AN: This story will take a while to get good, but don't worry. It will be good, but to tell the truth, I like it more than my other one, Pendragon 1852. I didn't have the will to keep It going. So heres the new one, It shouldn't be too long, but that's not really bad is it? So R and R, and I don't own Pendragon, just my ideas here in the storie, although, knowing our government, I don't really even own those I bet.

Hobey ho.

And so we go.

It had been 5 years since her ring had twitched.

Courtney was walking up to the alter, looking for the man, not the one of old Courtney's dreams, but new Courtney, the one that was given birth to after it all began.The man that she had fallen in love with. He just happened to be there when she needed him. She knew that he had her ring, but she had on as well. Not the one for him only, but one that he had given her when he jumped across time and space.

She got to the alter, Looked Mark Dimond in the eye, and knew she had found the man of new Courtney's dreams, and that she was making the right decision. She wasnt really listening to the priest, and she heard herself say: "I do" and Mark said, with more feeling than her, declared it as well.

"I now pronounce you man and wife. Mr. and Mrs. Dimond, you may now kiss the bride and groom." As Courtney went in for this kiss she felt like she had been waiting for for over a lifetime, when in reality It had been only a few months. She was locking lips with him, something that she had forgotten about happened. Her ring twitched. Mark looked at her, and she realized he had put his hand on her shoulder in an aggressive manner. He had never done anything like that before. She looked him in the eye, expecting to see joy, and surprise at a new journal.

She didn't. what she saw was different, and worse than anything else that could have happened. Hi eyes were a blazing bright blue instead of the usual dark green. There was a fury coming from his eyes that said it all. She had been deveiced for days, months, even possibly years. She didn't know how, but Saint Dane had gotten off of Ibara, and was back. "The worst is yet to come Chetwyde. So be prepared. Pendragon will dye beggin for mercy. This journal is yet to happen, but be prepared, it's all over. To denduron, Mallos, Figgis, and tak. Even Uncle Press is included." He seethed all this into here ear as he held her in a stage kiss. Nobody could see what was happening, they just thought that they were madly in love and kissing like there was no tomorrow.

"Whats the phrase that you use so often here on 2nd earth?" Courtney still couldn't believe it. She was in shock, there was no other way to describe it. He looked like Mark; Sounded like him, bud didn't act like himself. His eyes being blue were the only clue, along with what he was saying.

"Ummmmmm," that was the priest. He was wondering why they were still locked, or so he thought along with the rest of the church. That was her cue. Courtney used her knee and got him hard in the crotch. He may have been demon, but he still looked like a man, so he was. He doubled over in pain, and she ran for it. She realized then, that she had the journal in her hand. It was like the ones from Veelox. A card, with two buttons. She knew how it worked, so she jumped into her mustang, and got onto the highway. She started up the journal, and went as fast as she could from Stony Brook, as far as possible.

Journal XX.

Halla.

Guess what Courtney, I'm dying. And its all over.