Alright, the epilogue. I apologize because I'm sure some of this story made no sense. Fanfiction did some wierd crap and now where there should be little breaks cutting to a new scene, there aren't. I used to use little dashes (you might remember that) to signal a new scene, but as you can see below, I have to use periods because dashes don't appear anymore. So if you find something makes no sense (like two characters suddenly appear out of nowhere) it's probably a good idea to assume that I have cut to a new scene. (That goes for the whole story) I'll go back eventually and edit, but it actually does take a while to do that, especially when you're doing that for 26 chapters.

Anyways, here it is! Enjoy!

Epilogue

Four Months Later

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Will Vandom stood at the alter. For one of the first times in her life she felt flawless. She gazed into the audience at her four friends; the best friends she could ever ask for. Each accompanied by their date. Next to them sat hers, who shared a grin with her. She held the bouquet in her hand tightly as she turned to face her soon to be step father. Dean smiled back at her just as the piano set in and the bells chimed.

Every head in the church spun around to the front doors. In her elegant white gown that flowered slightly behind her, Susan Vandom stepped along the velvet carpet to the beat of the tune the piano was playing.

The bride met her groom at the alter and the priest began his monologue. Will thought back to the beginning this all began. Not just her mother's relationship with her teacher, but everything. From the day she became a guardian of the veil. The fought for months to rescue Elyon, only to have Nerissa arise as an enemy. After trapping the sorceress in her own septor, their break started. Again interrupted by another tragedy; the queen's kidnapping. And now, after nearly three years they were done with their journey. Well, that journey. She knew there was still so much to go through.

The words of the Priest seemed to only hit one ear and bounce back. Her thoughts took over everything she was hearing. Will looked down at the group of friends once again. Taranee, Will could tell was sure to keep Nigel in focus of the bride and groom, as they were both intently listening to the monologue. Will smiled when she noticed Nigel pulling the good old stretch trick to get his arm draped over Taranee's opposite shoulder.

Her focus then turned to Hay Lin, who's date was obviously Eric. Ever since the boy found out their secret, it only seemed to bring him closer to Hay Lin. Almost as if that very secret built something strong in their relationship, and honestly, Will wasn't going to question what the two shared. It was obvious that if they weren't as devoted to each other as she was to Matt, they were just as close. Only the pair was much less public than any of the other couples.

The sudden shuffling next to Eric caught Will's eye, and her attention was brought to Irma, and her date, Martin. Irma demanded that she brought him just as a friend, but it was hard not to notice the budding romance between the two. Martin made Irma smile like no one else the others knew of could. Right now, Irma was wearing that very grin.

It was hard not to notice Caleb and Cornelia. They had to be more in love than Dean and her mother were, Will thought. After all the had been through; the drama and tears, things were finally right between the two of them. After all, they hadn't bickered in over a day, a new record, Will realized. Caleb's arm was draped over Cornelia's shoulder, while his other hand held hers. Will couldn't help but smile when she looked at the pair.

And next to them. Matt was still giving her his boyish grin; the grin that always drew her to him. He looked amazing in his black button up polo and matching dress pants. Will would have kept up her fantasies if she hadn't heard the fateful words said at every wedding. "I do." her mothers voice rang.

The priest went on with a few more words, and then Susan and Collin had their lips pressed together. Will knew that was her cue to start back down the isle and off to the banquet. She felt Matt's hands slip into hers and his lips press onto her cheeks.

"You riding with me?" He asked.

Will nodded her head, "Of course."

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If you had asked me three years ago to describe my life in one word, I would have said unfair. After all, I was shipped to Hetherfield against my will. If you asked me now to describe my life using one word, I would tell you I couldn't. You can't describe my life in one word. Actually, I don't think anyone can think of just one word to describe their life. Look at my life, for example. I come to Hetherfield and make friends with four girls only because we had to get along. It took some time, but eventually we built up trust with each other. Sure, we had our disagreements, but there were these times where we felt like we couldn't trust anyone else in the world other than each other. In three short years, I've experienced embarrassment, emptiness, heartbreak, and betrayal. Sounds pretty unfair to me. But I've also experienced trust, friendship, and love. Still sound unfair? It doesn't to me. Now, try to fit all of those words into one. You can't do it. So, proving my point, there are so many experiences you go through, and so many things to understand that if you tried to answer, you would come up with a word that looks like this: ajskdnjal. It doesn't make sense, does it?

-Will Vandom

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I is for Irma? No, I is for ironic. Because that's exactly how everything's been for me lately. I used to hate that kid who sat in the front of the room trying get the teacher to love them. Trying to answer every question. Well, now I am that kid. It's not in that nerdy, dork way that Martin does it. I only do it because if I don't my grades are going to slip and I'll be stuck in grade ten again. But hey, it's summer school, so if I do that for the next ten days, it'll be done with and I can go back to slacking. Maybe if I'm lucky I'll get Professor Collins for history next year and he'll go easy on me since I'm his stepdaughters best friend. Wait, I'm not done. Yes, more totally ironic stuff I wouldn't have ever guessed would have happened. I think…I think I like Martin. Yeah! The kid I hate that sits at the front of the room. That's kind of who I was referencing. It's so embarrassing, but he gets me just as well as the girls…maybe even better. I told Cornelia first. She burst out laughing when I did, but somehow I felt I could trust her with it. That's the third part. Of all of them, I told Cornelia first. Unexpected? I sure think so. But like I said, I is so for Irony when it comes to me.

-Irma Lair

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I was looking at college brochures the other day with my friends. I've still got two years left, but Cornelia and Will have less than a year before they register. But still, looking at those brochures really got me thinking about what I'm going to do with my life. I have straight A's, highest marks in my class at everything, but I've never really thought about what I want to do. Maybe I would do good at accounting, or engineering of some sort. After thinking about all of my possible choices, I really, really think I want to teach. Maybe in middle school. I know I have the grades for it, and I do think I could do a great job. I want to share with people what I love, and that's learning. But I wouldn't be one of those boring teachers that gives you notes and hands out boring worksheets that no one likes. I would be the kind of teacher you would want to come to for advice. After all, if you knew my friends, you'd know that advice is something I should be filled with by now. And, of course, if the whole teaching thing doesn't work out at least I know I have a backup plan: Nigel is going to be a famous rockstar.

-Taranee Cook

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If you looked in the diary I kept when I was fourteen, you would have found an entry about five girls who were completely different being forced to work together. You would have noticed that I was the self-centered, stuck up one that wasn't all for the idea of working with those "Uncool losers." Yeah, I really wrote that about them. Of course I'm ashamed of who I was, but the fact is that I'm different now. Being best friends with those "Uncool losers" definitely changed me into someone I like a lot better. If you flipped a few pages after the beginning of that entry, you would have found a picture of a heart with the name "Vance Michael Justin" written neatly in it…and a few other hearts saying Miss Cornelia Vance Michael Justin Hale. A long name with absolutely no ring to it at all. Hey, give me a break, I was fourteen and had my fantasies. So getting on with my point, let's just say that if you looked in my diary now, you would have found that same entry about five totally different girls all having to work together. A bookworm, a frequent sarcasm user, an innocent artist, the new girl, and me. The entry would be a lot longer too. In fact, I bet it would have taken up the whole diary plus two more. It'd be talking all about how they really are the best friends I could ever have, even if their a complete nuisance sometimes. And as for the heart, yeah, it would still be there, except it would have the 'Caleb' etched into it, and my name would probably be thrown in there too.

-Cornelia Hale

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My name is Hay Lin. I am not tall, and I am not short. I am an artist. That's the un-detailed, inaccurate, un-everything story of my life! It just touches the surface of everything. Who is my art inspired by? If I'm not tall, and not short…how tall am I? The truth is, I don't really know who I am yet. I thought I did when it came to W.I.T.C.H. But now that it's all over, I don't really know what or who I am, or want to be. It's true, when they say it's hard to find yourself. Will says I'm smart, gentle, and honest. Irma called me the person every girl REALLY wishes they were, even if they don't admit it. Taranee nodded when Irma said that. I didn't know why they thought that at first, but then Cornelia explained it for me. She said I'm about the most real you can get, and boys like that about me. Even though that helped a lot in answering my question, I don't think it gave me a real answer. Don't worry though. I did find my answer when I was painting the other day. Most of it, at least. On my easel I had a picture of five girls, each was split in half. On one side of their body, they were normal girls, and on the other, they were these superheroes who fought to save the universe. In the center, there was the girl that Will called smart, gentle and honest. For the first time I saw her as an individual, different from everyone else. My name is Hay Lin. I am 5'4". I am a normal teenage girl, who also happens to be a guardian.

-Hay Lin

The End.

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I've enjoyed writing this story so much, and now that it's done I think I'm going to miss working on it a lot. But hey, who says this has to be my last W.I.T.C.H. fic? If anyone has requests or ideas for me, just let me know through personal message or in a review and I'll get back to you on the idea.

Well, this is goodbye for now, but I'm thinking I'll be back soon with a new story to share with you all!