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Epilogue

Foaly sighed heavily as he walked back to his ops booth. It was late, and there was no one left in the building. It was probably better that way, no reason for the techies to see their boss in such a state. He carried a batch of paperwork under his arm as he walked slowly down the dark hallway, which was barely lit. It had been a long night.

When he entered the ops booth, he nearly had a heart attack. Sitting at his computer, playing the piano on his keyboard, dressed head to toe in black: black shirt, unbuttoned at the top, black pants, and black shoes; his blonde hair short and spiky again, was Constantine Seven.

"Frond alive." Foaly exclaimed, closing the door behind him. "What are you doing here, how did you even get down here?"

Constantine calmly shut down the program he had opened and turned towards the centaur. "I've climbed out of Hell more times than I can count, you think I can't climb back down? To answer your second question, I am here to appeal to the better part of your conscience."

"What do you mean?"

"No doubt Vinyaya has reported to the Council about Holly."

"Yeah," Foaly sighed again and put his paperwork down on his desk. "They want to take away her magic, well half of them do anyway."

"The other half?"

"They want to give her a reprieve, given she comes back to the People. We owe her, and Artemis, quite a bit, and a few of the Council have a soft spot in their heart for her, but no one can really come to grips with her going to live aboveground, with a human, none the less."

"You can." Constantine nodded at him.

"Yes but I understand her, and they don't. Artemis isn't like other humans, I think she deserves to be happy."

"You understand her."

"Yes but I -" He looked up at Constantine. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying," Constantine spoke slowly. "That there may be a way for you to get back into her good books."

Foaly thought for a moment. "What are you suggesting?"

Constantine leaned forward, a shrewd gleam in his eye. "You know where all the bones are buried. You know all their dirty little secrets. They can't fire you because this whole system would come crashing about their pointy little ears. Take some initiative, take some responsibility, use that against the council, or the members that want to put her away. Release a public statement saying Holly has gone on vacation to Atlantis to visit her sick aunt or something for a few decades. Everyone in Haven owes her their lives, it's not like they would complain." He stood up and looked at Foaly seriously. "If you want her to forgive you, start with that."

He passed Foaly and patted him on the shoulder. "Ball's in your court now. I'll be watching" And with that he left.

Foaly stared at the counter for a moment, weighing the options, then set his jaw. He sat down at his desk and started typing, his fingers flying across the keyboard. He had work to do.

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