then perhaps we should reevaluate our endeavors for the fairytale realms," said Chairman Dusk, "if not outright conquest, then something more subtle, something Alabaster won't easily counter."

"We'd better come up with something soon," said Chairwoman Umbra, "the time to initiate Kralizec draws near. Another opportunity to trigger the final war before Alabaster is ready may not come again for thousands of years."

"I believe they are well aware of our intentions," said Chairman Taupe, "already another of our operations is behind schedule due to their meddling. Even more valuable Kaijin have been lost, while another proxy's head is dangerously close to the chopping block."

"Forgive me, my council," said Ophelia, "but which proxy? Which operation?"

"The Rosskarn Operation," said Chairman Onyx, "the one involving Irvin U. Weis. Not that it's any of your business anyway."

"Irvin?" Ophelia asked in a slightly disturbed tone.

"He was the one you abandoned Cuthbert for, no?" Chairwoman Sable asked, "you two had feelings for each other?"

"He…I…we were going to ask permission to be married, my council," said Ophelia in a slightly embarrassed tone. She then looked at the dark executives with determined eyes, "send me to assist Irvin, my council! Grant me this chance to redeem myself! With my help, Irvin will succeed in his mission! We shall obtain The Star of Rosskarn and utilize its power for the glory of Obsidian!"

"You'll do no such thing, Ophelia!" snapped Chairman Dusk, "you are still assigned to the realm of Ever After!"

"I…yes, my council," said Ophelia in a subdued tone, "forgive me, I forgot my place. I await your command!"

"For now, you are to remain here and plan how to recover from this debacle," said Chairwoman Noir, "how best to achieve our goals."

"I haven't forgotten, my council," said Ophelia; "corrupt the fairytale realms, acquire The Storybook of Legends, destroy Apple White and bring Raven Queen before The Council where she will realize her true destiny as the next and greatest Great Leader of Dai Shocker!"

"You can start with Milton Grimm," said Chairman Onyx, "now he's an interesting character."

"Decades of manipulating the lives of an entire realm," said Chairwoman Sable, "all to satisfy his mad designs of perfection and conformity."

"Yet there was method to his madness," said Chairwoman Umbra, "had he managed to convince Raven Queen to accept her prefabricated destiny and become the next Evil Queen, she would have been beyond our reach forever. Her defiant act of independence may have saved her from Grimm's plan, but not ours."

"There are plenty of characters with open destinies that can be…persuaded to see things our way," said Chairman Taupe, "even the ones whom already signed the Storybook of Legends, once the book is ours, their destinies will be ours to dictate as we wish."

"As for Milton Grimm," said Chairman Onyx, "his body is healing from his myocardial infraction, yet his mind is open to influence. Ophelia, you are to return to the fairytale realms, insinuate yourself into Milton Grimm's life and turn him to the darkness, after you've had a chance to rest and recover from your ordeal, that is."

"Thank you, my council," said Ophelia as she bowed, grimacing against the pain from her wounds, "I will not fail again, least I incur your wrath and face my own doom."

She soon found herself in her own domicile, a sparsely decorated apartment filled with various paper documents and computer storage drives. Ophelia walked into a room with a large reclining chair and sat herself down. She pressed a button on one arm of the chair and an overhead lamp began bathing her with rays of healing magic.

Sighing with relief, Ophelia took a few minutes to simply sit and do nothing as her body was slowly but surely restored. She then picked up a remote device and activated a hologram screen. She saw Milton Grimm in his own suite at a private clinic in the fairytale realms. Outside his door several doctors were discussing their patient. While Grimm was on the mend from his heart attack, the doctors were gravely concerned over the status of his mind and debated whether or not Grimm should be kept within the hospital for further psychiatric evaluation and treatment.

As for Grimm himself, the disgraced headmaster paced back and forth in his suite, whispering to himself intensely, not caring that he was being observed by healers and a lone villainess.

"This cannot go on," muttered Grimm, "Raven Queen, she's a lose end that must be tied to her proper destiny! They all must conform to their destinies! It is the only way our world can remain safe. I must get The Storybook of Legends back. I must get Raven and the others to sign. It is the only way, it is the only way!"

"My dear Milton Grimm," said a wickedly smiling Ophelia as she watched the headmaster's pacing and hushed ranting, "I do believe we are going to be rather good friends."

…Wonderland Haberdashery and Tea Shop…

"Victory Party!" exclaimed Maddie as she finished decking her beloved establishment out for a well earned celebration; streamers and balloons of all shapes and colors, tiny clouds that rained confetti and glitter, hats that acted as lights and speakers for Melody Piper's DJ system. Everyone was dancing and talking among themselves, while Raven sat in a wheelchair, with Dexter, Briar, Ashlynn and Hunter sitting around her.

"Are you sure you're alright, Raven?" asked Dexter.

"This thing's just a precaution," said Raven as she relaxed in her wheelchair, "Dr. Anderson moved Apple, Lilia and I to another hospital and pretty much knocked us out for three days. It's amazing what a few good night's sleep can do for you. But he made me promise not to push myself or my magic for a while, and not to destroy any buildings in the foreseeable future."

"Considering that you, Apple and Lilia pretty much demolished the hospital," said Briar, "I'm surprised he didn't hand you over to the cops."

"I'm just glad no one else got hurt," said Ashlynn as she leaned against Hunter.

"I'm surprised we won without no one else dieing," said Dexter, "that prophecy Maddie told us about a while back, the one that predicted that Clare would go bad and three Riders would die, we only lost Jeffry and Connor."

"For all we know, Clare is the third," said Raven in a concerned tone, "and I still feel sorry for her. It wasn't her fault she turned evil. Well, in a way it is, but that maniac Claymore put her on the path."

"Let's not talk about such horrible things," said Blondie as she walked over and sat down, "this is a time for joyous merrymaking! No more Worms, no more Foundation X creeps, no more Obsidian proxies, no more Negative Plants, just plain, boring, everyday life for Ever After."

"Speaking of Ever After," said Cedar as she walked over, "I heard that they're going to start rebuilding Ever After High soon and we'll have a new headmaster, or so I've been told."

"Who do you think it'll be?" Daring asked as he and Cerise walked over.

"As long as his name isn't Milton Grimm, I'll be happy with whoever he is," said Raven.

"Even if it is," said Cerise, "I think it would be a very good idea to keep The Storybook of Legends as far away from him as possible."

"You don't have to tell me twice," said Madison as she, Tobias, Cupid and Dorothea walked over, "we've got the book in a safe, secure place."

"And it's not even in my closet," said Dorothea, "I should check on it, just to be safe."

"It's locked up in The Base," said Tobias, "funny, this is the first time since the crisis began that The Base has been totally empty."

"The crisis is over," said Cupid, "no need to monitor for enemy activity any more."

"For a demigoddess, you can be pretty ignorant at times," said a serious Lizzie as she walked over, "do you honestly believe that just because we thwarted one of Obsidian's schemes that they'll simply abandon their designs for our world? No," she then shuffled her deck, drawing the Ace of Spades, "no, my friends, I fear that the Obsidian wars are far from over."

"Way to spoil things, Lizzie!" said an annoyed Maddie as she walked over, "and this was turning out to be such a lovely party! I might as well talk to Mr. AndrewK9000, at least he had hopeful things to offer."

I would, but the story's almost over.

"But not yet it isn't," said Maddie in a playful tone, "you've still got a few things to get written down first, right?"

You know me too well.

"Indeed I do," said Maddie, "now, about Apple and Avery."

"What about Apple and Avery?" Raven asked, "where are they anyway?"

Outside the shop sat Apple and Avery on a sidewalk bench.

"So, what did you see when you traveled in time?" Apple asked, "how far into the past did you go?"

"Not the past, not this time," said Avery, "this time I saw the future."

"You did?" an astonished Apple asked, "what did you see?"

At that Avery stood up and looked away, "I honestly don't know if I should tell anyone about it. I find it hard to believe what I saw with my own eyes."

"Well, can you try?" Apple asked.

"I certainly can," said Avery, "well…it was like a decision tree. The future isn't set, no matter how hard some people try to make it so."

"I used to believe that a planned destiny couldn't be changed," said Apple, "but not anymore. There is no fate but what we make."

"Well, our fates are influenced by our decisions," said Avery, "I saw four possible outcomes of our being together. One has us living out our lives together. I saw us reaching our golden years surrounded by children and grandchildren."

"That sounds absolutely perfect," said Apple as she smiled brightly.

"It's the best one of the lot," said Avery, "And I'd rather not spoil your smile with the other three, they only get worse."

At that Apple frowned, "it's already spoiled, so you might as well tell me the worst."

"The worst is where one of us dies and the other is driven hopelessly mad with grief," said Avery, "I didn't see who dies or who goes insane."

"I can see why you didn't want to tell me," said Apple, "but, if that's the worst, what about the other two?"

"They're not so bad, but just as depressing," said Avery, "one has us both dead, the other has us alive but separated. I don't mean us breaking up, I mean truly separated. One of us will be trapped on another world and the other will desperately but futilely search to find their way back."

"That would be awful," said Apple, "having finally found our soul mates, only to be separated by cruel twists of fate. Did you find out what decisions caused such terrible fates?"

"I honestly can't remember," said Avery as he sat back down, "to tell the truth, I doubt I was supposed to see the future. Just knowing what's going to happen carries the risk of changing it."

"Maybe not," sighed Apple, "maybe we are doomed to be separated one way or another," she then looked at Avery and smiled hopefully, "but why worry about something that may not even happen? We might as well enjoy each other for the time being. Let's enjoy the now as much as possible, for 'now' will never come again."

"There's something we can tell our grandchildren," said Avery. With that he and Apple leaned close and kissed.

"At this rate we'll have to write a book of things to tell our grandchildren," said Apple between kisses.

"There you two are!" said Briar as she walked outside, startling the two young lovers, "sneaking off for some smooching time? Aren't we being naughty today."

"You just wait until you find your soul mate, Briar!" said Apple as she and Avery stood up, "once you find him, you'll never want to let him go." She then emphasized her point by grabbing onto Avery's hand and holding it up, "see?"

"My soul mate isn't even born yet," said Briar, "so I'm still a free agent. Now get back inside, you two, you're missing the party."

With that all three walked back inside. They found Raven and the others talking with Lucian and Lilia, with the later enjoying a large plate full of cupcakes, tarts and other confectionaries.

"So, this Stuff of yours can heal you," said Dorothea, "but drains your energy after an hour?"

"And severely lowers my blood sugar level," said Lilia between bites, then grabbed a cup full of extra sweet fruit punch and downed it, letting out a small burp.

"All those carbs and calories will come back to haunt you," said Ashlynn.

"That's what I keep telling her every time she has Stuff withdraw," said Lucian, "it doesn't affect me as badly, but it's still rough, which is why we don't use it that often."

"That's because you're a boy, big brother," said Lilia as she selected a blueberry tart and scarffed it.

"You're either gonna choke or get diabetes," said Dexter.

"Or at least eat healthier snacks," said Duchess as she filled her plate with vegetables and low-fat dip.

"I'm gonna put her on a strict diet tomorrow," said Lucian, "and join a gym the next world we wind up on."

"So you really are leaving?" Apple asked.

"The job's done," said Lilia as she put her plate down, "Cuthbert's dead and the enemy's been driven from the world."

"They'll be back," said Lizzie.

"Not today I hope," said Kitty as she filed her nails, "personally, if I see another Worm, I'll pull my own hair out and eat it."

"Now that'd be something to see," said Lucian, "no, my fairytale friends, my sister and I are moving on to our next adventure."

"Wish you would stay a while," said Raven, "it'd be that much more dull without you."

"I'm sure you'd find something to occupy yourselves when we leave," said Lilia.

Just then a portal opened right in the middle of the room, and from it fell a familiar face to a certain demigoddess.

"Oh My Ghoul!" exclaimed Cupid, "Frankie!"

Indeed, it was Frankie Stein, daughter of the Frankenstein monster and Cupid's classmate from Monster High.

"Cupid!" said Frankie as she stood up and dusted herself up, "thank goodness I found you. You've got to come back with me right now! It's an emergency!"

"I love it when I'm right," said Lilia smugly.

"Whoa, hold on, Frankie!" exclaimed Cupid, "what emergency!?"

"Valentine's back!" said Frankie, "he's kidnapped and brainwashed Draculaura into loving him and hating Clawd and everyone else, and now they're planning on destroying the world! You've gotta come back and help set things right!"

At that Cupid looked angry enough to punch a hole in the wall, "that heartbreaking playboy of a vamp thinks he can turn Draculaura against her friends and loved ones?! Not on my watch!" she then looked at Tobias, Raven, Apple and the others, "come on, everyone! We're going to Monster High!"

The End of Part 1

And that's it, fellow readers and writers. The first part of The Obsidian Wars has come to a close Fear not, for Apple, Raven and the others will be back soon. But first we have to find out what happened to Frankie and the rest of the Ghoulfriends. So get ready, 'cause it's gonna be wild.

Coming Soon…

The Obsidian Wars

Part 2: The Star of Rosskarn

See you then!