Conclusion:From the Ashes

"Welcome, heroes of Olypmia," Reyna, Queen of New Rome declared, raising her hands to the sky. "Thank you for saving my people and all others throughout New Rome and Olympia and everywhere else imaginable. You have done myself and the gods many a good deed."

She stood on a pedestal along with a statue of some god, Zesosi perhaps—not that Nico cared much. He was busy nodding off on Gwillym's back, curled up in phoenix form with his head peeking out of his wing. He hated the booming echo of her voice, but recognized its necessity. A speech of congratulations was tradition and was more to show the audience of commonfolk and nobles of their success in battle than to actually praise them. The look in her eye, though practiced and regal, held a tint of understanding for the heroes of the war as they fought teetering on their feet from exhaustion. Even Gwillym was blinking rapidly to stay awake.

Thankfully, she didn't keep them much longer. She dismissed them, much to the chagrin of the audience members, and the heroes of war all murmured their thanks and lumbered away, ready for some actual rest. But before Gwillym could go and do the same, Reyna called out to him and told them that she wanted a private word.

Exchanging confused looks, Nico and Gwillym complied, following the queen away from the crowd and into the palace behind the pedestal. Reyna stopped them in the ball room, a place large enough for even Gwillym to stand at full height without touching the ceiling.

The queen turned to them and bowed. "I thank you personally for your sacrifices in our effort against the Lord."

Gwillym nodded, Nico's mark searing with a touch of the previous grief that the dragon had felt over his death. Nico sobered at the feeling, blinking away the last remaining traces sleep.

Reyna looked over the two males, a knowing look in her eyes. "I know the two of you have suffered a great deal," she said, voice warming to something almost friendly. "That's why I wanted to be the first to return you to those you love."

With a wave of her hand, a pair of doors at the opposite side of the rooms opened, and Hazel, Anubis, Cecil and Lou all poured in, victory and relief lighting their dragon faces.

"Nico!" Hazel cried, swooping down with rainbow wings to land beside the dark phoenix, wings wrapping around the male. "You're alright! Thank the gods! We heard you'd died!"

Hazel? Nico tried to say, but his beak didn't function as a mouth, so all that came out was a surprised chirp.

"Hazel," Anubis sighed, hovering just above the two, royal blue and gold feathers glittering like precious gems in the artificial lights of the room. He was looking at Nico with warmth while he calmly scolded Hazel's overexcitement. "He's probably tired and weakened from staying in that form for so long. Don't smother him."

Hazel was obviously upset about it, but she eased up on the phoenix just enough for him to catch his breath. "Sorry, Nico," she apologized.

Coughing, Nico nodded slightly, awkward in his current form. He didn't know where it went, but he really wanted that instinctual smoothness he'd had when he'd been protecting Gwillym from the Lord. The moment the bastard had died, it was as though every ounce of anything graceful had been leeched from his very bones.

Gwillym lifted a wing for Anubis to settle on, talking quietly with his own two friends. What they were discussing, Nico couldn't quite figure out. Something about a god?

Hazel held his attention, fretting over any wounds he might still have. He took it in stride, unable to speak but still able to give little noises that indicated whenever she jostled a wing too much or tickled his underwing. The comforting touches were making Nico nod off on Gwillym's back, mark numbing from the previous chaos.

Gwillym noticed Nico falling asleep and turned his head to burrow his muzzle under the phoenix's wing, breathing warm air. "Go on and rest," he advised gently, nuzzling his mate. "I know that there's a lot that you still need answered, but that can wait. Get some sleep, angel. We'll all be here when you awaken."

Yawning, Nico shook his head. I need to stay awake.

Gwillym drew back and looked the phoenix in the eye. "Angel," he said sternly, but his eyes glowed with love and warmth. He nudged Nico with his nose. "Sleep."

Nico shook his head again, stubborn.

"I think I can help with that," a new voice announced.

Hypnotis himself strolled into the ball room, his long face set with a soothing, relaxing look. He walked up, almost slithering, to them. The god bowed his head to Gwillym.

"Hello, savior of Olympia and New Rome," he said, voice welcoming. He tilted his head a bit and focused on Nico. "Hello, boy. I see you've finally tapped into your potential. And at such a vital point in time. Well done."

Gwillym bowed deeply to the god. "My lord Hypnotis."

"None of that," Hypnotis said with a slight shake of the head. "Today I come not as a god, but as a friend. And I bring someone Nico might wish to meet."

Nico's head popped up, eyes narrowing in confusion. What?

Hypnotis sobered a touch, sitting on his haunches before the son of Apollus and wrapped his spindly tail around his forepaws. He turned his head slightly back to the door and called out to it. "Come along, then. Before he falls asleep and you cannot say your piece."

"As if you would let him fall into dreams that quickly," a voice filtered in, cold and toneless in a way that send shivers up Nico's spine. Familiar shivers. The lighting in the room seemed to dim a touch, and Nico huddled closer to Gwillym to hide from the sudden chill in the room. Hazel and Anubis crouched over Nico protectively.

A large bird stepped in on strong looking legs, pitch black wings tucked regally against its back as if he owned the world and was completely fine with it. Unlike Nico, this bird didn't carry any white markings. He was a solid black, darker than coal. The bird's feathers gleamed in the dimming light, looking oily and unhealthy, but majestic at the same time.

Nico didn't need a formal introduction to know that that was his father, Hadis. Olympian god of the dead. The original Death Phoenix.

Nico suddenly felt sick.

Gwillym bowed again, but the strain in the tendons of his neck made his reluctance obvious. "My lord Hadis."

Hadis's eyes zeroed in on Gwillym, looking him up and down as though bored. "You," he observed, toneless. He had recognized the son of Apollus, but Nico couldn't tell how he felt about the dragon's presence. The god was like a cold stone wall.

The tendons in Gwillym's neck jumped as he tensed further. He remained silent.

Anubis lifted his head, all-too-willing to break the strained silence. "Hadis," he greeted, informal as he was also a god. He tilted his head to the side like a hound might. "Might I ask what brought you here this fine day?"

Everyone knew why the god was there, but Nico supposed being direct in asking was a good approach. His pulse was rocketing in his ears, and he wasn't sure he would've been able to speak even if he could. He made a choking sound softly in the back of his throat and was nudged with a wing by Hazel. She was watching Hadis—Pluton also, which made her Nico's actual blood half-sister if he was correct—her gaze unreadable but glancing towards Nico with worry evident.

Hadis looked at Anubis as though knowing the god was merely being courteous. "I am here to answer the questions I have waited to answer for almost a decade."

Nico hadn't expected that. He had guessed something more akin to: You're my son now so you'll do my bidding for me.

The young phoenix tilted his head, looking at his so-called father in puzzlement.

Hadis looked Nico in the eye then glanced towards Hazel. "Daughter," he greeted quietly, voice softening just a tiny bit, his head dipping down faintly.

Hazel looked tense. "Father," she murmured back. She wrapped a wing around Nico's shoulders, and seemed to grow bolder. "Father, you cannot ask of him anything. He cannot speak in this form yet."

"I know," Hadis stated, looking back at Nico, who tried his best to draw himself up and look his father in the eye. Fear coursed the young man's veins. His father was there, talking to him for the first time since Maria died and he left to go who-knows-where. And Nico was terrified.

Gwillym pressed a warm wing tip against Nico's side, having felt the phoenix's barely-concealed trembling. Nico's mark buzzed with comfort and encouragement. You're doing fine, angel.

Hadis continued. "I just wanted him to know of a few things I'm certain he's wondering of. Afterwards, you will not have to be bothered by my presence any longer. Now, if I may." He turned to Hypnotis, who shared a look with Queen Reyna. Together with Lou and Cecil, they left the room in silence. Anubis and Hazel were the only ones to stay behind, but only because they were closest to Nico and knew he needed their support in that moment.

With a mere flicker of the eyes towards the other three, Hadis focused back on his son.

"I know you do not think of me as your father," the god said, quiet. "I know that you are probably seething over the fact that I have apparently not noticed you since your mother's death." Nico's beak clicked as it snapped together, almost like a human gritting their teeth. Hazel's wing around his shoulders tightened slightly. "It is understandable, how you feel. I had abandoned you and your sister to orphanhood. But I only had the best intensions."

Gwillym made a sound in his throat, almost territorial. Nico's stomach fluttered with butterflies despite the circumstances.

Hadis didn't even look at the golden dragon. "I wanted you to live a peaceful life," he admitted.

The room went quiet, Gwillym's previous anger flickering out like a candle.

The god's eyes flickered with some sort of emotion before becoming guarded once again. "My children seldom lead happy lives. I wanted you and your sister to become different. So, I masked the phoenix blood I had originally given you to protect you as a demigod and made you like your mother, a mortal." The god's eyes tightened. "But it seemed, even then, the power in your blood was far too strong for even meto compress. It built up, compressed and unused, until it finally struck out at the worst time with your sister."

Nico went rigid.

Hadis considered his son for a long moment. "You were always stronger than her in that area," he supposed. "Always able to talk to spirits back when Maria was alive, while your sister could not. She was better as a Hunter, I suppose. Always had a way with travelling at the darkest hours. I'll give my niece that much. She knows potential when she sees it."

"And?" Gwillym said, far beyond patience. His voice was rough and tense, as though holding back anger and anything else he could've been feeling. Nico's mark was in chaos.

Hadis looked at the dragon then, eyes flashing with anger. "I thought you took more of your idiot father's side. Even a daft imbecile, he knew when to shut up."

Nico heard his mate grind his teeth together. He said nothing more.

The god nodded to himself once pleased with the dragon's silence. He turned back to his son. "Aside from your sister, you were always strong in sensing souls and death. It even leaked a bit after I had suppressed your demigod blood. I want you to know it was not in my wishes for you to snap the way you did. That was miscalculation on my part, and you have my most sincere apologies. Though I doubt you'd accept that.

"Either way, I want you to know that I had suppressed that power within you even while you trained to control it. I did not expect for your abilities to grow to that sort of magnitude. Then again." Hadis paused, looking at Gwillym. "You didhave interesting company at the time. That might have had something to do with it."

Silence stretched in the ball room, almost deafening.

"Any more?" Gwillym said, voice a mere whisper.

Hadis looked over Gwillym another time. "One last thing," he said. He turned to Nico. "Come down here, so I may address you personally…son."

Nico didn't want to, but the phoenix being a god let alone his father, Nico hopped down obediently. His landing was awkward and downright embarrassing, but Gwillym steadied him with a touch of the muzzle and sent him a reassuring look. He would stay beside him.

Nodding a bit, Nico turned to the man that was his father. He tried his best to stand tall, but it was difficult to do when you were dwarfed in comparison to the phoenix before you.

Hadis didn't seem fazed by Nico's clumsiness. He just drew himself up so that he stood a bit taller. "Boy," he said, voice softening a touch.

Nico watched in silence, unable to reply with a snarky Dad.

"You are still quite young," his father mused, examining him again. "Being half Death Phoenix, you'll need to know that you'll live the lifespan of a human, growing older and older. Should you die of natural causes, you will die permanently. But if you are killed in some way or form, you will be reborn within the hour younger than you were before. Currently, you have regressed back…a couple of years. Depending on the brutality of your death, you'll become younger. This is important for you to know, so you don't accidentally die out on your mate before he himself has died. And I must warn you away from brutal deaths while very young. If you regress to a point before birth, you will also die."

Nico nodded, knowing he would be frowning under normal circumstances.

His father's eyes softened a touch further. "And there is one last thing you must be wondering, isn't there?"

Tilting his head, the younger phoenix looked at Hadis in confusion. What did he have in mind?

Hadis nodded to himself, glancing toward the door where Hypnotis now stood. Nico's eyes narrowed at the sight of him, as the god had left previously to give them privacy.

The god of sleep locked gazes with him, milky eyes almost glowing in the dimmed light. Nico's eyelids grew heavy, ears ringing as his mind went sluggish, unable to process what was going on around him.

He felt the sensation of falling, and the world melted into darkness.

~ΨΩΨ~

"NICO!" Gwillym exclaimed, leaping forward as his mate crumpled to the ground, snoring softly. The dragon was worried that he was hurt in some way, but the marks on their shoulders just radiated the numbness of deep sleep. His angel was just asleep. Upon realizing this, he rounded on Hadis and Hypnotis with anger burning in his eyes. "What was that for?!"

Hypnotis tilted his head toward Hadis and slunk off. The god of death, Nico's father, exhaled slowly.

"Answering my son's final question."

Hadis lifted a wing and laid it over Nico's sleeping form, Gwillym's mate's feathers almost slivery in comparison to the black of the god's. With a pang Gwillym realized Nico really was glowing sliver, each feather outlined in a glow like the moon. It was eerie and beautiful at the same time, casting him in a starlit radiance.

The blessing of Artemis.

With a ghosting of feathers over Nico's body, Hadis began murmuring under his breath, eyes cast downwards at his son. The glowing intensified, turning bluish, and the son of Apollus could only stand back and watch as his mate slowly but surely shrank down size by size, feathers melding into olive-toned skin before disappearing under the flesh altogether. Two arms, two legs, no tail or wings, a black mop of hair lying disheveled and long on his softer, younger face.

It was Nico, back in the human form that Gwillym fell in love with so long ago, lying curled slightly in a fetal position and stark naked on the cold ballroom floor.

A shudder of relief made Gwillym's body quake. "Angel…"

Morphing down to his own human form, Gwillym took his mate in his arms and held him close to his chest, nose buried in hair that smelled of death, fire and Nico. Tears budded up in his eyes. "Thank you, my lord," he breathed to Hadis, who stood there still in phoenix form rather stiffly.

Hadis nodded once, but Gwillym couldn't see it as he had a face-full of raven-colored hair. He could, however, hear his reply. "With this my job of answering his questions has been concluded. I will take my leave now, son of Apollus. Do take care of my son, lest you find yourself in the deepest pits of Tartarus."

"Father!" Hazel exclaimed, only sounding half scolding.

Hadis just chuckled coldly and swept from the room in a blanket of icy cold air and shadows.

Gwillym just crouched there, holding his mate to him like a lifeline as the god left. The gentle touch of Hazel's human hand was placed on the dragon's bare shoulder, right next to his mark, and Gwillym finally raised his head to look at her. Her golden eyes were full of warmth and understanding.

"Let's get him somewhere to sleep, shall we?" she suggested quietly.

"And," Anubis added, walking up in his own human form that still looked strangely like Nico. He pointed at the knight and summoned white cloth, weaving a paper-thin blanket of sorts to wrap around the smaller, younger man's sleeping body. "It would be best if he didn't catch cold."

Gwillym smiled tightly at the two of them. "Thank you," he said, voice genuine and soft.

The two dragon-birds smiled down at him with reassuring gazes. "Let's ask Reyna for a room," Hazel said again, her hand on Gwillym's shoulder pushing pointedly. He picked Nico up in his arms bridal-style and stood, the knight's head falling heavily on the dragon's shoulder, right over his mark.

Looking down at his mate's sleeping face, calm and peaceful after so much pain, Gwillym couldn't help but smile.

Perhaps some sleep would do them all a little good.

~ΨΩΨ~

When Nico finally awoke, he felt whole and well-rested. He couldn't remember the last time he had been that way, so he just figured he was still dreaming. That is, until he turned to his side and bumped heads rather roughly with a sleeping human-form Will.

"Ow!" Will yelped, leaping back automatically and rubbing his head. He groggily opened his eyes and glared down at the knight. "What was that for?!"

Nico couldn't help but crack a grin and snigger. "Not my fault that you were too close," he murmured, massaging his own forehead.

Will pouted. "Mean."

Taking a moment to look around, Nico frowned. "What happened?" He looked down at himself and squeaked. "And WHY THE HELL AM I NAKED?!"

The blond's eyes became amused. He looked like he was holding back laughter. "We have to wait for Reyna to come up with some to your taste, angel. Your others are rather…incinerated."

Nico felt his cheeks grow warm. He wrapped the blankets nearest him around himself tightly. "You saw me?"

Chuckling under his breath, Will flopped down on his back, staring up at the ceiling painting of heroes past. His blue eyes were warm and thoughtful. "It's not like I haven't seen you before, angel," he said, chuckling as he earned a pillow to the face and a couple loud curses.

"Fucking dragon," Nico muttered under his breath, bright red and fuming.

"So I peeked once or twice," Will chuckled, voice muffled by the pillow. "I don't see the issue here, angel."

The phoenix bared his teeth down at his mate, keeping the pillow pressed down so that Will wouldn't see his flustered state. "Idiot," he snarled.

Will chuckled again and flipped them over suddenly, sitting as gently as he could on Nico's stomach and leaning over the man. Nico couldn't move for a moment, stunned and blinking. Then his mouth was occupied and he couldn't find it in himself to care about pushing the dragon off of him.

Will braced himself up, a hand at each side of Nico's head, disheveled hair blanketing them like black silk. He separated from their kiss slowly, face close and noses brushing when Nico finally let his eyes flutter back open.

"Will?" Nico wondered, slightly breathless.

Said blond smiled crookedly, but his eyes were clouded in deep thought. His eyes flickered down, towards the bite mark on Nico's shoulder. "I…" he breathed, fingers fluttering over the raised skin and making butterflies flutter in Nico's stomach. "I nearly lost you today."

Nico stilled, eyes fixed on Will's face. He noticed new little irregularities that hadn't been there the day before. Will had tiny scars littering his neck and chest, and even a faint one barely visible on his cheek.

"So did I," Nico murmured, tracing the pale lines with his eyes. There was a larger scar towards the bottom of the dragon's tan torso, twisting into his back and disappearing. Nico fought doing what Will was doing and tracing it with his fingers. "I don't know about you, but I feel I've had my fill of violence."

Will purred and kissed the top of the knight's head. "Took the words right out of my mouth, angel," he agreed.

He kissed Nico again, and a loud cough drew them apart a moment later. Will leaned back and revealed Reyna standing in the doorway, a bundle of clothes in the crook of her arm. Nico flushed, but Reyna didn't seem embarrassed at witnessing too full-grown men making out half-dressed in one of her palace beds. In fact, her eyes seemed to glimmer with a sort of contentedness, as though she were somehow pleased.

She held out the bundle in her arms. "I've brought his clothes," she announced.

Will smiled and got off of Nico, sliding from the bed to skip up to the queen of New Rome. He bowed as he accepted them. "Thank you, your highness."

Reyna waved it off. "It was my pleasure." She glanced up at Nico, who was sitting up with the blankets bunched up at his waist. She bowed slightly. "I hope to meet the two of you again one day, under friendlier circumstances."

Nico nodded. "I would like that," he said, voice croaky.

The queen nodded back with a small smile. She turned back to Will and tapped the pile of clothes in his arm with a finger. "There's a pair of pants for you in there, too," she told the dragon, eyes fierce. "I suggest you use them."

Will's eyebrows furrowed. "But I don't—"

Reyna cut him off. "You'll thank me for them later."

She left with a flourish of the cape.

Will blinked several times at the doorway, not seeming to comprehend what had happened. He turned and shared a look with Nico. "What was that?" he wondered, mouth set in a cute little frown.

Nico shrugged and shook his head.

Digging out the pair of pants that Reyna had mentioned from the pile of clothes, Will threw the rest of them over to the younger man and told him to get changed while he wasn't looking. While Nico hurriedly slipped into the offered clothes, his mate looked at his pants with puzzlement etched into his face.

Almost as soon as Nico was finished, Will barked out a short laugh, his face clearing up with understanding. "Seems like I really will need to thank her for this later," he murmured, almost too faint for Nico to hear.

"What?" Nico wondered, not understanding.

Will chuckled and walked over to Nico, taking his hand and gently leading him from the bed. He laid the pants down on the covers, something seemingly in his clenched fist. Nico stared down at it, bewildered.

"What is it, Will?" he asked, voice going up a notch. He glanced up and frowned. "You look deep in thought again."

"Do I?" Will inquired, not seeming like he was expecting an answer. His stare was intense, looking almost into Nico's soul. The shorter man fidgeted where he stood, hand tightening in the dragon's.

Nico bristled on reflex to the silence, embarrassment making his cheeks flare pink. "Just spit it out already!" he snapped, eyes glaring. "What is it?"

Will smiled slightly, but it seemed a tad nervous. "I love you," he said.

Nico's eyebrows furrowed. "Why does that—"

"Let me finish," the blond cut him off. He definitely looked embarrassed then.

Nico was about to continue with asking what the hell loving him had to do with what was on his mind, but then Will was sliding down to one knee and Nico's words died unsaid in his throat. His body went completely rigid, knowing what was going on before his mind could catch up with him.

Oh my gods he's not about to—

Will's smile melted until it was faint and crooked, trembling at the corner slightly. He opened up his fist, holding up a simple silver band with a single line of gold for the man above him to see.

"I love you," he repeated, blue eyes swimming with emotion. "I want to live with you forever, Nico di Angelo. I…" he cut himself off, looking sheepish. "I don't really have a speech prepared, but…well…" He glanced up at Nico through blond lashes, so uncertain that it made the knight's butterflies skitter throughout his body, settling in his heart and setting it aflutter. "Marry me?"

Nico couldn't breathe, certain his eyes were the size of dinner plates. He bit his lip, words still dead in his throat. His hand in Will's was trembling uncontrollably—but then again, so was Will's.

"Nico…?" Will's voice cut into his thoughts, so soft and uncertain. Nico's eyes fluttered back to his. Blond eyebrows were creased close together, the dragon's hand twitching back around the ring. "Should I have not mentioned…?"

Something wet slid down Nico's cheek, but before he could recognize it as tears he was at Will's level, arms thrown around the dragon's neck and head hiding in the crook where his bonding scar was, nose brushing it lightly.

Strong arms wrapped around him, and Nico found that he was trembling as much as his hand had been. Will burrowed his face into Nico's mark, breathing in deeply, scenting the skin there.

"Nico, angel…" Will's voice trailed off.

"Yes," Nico said, tone stronger than he was expecting. His arms tightened around his mate's. "Yes, I'll marry you. Yes."

A shudder went through the larger man's body, a sound of relief ripping from his throat like a ragged purr. He kissed Nico's mark, keeping the man close to him. "Thank the gods," he breathed, voice unsteady. "Thank you."

Nico felt himself relax in the dragon's arms, body jittery and heart thumping frantically. He drew back and kissed Will's cheek, replied with a solid kiss of the lips a moment later. A little laugh bubbled from his chest, the cold bite of the metal band sliding onto his ring finger.

Will held his hand between both of his, keeping it close to his chest. Nico found the man's heart racing just like his was.

The blond looked at Nico, eyes glimmering with unshed tears. He hurriedly blinked them away and grinned. "Next time we'll visit it'll be or the wedding, won't it?" he joked.

Nico laughed. "We'll have to tell my friends, then. Make sure they're in town for it."

"My friends as well, for sure," Will agreed. He trembled. "I'm a bundle of nerves right now, I'm sorry angel," he laughed unsteadily, bringing Nico's hand up to his lips and kissing it.

Nico fanned his face with his free hand, sure that he was dark red. "Oh gods, Hazel is going to freak out once she hears about this."

Will smirked. "Is that all you have to say, out of everything? I'm wounded, angel."

Nico couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Laugh it up, you idiot dragon, laugh it up.

As the years would run by, Nico would always have that snarky reply to anything the dragon did. At one time in their lives it had been an angry snap, an impatient reply to the dragon's annoying teasing and confusion. But then, and forevermore as love grew stronger, it would be known as a term of endearment between them. Nico's way of saying "I love you".

With a soft kiss from his dragon, Nico's problems washed away, any weight remaining stubbornly in his chest finally gone. Feeling like he was floating on clouds he curled his fingers into the curly blond hair of his fiancé and kissed back, the world around them fading into bliss.

Where there was once a knight preparing to slay the dragon before him now sat two men, deeply in love, feeling like they were ready to conquer the world. Two men, a white fire-breather and a black-fire bird, a son of Apollus and a son of Hadis, healing and death, sitting together in each other's arms, relaxed and happy to just be near the other. Opposites and yet, at the same time, not. In a way, they were exactly the same. But that didn't matter. All that mattered was that they were together, and they loved each other.

Everything else could wait.

And so lives the young legacy of the Sun-Breather and the Ghost Phoenix.

*End of Gwillym*

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Hey, all. I know you're probably happy/sad that this is over, depending on how you took me rebirthing Nico as a phoenix last chapter. However, I have good news for whoever's upset about this ending. I have some oneshots planned out for the after-story, and a sequel, in the future. (My friends kept begging for it—mainly CrazyCookieChick. You can thank her.)

Share your thoughts, don't be shy. I want to know all you want to see. What sort of oneshots do you have in mind? If I use yours and I didn't think of it already, I'll give credit to you. I swear it. Ask questions that were unanswered and I shall answer them, too. Unless if they'll be answered in the sequel.

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Love you all! I hope you enjoyed Gwillym!