A/N: This chapter is not a part of the actual story, but rather a chapter that is a tribute to Donna. It's full of little moments in Donna's past that are significant and/or special to me. Some are VERY short, under 100 words, even, but they've all been combined into one big chapter. I still feel REALLY bad about killing her, so this is sort of my way of apologizing to her. Just so you're aware, I have published my website with pictures of the characters. The link is on my profile, if you're interested. Just so you're not confused, Selina and Greg are Donna's parents.

Warnings: A little sad at the end, since there's a scene with Donna's parents after they find out what happened. Possible spoilers for a sequel-UH, I MEAN . . . okay, you got me. : / There's going to be a sequel. The title has been picked and chapter one has been written, so as soon as this story is finished, the sequel will be started. Previews may start in Mooshu, or I might be evil and wait until Dragonspyre.

Note: SuperYuuki still has Writer's Block, but she is working on chapter 39.

Moment One: Four Hours

Selina stared down at the baby in her arms. It was a girl, one with big brown eyes and a tiny bit of fuzzy red hair. As the baby squirmed a little bit, trying to look behind her, Selina laughed.

"What should we name her," Greg asked his wife, smiling at his one day old daughter. Selina thought.

"Donna. It sounds like a happy, energetic name, and that's what she'll probably be someday. I know it." Donna squeaked softly, staring curiously at her mother. Both of her parents laughed as she watched them.

Moment Two: Six Months

"WAAAAAAH!" The wail came from Donna's bedroom. Immediately, Greg stood and hurried inside, expecting to see her crying and leaning against the crib. She'd probably banged her head again . . .

"Selina? Come here. Now."

"What happened? Is she okay?"

"Just come here. Bring your camera." He spoke quietly and slowly, as if he didn't want to startle Donna. Selina rushed inside in a panic, sure that something had happened to her daughter. Instead, she laughed. Donna was standing in her crib, holding on to the railing. Tears were pouring from her eyes.

"I guess she forgot how to get back down," Selina suggested, walking over to the crib to pick up her daughter.

Moment Three: One Year

"Donna, come here," Selina called from her seat in the garden. Donna was sitting a little ways away, playing with something. She didn't move, but looked up. She looked past Selina, looked past the garden, and over to the butterfly feeder.

"Buffwy," she exclaimed, pointing to the feeder. Selina looked. There was indeed a butterfly there, an enormous red one.

"Greg! Donna said her first word!" Her husband ran over.

"What did she say? Mama? Dada?"

"No, she said 'butterfly!'" He looked at his daughter strangely. The one year old laughed and clapped her hands.

Moment Four: Five Years

"Have fun, Donna!" Selina waved to her daughter as she entered her classroom. The teacher, Miss Redflame, took Donna's hand and led her into the classroom. It was Donna's first day of pre-magic school. As her daughter disappeared into the classroom, Selina sighed. Everything was going by so quickly; it seemed like only a day ago that Donna had stood up in her crib. Very soon, she would be going to Ravenwood, and then she might not see her daughter again for a long, long time.

Moment Five: 10 Years

Selina stared tearfully at the bed. The Theurgist Department had promised that Donna would live, but after the brutal, out-of-control fire started on her pant leg had most likely left her leg permanently damaged. The Theurgists had said that Donna might never walk again. The parents of the four boys were under serious pressure from the media, who called them "Parents of Murderers" and "Irresponsible." They weren't dealing with it well. The boys were being put on trial, regardless of age, and would most likely be sent to prison for several years. Nothing could compensate for what had been done, though. Donna was a child who loved to run, to play, to sing and dance in the rain. She might never be able to do the things she loved. The girl in question raised her head.

"Mom?" Her voice was hoarse and soft, nothing like it had been just days before, the day she'd danced in the rain for the last time. "Can I have some water?"

"Of course, baby. Here." She poured a glass of water and handed it to Donna, who gulped at it thirstily. She smiled. It was a weak, wobbly smile, but a smile nonetheless.

"Thanks. When can I get up?" Her face was so expecting, so curious that it broke Selina's heart. She knew that at some point, she'd have to tell Donna the news.

"Well . . . the Theurgists have run some tests, and they think . . . they think . . . "

"That I won't be able to stand again, right?" She stared at her daughter, shocked. Donna's face was still bright and inquisitive, not showing a trace of sadness or disappointment. Slowly, she nodded. Donna smiled again. "Sure I will! I bet I can right now. Remember when I was really little, and I stood up in my crib months before I should have been able to?"

"Yes . . . "

"If I can stand up at six months old, I can stand up now. Watch!" She threw back her sheets, a look of determination and excitement on her face. Selina winced as the burn on her right leg was visible, a long, angry red blister that covered her leg from the thigh to the ankle. Donna swung her legs off the bed and gripped the I.V. tightly, took a deep breath, and slid off the bed. Her legs supported her. She was wobbly on her feet, true, but she was standing. "Now I'm going to walk." She took a hesitant step forwards, still using the I.V. for support, and then another step. And another. And another. Soon, she was slowly walking in a circle around the room. The ten year old laughed, smiling brightly at her mother, who was crying tears of happiness. The door was flung open, and three Theurgists, followed by Greg, ran into the room. Donna turned her brilliant smile towards them.

"How in the Spiral-" one of the Theurgists started, gaping at her.

"Look, Dad, I'm walking! They said I wouldn't ever walk, but I am anyways!" Donna's laugh was genuine, untainted by sadness. The injured young girl was purely happy, smiling like she'd just met her greatest idol. However, the Theurgists noticed something, and they regrettably pointed it out to Donna and her parents.

"My dear, I'm afraid you have a limp. I doubt it will ever go away," the head Theurgist told her gently. Donna shrugged.

"I don't care! I can still dance with a limp. I'll be a butterfly with a broken wing. I can still fly, just not quite as high." Selina stared at her daughter, still crying joyful tears. For an 11 year old, she was acting surprisingly mature and uncaring. She had no doubt that Donna would become a very important and powerful girl one day.

Moment Six: 17 Years

The Dragonflames stared up at the stage, smiling joyfully. Donna stood on it, and next to her was the old Headmaster.

"Donna Dragonflame, do you swear to protect the Spiral, to use your magic for good purposes only, and to honor the name of our school?" Donna's answer was firm, unhesitating, and clear.

"I do."

"Then I name you Donna Dragonflame, Legendary Pyromancer of Ravenwood!" The Commons erupted into cheers, applauding her hard work and success. Greg hugged his wife, and they wove their way through the crowds to the edge of the stage. Donna laughed happily, clapping as though she were a young child still. She waved to her parents, her smile shining brighter than the sun. They would always be proud of their brave little girl, no matter where she went or how long she stayed away. They would always love her.

Moment Seven: 18 Years

Selina sat in the dim living room, the curtains drawn against the glare of the midday sun. She sighed as she stared at the picture of Donna on the wall. Her daughter had been gone almost a year, now, and she was beginning to wonder if Donna was ever coming back. She sighed as Greg entered the room.

"Still sitting there," he asked. Selina had vowed not to leave the living room until Donna returned home from her perilous journey. The woman nodded tiredly. A whole year, and she hadn't left the room once. "Well, I've got to go to work, so be careful, okay? Here's your lunch." He set down a bowl of chicken noodle soup, some crackers, a bowl of salad, a spoon, and a fork. "I'll be back later." He turned and left the house, leaving her alone.

-20 MINUTES LATER-

Selina took the last bite of her salad before setting aside the bowl. She wiped her fingers on a napkin and settled back in her chair to wait. Suddenly, she heard a knock.

"Come in," she called softly. The knob turned, and the door was pushed open. In the doorway, a tall girl stood, silhouetted by the daylight. "Donna? . . . Is that you?" The girl took a few steps forwards . It was Alexandra Firesong.

"Hey, Mrs. D.," she said quietly.

"Alexandra! You're back! Is-is Donna with you?" The Necromancer slowly, slowly shook her head.

"He's defeated. We beat him, but there was a price . . . Donna was-she's . . . dead." Selina stared at her for a minute, completely in shock. "She saved Brooke's life in Krokotopia, but she was kidnapped by Moira Moonchaser. Moira gave us her body when we caught up to her in Marleybone. We took care of her, too, don't worry. Donna was one of my best friends, and I did my best to avenge her. I'm so sorry." The Legendary wizard whispered the last three words, the three words that Selina had dreaded. Tears began to escape from her eyes. Faster and faster they came, and soon they were pouring down her cheeks like twin waterfalls.

"No, Donna!" She shrieked in sorrow, and Alexandra closed her eyes, as though she was trying to hold back tears of her own. The Necromancer let Selina cry for a while, and then she shut the door and approached the bookshelves. She scanned the lines of books, stopping at a fat red one. Alexandra pulled the book off the shelf and flipped it open as she carried it to Selina's seat. Carefully, she slid the book onto the woman's lap. She gasped in surprise. A picture beamed up at her, a picture of Donna at her Legendary Wizard ceremony. Next to that picture was a picture of Donna standing with all of the people that had gone on the quest. Evan stood off to the side a bit, and Alexandra was next in the picture, her lips pressed into a thin smile, her eyelids drooping and bored. Beside the Necromancer was Destiny, who was smiling shyly, and Ashley, grinning flirtatiously, as usual. Erica was next to her fellow Thaumaturge, smiling awkwardly with her arms crossed over a fat textbook. Her puffy blue pigtails stuck out to the sides, one almost covering Brooke's face. Of course, next to Brooke was Donna, who had thrown her arms over Brooke's and Heather's shoulders. Brooke was laughing, too, and Heather was giggling.

"She came with us of her own choice, she fought for us bravely, and she died more courageously than anyone in our group could have. She gave up her life to save Brooke's, threw herself back into the fire to stop the whole place from collapsing on us. Moira took her life like only a true villain would, through torture. Donna never said a word to harm us. After she died, we went on to defeat both Moira and Malistaire, and in the process, I lost the only REAL father I ever had. Donna will be happy; when she's with the Titans, she can dance in the rain all she wants. She can sing for the Dragons and dance in front of the Tritons, and she will be the most loved soul in all of the Heavens. Don't worry, Mrs. D. Don't mourn over her death, but celebrate her life. If you want, we're throwing a party to thank her. It will take place in the Commons tomorrow afternoon. Please come." Alexandra slowly melted back into the shadows, disappearing as quickly as she had come. Selina stared at the picture, concentrating only on Donna's face. However, she realized something. It WASN'T just about Donna. Slowly, she let her eyes travel to each of the other wizards' faces, taking in their expressions. They all loved Donna dearly, and had they been in her position, every one of them would have died for her daughter. Donna hadn't died for nothing; she had died doing what she loved second best: protecting the ones she loved and the places she cherished. If only she could have been doing what she loved most of all . . . carefully, Selina turned back to page one. There was only one picture on that page. It was an image of Donna, who had her arms spread wide, her head back, her eyes closed, and her mouth open in a joyful laugh. She was dancing in the rain.

A/N: I'm actually rather proud of the last moment, but, hey! You're the readers. Did I do our dear friend justice with this story? I hope she likes it, and that someday, you people will forgive me for killing her. :'(

If you want to read more into detail on Donna's past, her back-story has been published. It's called "Liar, Liar." There are also stories about Brooke and Sabrina, which are called "Tempest Flame: Tale of the Swiftriver" and "It's Life or Death, Really." Last thing: My brother has published his first story! It's called "Blade of Stars," and it is the back-story for Evan Starblade. Okay! I'm done now.