Under what remained of Beacon tower, nearly ten years after its fall, two figures, a man and woman, stood in front of the device that once held the fall maiden.
The woman, the last huntress in remnant, turned to the man and said, "Oscar, you don't have to do this. You can just hide or go back to plotting the defeat of Salem. There might be another way, you don't have to die,"
"No Ruby," the man replied, "I do. This is the only way to stop her for good, when she isn't as powerful as she is now. And if I do this, everyone else will be alive as well. You will get to see them again, so I'm sending you back, no matter what you say, I'm sending you back to the beginning, that night in the music store. If all goes well, you will not only have your weapons, but your weapon, your strength and your power, mabe even your appearance. The only thing that should change, is how you are seen and how you must act. You will still be seen as an innocent fifteen-year-old girl. Don't forget, your friends, won't be the friends you know, so be cautious. Are you ready?"
Ruby nodded and Oscar held out his hands as he started to age and turn to dust. The last thing she saw, before her world was reduced to the green that is time, was his smile. It was the smile of someone who is happy, someone who will be alive, someone who has fulfilled themselves.