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I should probably warn you that I think this is the end of my writing spree... so the next chapter may take a while. Also, I've got GCSEs coming up in less than a month now, so writing will be a lot slower.

Anyway, now that I've got that out of the way...

IMPORTANT: I noticed that a few people were confused about the last line of the previous chapter. It was in fact Jamie who called Jack's name, I just put it on a new line for dramatic effect - I've now changed that to make it clearer, as many of you thought it was someone else and were wondering who. Sorry, I did do the thing where you don't put speech marks at the end of the previous paragraph to show that it's still the same person speaking, but I now realize that it doesn't work with small lines - it only works with large chunks. But, I know now, so I won't be making that mistake again ;) Sorry about that little confusion, and I hope I've cleared it up for you...

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silent song of shadows: Sorry, the person who called Jack's name was Jamie :( As for Bunnymund... I'm fairly sure he'll be too occupied with Pitch to do anything to me :D mwa ha ha!

rachealninja10: I wasn't sure what to write for the name of Cluedo... everyone I know calls it Cluedo, but I've heard that in America it's called 'Clue'... Though I've been trying to be accurate with where the characters are from ect (eg, if the character is American I try to remember to write what an American would say (eg 'mom' instead of 'mum')), but I really wasn't sure about Cluedo... please can you help me out there? As for Jack... well, you'll just have to find out what happens in the next chapter :D

Kentario: Sorry, the person who called Jack's name at the end of the last chapter was just Jamie... sorry about the confusion... Also, as for the writing speed, I'm afraid I've just been on a writing spree. I've never written so fast in my life! Normally I aim for a chapter a week, but recently due to exams ect, that plan has been tossed out the window... not literally. So, sorry about that... :( On the bright side *sarcasm*, I've put some more emotional parts in this chapter, so you'll be receiving even more feels! I do hope I don't turn anyone into an emotional wreck...

Chapter 37 - The Brink of Death

Tara's POV

I opened my eyes, sat up, and looked around. I was back in my room at the Pole, I wasn't in any kind of pain, and I was the only person in the room.

I gave a sigh of relief. The attacks, dying... It had all been a dream - or rather, a nightmare.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and got up. I then frowned. Hadn't I forgotten something?

I blinked, and looked down at my ankle. I had momentarily forgotten about it being broken, but now, it didn't even hurt. I moved my foot experimentally. No pain, nothing - it moved fine. It was like it had never been broken.

I frowned. I hadn't figured out my centre, so how could it have healed so quickly?

That thought was pushed from my mind, however, when Jack entered the room.

I raised my eyebrows, smiling at him. "Ever heard of knocking? I could have been naked in here, for all you knew," I joked.

He didn't reply, and I caught a glimpse of his expression. He looked... broken. He looked as though all the light had left the world, leaving him alone in a dark, miserable place. I had never seen him so sad, and it broke my heart to see him like this.

"Jack, what's wrong?"

He didn't answer; he didn't even look at me. Instead, he gazed at the bed behind me. He blinked back tears, before taking a deep breath and walking to the bed.

I walked forward to intercept him. "Jack, please, tell me what's wrong, tell me how I can help you!"

Again, he didn't acknowledge my presence - he kept walking towards me.

And then he walked straight through me.

I gasped as a hollow, empty feeling washed over me. I turned, wide eyed in shock, to watch as he sat down in a chair by the bed.

"What the...?" I muttered, when I saw the bed.

I was lying on the bed, unconscious, covered in blood, and quite clearly dying. But how was that possible? I was standing here, watching - how could I be in two places at once?

Jack reached out, and took the hand of the girl in the bed. When he did so, my own hand felt cold, almost as though he was holding my hand.

I then realized what was happening. I had heard of out-of-body-experiences. Surely, that was what I was experiencing? My body was on the bed - I was dying - but my mind was elsewhere, watching the scene as though from the outside.

It made sense. It would explain why Jack couldn't see me.

"Tara," he said, quietly.

I turned to look at him, as he thought about what he wanted to say.

"I've heard that... when someone's dying... their sense of hearing is the last thing to go. If that's true, then... I guess that means you can hear me." He took a deep breath, blinking back tears. "I hope you can hear me. There's just so much that I... that I want to say."

He paused, thinking about where to start. "We found your note. The yetis are readying the sleigh as we... I mean, as I speak... and we'll be travelling to Burgess, which is where Sandy is, as soon as it's ready." He sighed. "I wish that I could be on two places at once. I wish I could stay here, with you, and go with the others to save Sandy. But I can't, and... I don't know what to do."

He chuckled, bitterly, and shook his head. "What am I saying? Of course I know what to do. You said in your note that you wanted me to go and help Sandy, and that's what I'll do. I just... I don't want to leave you here, to die alone. The thought of doing so, it... it tears me apart. But I'd feel the same way if I decided to stay."

A ghost of a smile played across his lips. "You know me so well - I'm guessing that you knew that I'd feel this way. That's why you told me what you wanted me to do, in your letter. It doesn't make the pain any less, but it helped me make the decision - and for that... thank you."

He paused again. "I... What you did for me back there, taking the sword for me, dying for me... I..."

He faltered, closing his eyes for a moment, before opening them again. They were uncertain, unsure of how to word what he was feeling.

"A part of me tells me that I should thank you for what you did," he started to explain. "After all, you did save my life - and at the cost of your own. But... it doesn't seem like the right thing to say - it feels like I would be saying that I'm happy you're dying, which couldn't be further from the truth. If I'm honest, I wish you hadn't done it. I wish I were the one dying, instead of you. You have never deserved this - it's just so unfair.

"But then again," Jack continued, "if I were the one dying, then you'd be the one sat here, grieving. And I wouldn't wish this pain on anyone - especially not you. So I don't know what to think.

"To be honest, I wish I had never left you alone - I wish I'd been there to protect you when the Nightmares attacked the Pole. But I wasn't there - I failed to protect you when you needed me most and now..." He choked on a sob, bowing his head, "and now, because of my decisions, you're dying. For that, I can never forgive myself - but I also want you to know how sorry I am. I know saying 'sorry' isn't going to change anything, but at least... at least you'll know that I never wanted this. If I had known what would happen, then I wouldn't have left you, I would have stayed at your side. If I could change the past, then I would.

"I want nothing more than for you to live - for us both to live, for us to have a future together. I'd give anything for that future." He gave a bitter smile. "You know, if we had both gotten through this alive, I think that, one day - obviously not for a few years, we wouldn't want to take things to fast - I... I would have asked you to marry me. If you said yes, then who knows - maybe we could have had a kid, perhaps even several kids. If that was what you wanted, that is."

I raised a hand to my mouth to stifle the sob that threatened to escape. Tears were falling from my eyes, and I wasn't sure if it was from the joy I felt from knowing that Jack loved me so much, or if it was because of the sorrow, the pain and the sense of loss that overwhelmed me from knowing that it could never happen.

"I'll never forgive Pitch for taking those opportunities, those possible futures, away from us," Jack continued, with tears in his own eyes. "I'll never forgive him for taking you away from me. If I get the chance... I think I may well kill him. God, I want to kill him - I've never truly wanted to kill a man before. Does the fact that I want to kill him make me a bad person? I don't know what to think anymore. I... I'm lost without you. I don't want to live without you."

He paused. "I want you to know that, no matter how much this hurts, I don't regret a single moment of loving you. Our love... it's completed me. If I'd never met you, there'd always be a part of me that was missing. And I... I want to thank you, for everything. Every moment we shared, everything you've done for me... everything."

He reached out and brushed a few strands of hair away from my face - or the face if my body, anyway. As he did so, I felt a ghost of a touch, and as he gazed at me, I saw that his eyes, though sad, were full of love.

"I love you," he told me. "I love you more than I've ever loved anything - I love you more than I ever believed possible. I'll never stop loving you - even after a million years, if I live that long, I'll still love you. No one can ever change that, no one can ever make me stop loving you." He gave a small chuckle. "I'm trying, and failing to tell you how much I love you - but the problem is, words can't describe it. Then again, I guess you already know - you do feel the same way about me, after all. So, you must know how much I love you."

Tears continued to fall silently down my face as I listened to him telling me all this. I too wished that the future he had described could happen, I too had no regrets about our love. It also hurt, hearing Jack blame himself for everything when none of it was his fault.

There was a knock on the door, and Tooth entered the room.

"It's time to go," she told Jack.

He nodded, and gazed at me. "Goodbye," he said. The word came out as barely a whisper, and it sounded as though he had had to force it out.

He then bent, and planted a soft kiss on my body's lips. I closed my eyes, and could almost feel his lips on mine.

He whispered in my ear - or rather the ear of my body, though I still heard the words, "I love you."

"I love you too," I told him, even though I knew he couldn't see me.

He and Tooth left, and I followed them out. I followed them to the sleigh, and watched as it took off.

"Be careful," I whispered as they did so. Once I could no longer see the sleigh, I retreated to the main part of the building.

I wandered the corridors of the Pole, which was empty, save for the elves and the yetis. I avoided them, not wanting to be walked through. I didn't want any more reminders of my situation.

I reached the Globe Room, and stood out on the balcony, looking up at the stars. The sky was beautiful. If I was going to die now, alone, then I wanted this to be my last sight. That way I might have at least some peace.

I looked up at the moon, which seemed to be shining brighter than ever.

"Can you see me?" I asked. "You seem to see and know everything else..."

No reply. Then again, from what I had heard, he never had spoken to people that often.

Suddenly, I heard a sound from behind me, like stone grinding against stone. I turned to see that, inside the workshop, beneath the window in the ceiling that allowed the moon to shine through, a dais had risen from the ground. On top of the dais was a large, blue crystal, in which an image had formed.

I blinked. I knew what, or rather who, the image was, but I didn't know what it meant.

The girl that it showed... She looked like me, but yet, she wasn't me. There was something different about her - besides the proud way in which she held herself, the confidence and lack of fear in her stance. Though she looked like me, she clearly wasn't me - I looked mortal, yet there was a massive giveaway that this girl was not.

"I don't understand," I spoke aloud, to no one in particular. "What does this mean?"

"This was my plan," answered a vaguely familiar voice. "My plan for you, Tara Lumen."

A man stepped out of the shadows. He looked about twenty-five, though given that I was living in a world of immortals, that was no indication of his real age. His hair was white - not like the hair of an elderly person, but much like Jack's hair, though this man's hair was very neatly styled in a way Jack's could never be. His eyes, which were the same silver-color as Daniel's, looked old, as though they had seen enough to fill a million lifetimes. He wore a crisp, white suit, and he carried a, tall, smooth white staff, that was topped with a ball of swirling energy.

I then remembered why I recognized his voice. 'Be strong, Tara Lumen. There are hard times ahead, and for that I am sorry.'

You," I realized. "You're the one who warned me, when I came back to life on the lake, that the following days would be hard." I paused. "Are you... Are you the Man in the Moon?"

"Yes," he replied. "I am."

"Is that why you can see me?"

A slight smile of bitter amusement played about his lips. "Actually, I can't see you. Since I made you immortal, I've had a telepathic link with you - as I have with everyone I bring back. I can merely hear your thoughts and see what you are seeing - from that, I can guess where you are standing."

"Right..."

He bowed his head. "I apologize for what you've been through. I knew, as I can see small amounts of the future, that you would suffer before things got better, but I never foresaw this. Even with my experience of the many changing versions of the future, this was not one I could have predicted. Then again, Eros never has been predictable."

"Are you saying that, if it weren't for him, I would have come out of that fight unharmed?"

"It was most likely, yes. The worst that would have happened would have been the loss of a limb - which I'm sure you'll agree is better than death."

A fresh sense of loss washed over me. If it hadn't been for Eros, I could still have had a long, happy life with Jack. But now, that chance was gone. And thinking of lost chances...

I approached the dais. "What did you mean when you said that this was your plan for me?"

"I take it they never explained this to you," the Man mused, gesturing towards the dais.

"No... I've never seen this before."

"You wouldn't have done. I haven't used it since... It must have been just short of nineteen years ago now."

"So... What does it do?" I was, if possible, even more confused.

"I use it when I choose a new Guardian, to show the others who I have chosen."

At first, I didn't realize what he was getting at. Then it hit me. "Hang on... You can't possibly mean... me."

"Why not?" The Man gazed at me, seemingly perplexed, as though his suggestion had been a completely reasonable one.

"Well, for one, in case you hadn't noticed, I'm dying. Secondly, I'm not a Guardian - I'm-"

"Kind to everyone, a fighter who doesn't give up easily, and someone who puts others before themself," the Man finished.

"I'm not a Guardian," I told him. "Guardians are strong - I'm not - they're believed in - I'm definitely not - they don't have many weaknesses - I have loads - they-"

"You don't give yourself enough credit," the Man chuckled. "You are strong - stronger than most girls your age. You will be believed in, and as for weaknesses, you will be surprised how many the Guardians have."

"But still, I... I haven't got what it takes! I'm not a Guardian!"

"You know, Jack Frost said the exact same thing when he was chosen. He had different reasonings, but his words were the same - 'I'm not a Guardian.' Look at him now."

"That's different. Jack is-" I cut myself off before I started listing all the qualities that made up the boy I loved. "He is a Guardian."

"So are you. You care about the children, do you not?" the Man pointed out. "After all, you did die the first time to save two of them."

"Well... Yes, I care about the children, but... Mel and Cassie were my friends - that's different."

"The child Jack Frost died to save was his sister. Does that make him any less a Guardian?"

"Of course not!" I cried, surprised that he'd suggest such a thing.

"Then what's so different about you saving Cassandra and Melody? How does that make you not a Guardian?"

I didn't have an answer to that, and he knew it. But I still didn't believe that I could be a Guardian.

"Tara, it's your destiny," he told me. "Every future I foresaw showed you as a Guardian."

"But-"

"Remember what your mother told you - 'no matter how dark life gets, there's always some light.' Pitch did show you, didn't he?"

I nodded.

"Tara, she named you 'Tara Lumen', meaning 'starlight', for a reason. Pitch Black, your father, is the darkness - you are the light. There is always light, no matter where you are - even the night sky isn't completely dark, as the stars are always there. You worry that you, as his daughter, are in some way like him, but in fact those worries couldn't be more baseless. Through creating you, Pitch didn't create a similar entity, he-"

"He created his opposite," I realized.

The Man nodded. "Your mother knew this."

"How?" I asked.

He frowned. "You don't know?"

I shook my head. "I saw it from Pitch's point of view, and he thought... Well I also thought... We thought that what she said was just the normal sort of encouraging thing any mother would say. After all, she said that I would make her proud and other such things."

"But she never said how she knew?" The Man looked confused.

"Well... I think she whispered something to me - that is, baby me - but Pitch never heard, therefore I didn't hear either."

"That would explain why he never seemed to see you as much of a threat," the Man realized.

"Why, what did she say?"

"Remember," he instructed. "Think, hard. It shouldn't be too difficult, given that Pitch showed you his point of view."

I closed my eyes and did as I was told, and after a moment, I was hit by a vivid flashback.

The woman cradled me in her arms and smiled lovingly down at me.

"Hello," she said softly, gazing into my eyes. "Hello, Tara Lumen."

Who was this woman? I thought for a moment, before realizing. This woman was my mother. I attempted to communicate back to her, to say 'hello' back, but all that came out was a happy gurgle.

"Your name means 'starlight', did you know that?" my mother told me. "No matter how dark life gets, there's always some light - you remember that, Tara. Because one day your father will find you, but you won't be fooled like I was. No, you'll beat him, Tara, and you'll make me proud."

Where was my father? Weren't fathers supposed to be good, like my mother was? Why was she telling me to 'beat him'? He must be a bad man...

"You'll get a good job, do good things, and you'll find a guy who's worth your love, who loves you back. Everything I did wrong, you'll do right. How do I know that?"

She leant and whispered in my ear. "The moon told me so."

I opened my eyes, bringing myself crashing back to the present with a gasp of surprise. I looked at the Man.

"You... You saw my future... And you told her?!"

He nodded, calmly. "Yes, I did."

"But that means..."

I thought about her words, the things she said I'd do. I certainly try to 'do good things', and I hope that I succeed; Jack was definitely worth my love, and he definitely loved me back; and Pitch had found me, but he hadn't fooled me. All the things she said had come true, besides the part about me beating Pitch, and the part about the 'good job'.

Everything else had been true, so maybe... Maybe the Man was right. Maybe I was a Guardian.

However, there were still a few problems. "I'm still dying though - and I'm not even fully immortal!"

"That," the Man said sharply, bringing us back to reality, "is why I am here." He turned to leave the room. "Walk with me."

I hurried to follow. "Where are we going?"

"Your bedroom."

I gave him a surprised, and slightly hopeful, look. "Can you save me?"

He shook his head. "No, I can't - one can only be brought back from the dead once. However, I believe that your full transformation will heal your wounds - in the same way that transforming from mortal to immortal does. However, if this is the case, then in your weakened state you will need to draw power from somewhere - that 'somewhere' being me."

"But I can't make my full transformation until I know my centre!" I pointed out.

"That is why you have to figure it out, before it's too late."

"But I've been trying to for days! I have no clue what it is - I'm beginning to wonder if I even have one."

"Believe me, Tara, you have one. It's not difficult to work out, either."

"Hang on - you know what it is!" I realized.

"Of course."

"Then please, tell me."

"I can't," he sighed in exasperation. "Tara, your centre isn't something you can be told, it's something you have to work out for yourself."

"But I can't-"

"You can." We were now inside my bedroom, and he stopped, turning to face me and giving me a stern look. "Trust me, when you realize what it is, you're going to be kicking yourself, wondering how on Earth you didn't see it before."

I thought about it. What sort of things had I done that could be classed as Guardian-like, that might tell me my centre? I had died, but that didn't help much. What about when I made those kids believe... Belief maybe?

Nothing happened. Annoyed, I slumped onto the bed, glaring at the body that lay there. I felt tired, and I wished that I could go to sleep.

"Tara!"

The Man's panicked voice brought me sharply back to the present. I was still sat on the bed, but I realized that I had been close to dozing off. But why was he panicked? Then I realized - going to sleep would be the same as accepting my fate, lying down and dying. I wouldn't wake up.

"Tara, don't give up now!"

I looked down at myself to see that my form no longer looked solid. Though it never had been solid as such, it had still looked it - but now I looked a little transparent, like some kind of ghost.

"I'm fading," I realized. "My time's almost up."

"No, it's not - not if you think, Tara."

I had almost forgotten the Man's presence, but he was now looking determinedly at me, as though decided that I was not going to die.

"But I don't-" I started.

"Tara, what is the one thing that for you've always wanted, for your whole life? That when you met Jack Frost, you received for the first time - that he gave you?"

"Love?" I guessed, thinking of Jack.

He shook his head. "No, no, besides that. What did you think you had lost when Pitch framed you? What did you try to protect, despite this, while you were in Burgess? What did you die for?"

"I didn't die for anything that could be a centre!" I objected. "I died to protect Cassie and Mel, and to remain loyal to the Guardians! That's not a centre."

"Tara, that's the key! What do you care about more than anything else, what is it you died protecting that night, what you're dying again to protect? What have you always deemed more important than even your own life? What would you do anything to protect?"

"Besides my friends, nothing." I slumped. Whatever the Man thought it was, it clearly didn't exist - there was nothing that fit everything he was saying. I didn't have a centre.

"Tara, come on, you're so close, don't give up!"

But I was beyond that. I looked down at myself to see that I was now barely tangible. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to drift back into my body.

I could still hear the Man's voice, trying to get me to realize my centre, but I could no longer understand his words.

I thought of each of my friends in turn, thinking of ways that, if I could, I would say goodbye. Finally, I thought of Jack.

'Thank you,' I thought. 'You were the first and best friend I ever had, and I just want to thank you for... everything. For being there for me, for our love, for our friendship, for everything. Thank you.'

I was almost gone. I felt as though my body was suddenly an anchor to the world, one that I could let go of. I could see a light...

Which then vanished, as a thought struck me.

What had I just thought I wanted to say to Jack?

'You were the first and best friend I ever had.'

'Thank you ... for our friendship.'

Suddenly, everything the Man had been saying made sense. The one thing I had wanted, all my life. The thing that Jack gave to me - he became my friend. When Pitch framed me, I thought that I had lost my friends, but even so, I still tried to help them by making the children believe in them. I then died protecting my friends - both by physically protecting Cassandra and Melody, and by remaining loyal to the Guardians and refusing to betray them. Since then, I've been putting my friends before myself - not telling them about my nightmares, so that I didn't worry them; attempting to kill myself to break Pitch's control on my mind, so that I wouldn't hurt any of my friends; fighting the Nightmares that were invading the Pole, even though I was almost certain I would die, because I knew that if I didn't, they would destroy Christmas, the children would stop believing in the Guardians and Pitch would kill them. I saw keeping them safe as more important than staying alive, and I would do anything to protect them.

Friendship. That was my centre.

The darkness of my mind was filled with a white light, like starlight. I could feel myself changing, becoming the girl I had seen in the crystal in the Globe Room, and I could feel the pain fade away as my wounds healed.

I sat up and opened my eyes. "Friendship," I muttered. "Friendship is my centre. How the hell didn't I figure that out before? I am such an idiot!"

The Man, who looked extremely relieved, gave me a weak smile. "I told you you'd kick yourself when you figured it out."

I laughed, and then got off the bed. Someone had taken off my shoes, so I retrieved them and put them on. I then found a mirror and looked at my reflection.

"What do you think?" the Man asked, gesturing at the mirror.

"I look... different," I replied. "But... I don't think I mean that in a bad way."

In truth, I didn't actually look that much different. There was only one noticeable change and... I actually quite liked it. I turned to get a better look, and frowned.

"I shouldn't worry about that," the Man chuckled, seeing my reaction to the state of my jumper and sensing my worry for the state of my clothing underneath it.

"How on Earth am I supposed to get clothes to fit round these?!" I moved the new limbs experimentally for emphasis. "My jumper looks like it's about to fall off - it's torn to shreds!"

"Well you could always walk around topless..." the Man joked.

I glared at him.

He chuckled. "It's alright, I imagine that with a few alterations you'll be able to sort it out. On a new jumper that is - that one is clearly ruined."

"Clearly," I muttered.

I grabbed some fresh clothes and a pair of scissors, before going into the bathroom to clean myself up and alter my clothes so that they fit.

After having sorted out an outfit to wear, I returned to the Globe Room, where the Man stood, waiting.

I turned on the spot so that he could see what I'd done. "Do you think this'll be okay for now? I was kind of in a hurry, so I think this is the best I can do but-"

"It's fine," he reassured.

I smiled in relief. "Thanks."

"Although," he mused, "there's still one thing missing..." He held out my belt and sword. "You're going to need these."

I took them and threaded the belt onto my jeans. "Better?" I asked.

He nodded, smiling. "Better."

I was about to say something else, when I noticed something glowing out of the corner of my eye. I looked round to see what it was, and came face to face with my own reflection. It was then that I realized that my necklace was glowing.

My first thought was 'didn't Pitch take that off?' My second thought was remembering that it only glowed when my life was in danger.

I drew my sword and looked around for the danger, but I couldn't see anything.

The Man also looked around, puzzled. "That necklace glows when you're in mortal danger, doesn't it?"

I nodded. "But I don't see anything!"

"Neither do I." The Man glanced at me and frowned. "It's not just your necklace that's glowing - look!"

I examined one of my hands and discovered that I was also glowing.

"What on Earth...?" I murmured.

Realization dawned on the Man. "It seems your transformation reversed its power."

I frowned. "What does that mean?"

"You'll find out soon enough," he replied, cryptically. He took a step back. "God speed, Tara Lumen. And good luck."

Suddenly, the light consumed me. There was a white flash of light, and at the last moment, I realized what the Man must have meant, and prepared myself for what would surely happen next...

So, what did you guys think? Did I have you believing that I would actually kill Tara off? What do you think the Man in the Moon meant about the necklace's power being 'reversed' by Tara's transformation? What do you think Tara has become? What did you think of Tara's centre? Tell me!

Talking of Tara's centre, though none of you guessed it was friendship, many of you did think of something that (much like Pitch's guess of loyalty) is a part of Tara's centre - you can judge for yourself which of these play a part in friendship, but in a way, I think they all do in some shape or form. Here's what you guessed (those of you who told me what you guessed): freedom, bravery, courage, loyalty, humility, modesty and sacrifice.

Also, there are a couple of songs that I was reminded of when I wrote Jack's goodbyes... These songs are 'Lucy' by Skillet and 'If I Never Knew You' from the Disney film 'Pocahontas'. I also realised that, at the end of chapter 35, I forgot to post a link to a video with the line from Moulin Rouge that I used - which I meant to do - so I've put it here. The line is 'today's the day when dreaming ends' and is at 1:44. I'm afraid I couldn't find a video with the actual scene, so it's just the audio with pictures.

I've given you some links, and I've tried a new method of giving them, as advised by rachealninja10 (thanks :) ) - I don't know if it will work, but if it does, you should just be able to take out the spaces. If it doesn't work, the end part of the address (starting with '/watch?v=') should still be okay, so just copy and paste that after the YouTube address as usual.

'Lucy' by Skillet:
 www . youtube watch?v=d7sjrjiOYYQ

'If I Never Knew You' from 'Pocahontas' (scene):
 www . youtube watch?v=KiuBw_kj1-U

'If I Never Knew You' from 'Pocahontas' (lyrics):
 www . youtube watch?v=ZHwUTr1mGY4

'Today's the day when dreaming ends' line from Moulin Rouge (Fool to Believe/The Show Must Go On):
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