Epilogue, by MissMouseMeg YES, I DID NOT WRITE THIS. MISSMOUSEMEG DID BECAUSE SHE'S REMARKABLY NOT LAZY AND I AM. I WANT YOU ALL TO COMMENT ABOUT HOW WONDERFUL THIS IS. GRACE IS MY NEW FAVORITE CHARACTER. DO IT. ~PIROKO HATAKE

Aly found herself standing in Dove's thrown room, along with Nawat, Numair, Alanna, and Daine. She chuckled lightly. "Well I guess we're back." She walked to Nawat and nestled her head in the crook of his neck. A small girl smiled at her from behind Nawat, brandishing a small dagger. Aly didn't hesitate a second before skipping around Nawat, drawing a dagger herself and eyeing the girl suspiciously.

Dove frowned and stepped between them. The girl looked at her, frowning suspiciously, and then smiled happily, and sheathed her dagger. "Aly, don't kill Grace. She has information for you." Dove looked at the girl, Grace, pointedly. "Grace don't be cruel. I won't invite you back if you are."

Grace smiled innocently, as her bell like voice chimed. "I wouldn't dare! I only want to meet her!" Grace grinned. "Alianne Crow, Spymaster to Queen Dovasary Balitang, I am pleased to officially meet you. I am Grace Mystica. It's an honor to meet you." She smirked. Grace walked confidently to the throne room door. Exiting, she smiled at everyone, and walked down the hall, assumedly in the direction of Aly's office.

Aly followed after her, suspiciously. Grace was waiting at the end of the hall. "What do you have to tell me?" Aly asked quietly. She didn't quite trust Grace yet. Not that anyone would blame her, because Grace was completely random, and completely unknown.

Grace frowned. "I forgot. But I do have some good info! That guy who kidnapped you? He's been castrated." Grace grinned viciously, laughing, quietly, manically. "And I helped!" Grace did a random cartwheel. Aly blanched as Grace barely missed a display case. "And I know who the Graveyard Hag was betting with." She paused and then ran off down the hall way, darting away. Aly frowned and walked off to her office. She was sure that her pack would find Grace. She only had to ask directions once, which made her happy.

Instead of her pack finding Grace, Grace found the pack, right in the middle of a meeting. The look on her face startled them. She was completely relaxed walking in and sitting on a table. "Duani is back." She said expectantly. This got the reaction she expected. They looked at her for a moment, then half of them raced down the hallway, the other half turning on her with suspicion. She laughed elegantly. Just then Aly got to the room.

"What's going on?" she asked tiredly. It had been a long day. Grace smiled at Aly, and whispered in her ear. Aly's face turned red. "She was betting with WHO???"

Grace smiled a horrific smile and walked to the table. "The Graveyard Hag was betting with Mithros!" Grace smiled at the reaction in the room, and wandered down the hall. As she found her way to where Bastard was kept, she heard a slight whimper. Looking around the corner she saw him cowering in a corner. "I've come to spring you." She said. So I can kill you myself, She thought lightly. But it had the wanted effect. Bastard stopped whimpering and straightened up. Standing he loomed over her easily enough. She smiled, her slight figure swishing suggestively.

Bastard smiled and followed after her. "I like you girl. You're mine now."

Grace giggled. Walking in silence, Grace led him to an abandoned alley. Turning on him she smiled. He took it as an invitation, and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her to him. "Come on baby, show papa what you can do."

After torturing him thoroughly, she slit his throat, smiling at his agonized, empty stare. "You can't hurt anyone anymore." She whispered in his unhearing ear. Losing interest, she left the alley. Grace wasn't seen again, for many years.

A few days later the biggest news around the city was that the Queen was back to normal. Some lesser news was that a ma had been found in an alley, cut to shreds, and left to rot. Some people thought the two things related. Mostly people were just curious to the man's Identity. In the Queens Throne room,
everybody was rejoicing. From the shadows, Grace watched in pride at her friends. She turned and disappeared.