Author's Note: We're almost done, people! This one's going to be long, and I hope that you enjoy it! Here we go… Just an epilogue after this!

William raced through the forest, determination filling his chest.

"Stan!" he called, as he rode Soos through the door of the Snuggly Duckling. "Mabel's in trouble and I seriously need help!"

"Blondie, why are you riding the Queen's horse? Also, why are there guards behind you?"

"Mabel's the lost princess, and Pine Tree made me take them," William explained. "Are you coming or what?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever," Stan got up from the bar and put down his drink. "Let's do this."

William turned around, and started heading for the tower…

Mabel looked at the paintings around her. She knew now that her mother wasn't trying to protect her. She was hiding something. Mabel pulled the crown out of her pocket, and stared at it for a long time. If William hadn't stolen this crown, they would have never met. This round jeweled thing… she thought about the things she'd seen… the girls who said she was the lost princess…

She went to her mirror, and slowly, she placed the crown on her head…

"Holy shit," she whispered. "Holy shit."

She turned, and began pounding on her door, banging at it until it fell to the ground, revealing her astonished mother… except, this woman wasn't her mother, was she?

"Mabel! Have you decided to admit to your own stupidity and take down the disgusting-"

"I figured it out," Mabel smirked. "I know exactly who I am."

"An who might that be?" Gothel sneered, unalarmed.

"Oh, you know, just the princess that you KIDNAPPED," Mabel growled, furiously. "I'm going to leave, and I'm getting William out myself. You have nothing to hold over me anymore, and you will never use my damn hair again!"

Gothel looked shocked for a split second. "So you do have a brain in that ugly little head of yours," she laughed. "Fine, you want to leave? Try. Your boyfriend is going to die, if he isn't swinging already. You're just a little fool, and you have no idea how to survive."

"I made some friends," Mabel muttered, thinking of Stan and the others at the tavern, as well as Soos.

"Well, then… try getting past a witch first," Gothel laughed, and with a snap of her fingers, ropes attacked Mabel, pinning her to a mirror, breaking it, and cutting into her flesh.

William dismounted his horse, and slipped through the tunnel. "Stay here," he told the men. "If I'm not out in… an hour, then storm the place, got it?"

The guards nodded, but Stan laughed.

"Yes?"

"Why did I have to leave my happy hour if you're just going to leave us out here?"

"I needed someone to keep Buff and Buffer here from tearing me limb from limb," William explained.

"Great. Good luck kid," Stan grunted.

"Hey, that's my line!"

William slipped in, and shouted up the tower.

"Hey, Mabel! Mind helping me up? I'm here to rescue you!"

A long shower of hair light moonlight fell down to meet the young man, who began climbing instantly… and jumped into the room, running up to Mabel, as soon as he saw her tied up.

He grabbed at her ropes, untying them faster than seemed possible, and in under three seconds she was free.

"William, look out!" were the first word out of her mouth, the instant he ungagged her.

A sharp pain cut through his spine.

"No!" Mabel cried out, raising her fists towards Gothel, rage in her eyes. "Back off and let me heal him, or I will (CENSORED) kill you."

"I doubt that. You see, we are going far away. A new kingdom. Nobody will ever find you, and-"

"I'll cut it off," Mabel said. "I'll cut every last strand, until there's no magic left. I don't care if it takes weeks, or if I have to use my teeth, I will destroy it. Unless you let me heal him."

"What?"

"I'll go with you. If you're lucky, I might never escape. I won't even try. Let me heal him, and then, you'll get to keep staying young. Don't, and watch as your body decays. Your choice."

"Shooting Star, don't you dare…" William grunted out. "I'm tough, I can handle a knife."

"Not through the spinal cord you can't… what? One of my three books was on anatomy, okay?"

"Deal," Gothel agreed.

Mabel smiled, and knelt over William, wrapping her hair around his torso.

"I'm not letting you do this, Star," William growled. "Look, I'm not even worth saving, okay? I'll be swinging by sundown if you don't come with me."

"I don't think so. I think you're going to get out of here, and come for me," the girl told him.

"Not… happening."

"I can't let you die," Mabel said angrily.

"I can't let you die," the blond hissed.

"I'll be fine… probably."

Mabel took a deep breath, and prepared to sing when…

"Wait. One minute."

Mabel looked at him. "Yes?"

He grabbed a bit of the broken mirror, and swung, cutting her hair at her waist. The glittering strands of moonlight disappeared, being replaced with dark brown.

Gothel slapped a hand to her mouth. "What did you just do?"

"Killed you," William growled at the woman, rapidly aging before his eyes.

"No… NO!" Gothel screamed seeing her reflection. She covered her eyes, and stumbled backwards out the tower window, and by the time her clothing hit the ground, Gothel herself was a pile of dust.

Mabel looked horrified, and tears ran down her face. "Oh my god… oh my god… Mama…"

"Sorry," William whispered. "I couldn't let you… I love you… you're my new dream."

"You were mine," the princess told him quietly.

With those words, he faded away.

The princess stared at the man in her arms. Gone. She thought about Gothel, the woman who had hurt her so much, but who she had loved as a mother. Gone. She stared down at William, and remembering a fairytale she'd once heard, kissed him, but he didn't awaken as the princess in the fairytale had. The girl finally broke down, sobbing.

A tear slipped under William's eye patch, and fell into his socket.

William woke up, and felt the strangest feeling. It was confusing, and he pushed it aside, to stare up at the girl who had somehow revived him, and didn't seem to have realized it yet.

"Um… Mabel?"

She gasped. "William?"

"I'm kind of alive…"

"William!"

Suddenly, he understood what he was feeling, and gasped. "Mabel, what the hell did you do?"

"What do you mean?"

"I…" William reached under his eye patch, to see if what he was feeling was real, and pulled off the thing. "My eye is back, somehow."

The pair smiled, and for some reason, William thought that everything might turn out okay.

Dipper paced back and forth on the balcony.

"You're going to be fine," Pacifica promised. "I swear."

"If you say so," Dipper smiled as he saw the girl enter. Her hair had changed, but her eyes were exactly the same as his. "Mabel?"

"Dipper?"

For the first time in years, the brother and sister embraced.