So, here is the much awaited epilogue! Not much to say about this one, besides the fact that it is rather short :( . I would once again like to take the time to thank all who have read and reviewed this story. You have once again ignited my love of writing and I currently am working on three other fanfictions for you guys! (Along with some brainstorming) Two of which are for the Last Apprentice/Wardstone Chronicles universe. One is centered around Grimalkin and Thorne as a pairing and within this epilogue there will be a hint on what my next Lizzie Fanfiction will be.

Twelve years later...

The floorboards creaked as I paced nervously throughout the front room of my cottage. I closed my eyes and focused on the click click of my pointy shoes and the fluttering sounds of my heart. Where were they? I scowled and peered out the lone window above the kitchen sink. I thought that Agnes had finally come to her senses when she said that she would send the girl to me. A year had passed since my sister's death and for the time being Alice was left in the care of Agnes Sowerbutts. For the past year, almost like clockwork Agnes and I exchanged heated letters in which we argued who should have custody of the girl. My argument was a strong and sensible one. I was the girls last living relative and had the capability to train young Alice to her full potential, but there was something else. Alice was indeed my child. That piece of information would have easily granted Alice to my keeping, but I withheld it. It would surely break the young girl's heart to learn her entire life thus far had been a lie.

A quiet knocking drew my from my thoughts. All too quickly, my hand closed around the doorknob with shaking fingers. With a deep breath, I undid the latch and pulled open the door. There she was. Somehow, I still expected a little girl who came up to about my hip. The truth stood before me, at only a few inches shorter than myself. She was beautiful. Quickly she thrust a piece of crumpled parchment into my open hand. It was Agnes's unmistakable penmanship.

"Aunt Lizzie?" She asked with a small and shaking voice. Surely Alice must have known it was me. It was as if she was staring into a mirror that aged her far past her years. Her resemblance to me was striking. I never let anyone see me without strong glamor charms which concealed my true age. In all honesty, I had only aged a little since she last saw me as an infant. I doubted she remembered me, but her face showed her concentration as she desperately tried to grasp at a distant memory that would not surface.

" You would be assuming correct." I said with a shaky and saddened smile. Smiling was an almost foreign idea to me nowadays, and even those fleeting moments were twinged with a deep and bitter sadness. Maybe for Alice's sake I would smile more often. She might bring some light to my otherwise dark and lonely life. I would train her the same way Mother Malkin trained me all those years ago. I remembered it as if I was yesterday. I wanted nothing more than to tell her the truth and to wrap my arms around her and call her my baby but somethings cannot be. Maybe one day she would learn the truth, but by then I would hope to be dead.

Bony Lizzie

So, that is the end of The Memoirs of Bony Lizzie...or is it? So as always review/follow/favorite N' all that Jazz

- DaringDauntless

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PS. My next Lizzie fanfiction will center around her training with Mother Malkin. Let me know if you are excited for my next installment in Lizzie's Memoirs, " The Witch's Apprentice"!

PSS. Also what is your opinion on Grimalkin and Throne as a pairing?