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Getting the Story, Part One – The Future

5th January 2007

"To begin," Hermione started, as the Cullens observed at her, "It all starts with Tom but there's more to the story than I've shared with Edward which I believe you may have heard already."

The Cullens had the decency to look guilty but before Carlisle could apologize for their behaviour, Hermione continued, "That's understandable with your super hearing abilities. Anyway," she soldiered on, "I gave a pretty much abridged version of Tom's story. But it pretty much starts and ends with Tom."

"But how?" Edward asked, as the Cullens gazed at the baby in Esme's arms.

Edward turned when he saw Hermione trace something with her fingertips on her left arm. There was nothing on her arm, not even a blemish. She glanced away when she saw him looking at her. "My parents are dentists. As far as I know, I don't have any wizards or witches in my family. That was one of the reasons for the Second Blood War. The Second World War was started by Tom in the 1970s before a brief respite of some fourteen years or so. The war broke out again when I was fifteen after a schoolmate two years above me was killed. He was so brilliant," said Hermione, before looking back at him and glancing away again.

"Why the break of fourteen years though?" asked Jasper.

"Tom embarked on a dark path very early. He grew up in a dingy orphanage, the same one from which I adopted him," continued Hermione. "And to answer your question," she turned to Jasper, "he was essentially dead those fourteen years. Well, kind of."

"How could he be kind of dead?" asked Emmett, looking confused.

Rosalie looked at him before replying, with a perfected smirk on her face, "Seriously, Emmett. You're a vampire and you're asking how someone could be kind of dead?"

"But Tom wasn't a vampire like us, right?" Alice asked, the risk of a potential debate between Emmett and Rosalie fading.

"No, Tom would not have chosen this path if he was given the perspective. There are some ways in the Wizarding World where you can either prolong your life or achieve immortality. And each of these ways comes with a heavy price to pay," Hermione said.

"What are those ways then?" asked Carlisle.

Edward smiled at his father figure's question. Carlisle had always been hungry for knowledge and now they were given a very rare insight into a world they'd been locked out of. It was like waving a big carrot before a rabbit. Of course, Carlisle would take the bait.

"Probably the easiest way—Fluffy aside—would be getting your hands on a Philosophical Stone," started Hemione before she was interrupted.

"What's a Fluffy," asked Jasper, frowning.

"A gigantic, monstrous three-headed dog," the young witch deadpanned.

"A Cerberus? Seriously?" Carlisle fired another question.

"Cool!" said Emmett. "Can–"

"No, you can't get one," Rosalie shot down immediately. Emmett was wise enough not to argue his point.

"Anyway, the second way comes also at a terrible cost," Hermione soldiered on, ignoring the interruption with a smile. "The person would need unicorn blood. Yeah, unicorns are real as well as dragons and many other mythical creatures. The blood of a unicorn will keep you alive, even if you are an inch from death, but at a terrible price. Because you have slain something pure and defenceless to save yourself, and you will have but a half-life, a cursed life, from the moment the blood touches your lips."

"What kind of person would risk something like that?" Esme asked.

"Probably, only those who had nothing to lose and everything to gain would dare drink unicorn blood," Jasper suggested, turning to Hermione to confirm that.

"Exactly," she nodded. "Unfortunately, at one point, Tom or his alter-ego—Voldemort—was desperate enough to drink unicorn blood. He was not even human by then."

"If that was the second way, the third is the most horrible then?" Alice asked, hesitantly.

"Yes, it is," confirmed Hermione, sadly. "The third way is by splitting your soul and to do this, the person needs to do the most horrible thing he could do."

"Killing someone," Jasper said, simply.

"Yes, there's a very dark spell involved to split your very soul and Tom had already killed in his teens and split his soul by then."

She glanced at Tom sleeping soundly in Esme's arms. She moved towards the later and waved her wand at a nearby side table. It transformed into a fully sized crib which looked exactly like the one in Tom's room in the little cottage behind the Cullens' house. Esme's eyes widened as everyone else at the simple—yet impressive—display of magic before she got up and carefully laid the sleeping baby into it and tucked him in. Alice had already turned the central heating on for Hermione and Tom's sakes but there was still a slight chill in the air.

"That was wicked," exclaimed Emmett, a tad too loudly for Rosalie who instantly admonished him.

"Who could Tom have killed as a teenager?" Esme asked.

"He killed his father and grandparents in his ancestral house," explained Hermione, to the shocked Cullens.

"I thought he grew up in an orphanage?" questioned Edward.

"Yes, he did but when he was ten years old, he was accepted into Hogwarts, which is a school for magical children. As he grew up, he resolved to research his family story. He thus tracked his father and went after him."

She let the Cullens ponder the last bit of information and implications as she rummaged for something in her little beaded bag before she pulled it out. It had the appearance of a shallow stone or metal basin, into which strange symbols—runes, his well-read mind supplied—were carved and precious stones were fitted. It was filled with a silvery substance that appeared to be a cloudy liquid or gas. She carefully placed the strange basin on the centre of the coffee table. Esme took the opportunity to clear the table of the half-empty plate of scones and tea. Once everyone was back in the living room, they all alternately looked at Hermione and the basin on the table. Noticing that everyone was looking at her for guidance, Hermione smiled before clearing her throat.

"This is a Pensieve," Hermione announced, in a confident voice. Edward thought that she spoke like this when she had to explain things and concepts that were quite tedious to grasp. Maybe, she did this often in her life as a Healer or witch. "A Pensieve," she continued, "is an object which contains the collected memories of people who have siphoned their recollections into it. Their memories can then be viewed from a non-participant, third-person point of view."

"Basically, we'd be seeing the past memories of someone just like Edward can read minds," simplified Emmett.

"Yes," answered Hermione, before doing a double-take. "I'm sorry but what do you mean by reading minds."

"My brother meant exactly what he said. I have a special gift where I can read minds. I'm able to read the minds of everyone around me, like right now with all my family and Tom. Except you. Why?"

"Hmm, interesting," she hummed, in answer. "That would probably be because of Occlumency. Occlumency is the act of magically closing one's mind against Legilimency. It is an ancient art of discipline, and has existed since medieval times. It can prevent a Legilimens from accessing one's thoughts and feelings, or influencing them. A person who practises this art is known as an Occlumens. And a Legilimens is the one who tries to read thoughts. I trained myself to be both an Occlumens and a Legilimens."

"So, you can read minds and stop people from reading yours's too?" asked Carlisle, in awe. At Hermione's nod, he exclaimed, "That's fascinating."

"There are however limitations. Direct eye contact is necessary for someone to try to access thoughts. You don't have such limitations though?" asked Hermione, turning to Edward.

"No, I've always been able to read people's minds with only one exception. Now, with you, it makes two," Edward answered, his mind automatically going to Bella. It was really strange how he'd forgot about Bella but again, Edward reasoned that with everything that had happened since the family meeting the previous day... there had been a lot going on since then.

"So, normally, a Pensieve will let a viewer see the memories only if they dip their head into it. They'll feel like they're pulled into it and then watch the memory unfold," explained Hermione. "However, with an inventor friend of mine's, we worked and tweaked the Pensieve here so that we won't have to dip our heads into it for an immersive experience. Now, with a simple spell, the Pensieve will project the memories into a given setting. Like the large open space just behind me," Hermione finished, pointing a finger behind her.

"That's very impressive," said Carlisle, wonder and awe in his eyes as he looked at Hermione. "But how do you retrieve memories?"

"Like this," she demonstrated, pointing her wand at her head as one would hold a gun to their head. A silver, hair-like wisp rose from Hermione's head and wrapped itself around the tip of the wand. She then walked towards the Pensieve on the coffee table before she lowered her wand and gave a sharp jab. The silver wisp dropped into the basin and the smoky liquid swirled some seconds. "To begin, I'm just going to show you the Battle of Hogwarts—at least part of it—and my last memory of Voldemort, Tom's alter-ego. More than fifty persons died that day."

She swished her wand in an intricate pattern before in a sweeping manner, she pointed to the large open space in the living room.

The silvery substance inside the Pensieve began to swirl very fast before rising out of it and moving to the side of the living room where Hermione had pointed. The silvery substance had become transparent and solidified; it looked like a glass screen before it expanded backwards and filled the other half of the living room. And suddenly, a ruined hallway appeared, chaos reigned everywhere as brightly coloured streaks of light flashed and bounced around on windows, walls or sometimes hit other people who either knocked back, were very severely injured or simply fell down. A wide, seriously damaged, marble staircase was opposite massive oak doors. Double doors to the right lead into a great hall and that was where the heaviest of fighting seemed to be taking place.

"No!" A short, slightly plump with flaming fiery red hair cried as a few students ran forward, apparently trying to come to her aid.

"Get back! Get back! She is mine!"

Hundreds of people now lined the walls, watching the fight. "What will happen to your children when I've killed you?" taunted a woman with thick, shining dark hair, long eyelashes and heavily hooded eyes. She cackled, capering as the red-head witch's curses danced around her. "When Mummy's gone the same way as Freddie?"

"You - will - never - touch - our - children - again!" screamed the red-head witch to which her opponent laughed a mocking exhilarated laugh. Suddenly, Edward and the rest of Cullens knew what was going to happen before it did.

The red-head fired a curse which soared and hit the cackling witch beneath her outstretched arm and hit her squarely in the chest, directly over her heart. Her gloating smile froze, her eyes seemed to bulge. For the tiniest space of time, she knew what had happened, and then she toppled, and the watching crowd roared. And then, the Cullens heard a chilling scream. The scene moved as if the focus had shifted on something to the right and that was when the Cullens saw Voldemort or Tom for the first time. He had pale white skin, a skeletally thin body, and dark scarlet eyes with cat-like slits for pupils. He had a chalk-white face that resembled a skull, snake-like slits for nostrils, and large hands with unnaturally long fingers like spider's legs. Tom also had no hair or lips. He had long, sharp, pale blue fingernails, and was wearing a black hooded robe and no shoes.

"Holy shit!" shouted Emmett.

The scene faded after that but Emmett's shout absolutely reflected the Cullens state of mind.

"How? What happened –" started Carlisle, but he stopped abruptly at a loss for words.

"Unfortunately, Tom had always been an overachiever and went way beyond every expectation. Splitting your soul is a very complex, and painful process and Tom had split his soul not once but seven times. Each time he split his soul; he hid the fragment in an object called a Horcrux. And each Horcrux took their toll on his features and mental stability."

"That's fucked up insane," exclaimed Emmett. Even Esme was so shocked that she didn't register Emmett's curse.

"Cold-blooded murder is never a sign of sanity," Rosalie replied.

"That's true," agreed Hermione. "Anyway, I owe you an explanation and we might as well move on as it is a lot of information."

The Cullens nodded as they watched Hermione pull the wedding and adoption certificates out of her black beaded bag as well as two other documents.

"As you may know, the wedding and adoption certificates here are authentic." The Cullens nodded. "However, these documents were not their original use. When I tried to find more information on Edward and the family ring, I had these documents which were originally your parents' death certificates and authorization for their burials," continued Hermione, glancing at Edward briefly.

At the latter's nod, she continued, "These two documents are exact copies of the death certificates." She pushed the documents towards Edward who picked them up before perusing them. "As you may see," she pressed on, "there are traces of blood on the documents." Edward nodded again. He had already noticed that with his superior eyesight and had passed the documents to Carlisle for the latter's perusal.

"I vanished the text from the original documents and made the blood stains invisible before refreshing them to appear as if new. Then, I performed a binding spell using blood magic. Every magic involving blood has always been considered dark for the binding nature of it."

"And that's how you've been bound by magic, Edward," concluded Jasper, in a whisper only audible to the vampires.

"Had I known that Edward was still living at the time, I would probably have changed ideas. It wasn't my intention to bind you," she turned to Edward, and continued in a sincere voice, "I needed someone from that time period to make it work as binding myself to someone actually living in the 20's and jumping again to our current time period would probably have caused a strain on my magic."

"Why though?" asked Carlisle.

"Because, by the binding nature of the blood magic, she would have been tethered to someone from a different time period," explained Emmett.

"Exactly," agreed Hermione, turning to Emmett who beamed at getting one right. "The document existing in both time periods—as well as Edward—would not have caused a strain on my magic."

"Anyway, I need to show you some of the things I had to do to make the time jump," said Hermione, as she extracted other memories from her mind and tipped them into the Pensieve. "Before going back in time, I had to gather as much information as possible on Tom and his life at the orphanage. The only person with that information is my best friend, Harry Potter. But the problem with Harry is that he's too observant for his own good and I had to take some drastic measures to make it work."

She waved her wand and projected her memories again. A new scene appeared.

It was that of a small cosy kitchen. Hermione was sat on a bar stool opposite a young man with a messy mop of black hair. His hair was even messier than Edward's.

"That's a very beautiful China set," observed Esme, to which Hermione smiled.

"These scones are scrumptious, Hermione," said Harry, reaching for another scone from the plate between them.

"Thanks, Harry. I used Molly's recipe for those," acknowledged Memory-Hermione, a calculated smile on her face.

"Not going to eat any?" asked Harry, as he finished his scone and reached for another one.

"Nah, I'm good. I ate some before. These are for you only," said Memory-Hermione, a triumphant smile on her face.

Harry paused mid-chew and a look of horror appeared on his face. The Cullens saw him scramble to his feet knocking the plate of scones and his teacup and sent them crashing down. Edward watched as his hand reached for his side. Harry's movements were somewhat sluggish.

"Expelliarmus!" Memory-Hermione exclaimed; her wand pointed at her best friend.

Harry's wand was pulled out from his grey pants pocket but even when Harry tried to reach for it, his movements were too slow.

"Expelliarmus!" Hermione cried again.

Another wand was ripped from Harry's jacket and flew into Hermione's hand.

"Always knew you still had it with you," said Hermione, admiring the second wand up close.

"What are you doing, Mione?" slurred Harry. His voice sounded like a drunk person.

"I'm sorry, Harry but this is a necessity," replied Hermione. An elegant wave of Harry's second wand made Harry's eyes take a milky shine and Hermione moved cautiously towards him. She still kept a little distance from him though.

"Now, Harry," began Memory-Hermione, in a more urgent voice, "I need you to think clearly of all your encounters and memories of Tom Riddle and of Voldemort. I need these memories."

A thoughtful look appeared on Harry's face and Hermione moved her wand to his head and extracted the silvery strands of memories and dropped them into vials which flew from the room next to the kitchen. Once satisfied that she had the relevant memories from Harry, Hermione swished the wand around the kitchen and the broken plate repaired in mid-air before flying back to the kitchen bar top. The two remaining scones took their places back on the plate. The spilt tea was vanished and the broken teacup was also returned to its original place and perfect state.

"Accio Harry's bag," A small duffel flew from the lobby into the kitchen. It landed at Hermione's foot. Still pointing her wand at Harry, Hermione quickly rummaged through the bag and pulled out a cloak which appeared to be made from a fluid-like silky, silvery material.

As Hermione turned around and pushed the cloak into her own beaded bag, Harry muttered, "Why?"

"It's necessary," Memory-Hermione replied.

"But why, Mione?" cried Harry.

"Because I can't move on knowing what I did to my parents, Harry," whispered Hermione. Noticing that her friend's movements were less sluggish, she waved Harry's wand and muttered, "Obliviate."

Hermione began moving back to her stool followed by Harry before she turned back around and patted his jacket pockets and retrieving a black stone with a strange design.

She again moved back to her stool as did Harry. The pair resumed a normal conversation as if nothing had happened. The memory then faded and the Cullens found themselves back in the living room.

"Wow," said Emmett, awed by what he had seen.

"You're ruthless," observed Jasper.

"What happened to being careful around her, Jazz?" whispered Rosalie.

Their empath brother's answer was cut short by Hermione's own.

"Yes, I am," confirmed Hermione, simply. "I really needed these memories and just asking Harry about that would have raised his suspicions. So, I did what I had to do and erased what happened from Harry's memories. I knew it would only buy me one or two days maximum before Harry's memories or actions would alert the Weasleys. Mostly Ginny, his wife."

The subdued answer Hermione gave Jasper brought back the memory of Hermione's surprise at hearing from her parents. Suddenly, it all clicked for Edward.

"That was why you were so surprised," he said, softly.

"Yes, that was why," she replied, equally softly.

"What?" asked Carlisle.

"Before the start of my seventh year and because of Voldemort's war, I had to go on the run with Harry and Ron, my other best friend. My parents who are dentists would have been primary targets because of my blood status. So, I erased myself from their memories and gave them a false identity before sending to Australia. It was a spell of my invention where instead of a temporary rewrite of their memories, I tweaked the spell to be more potent over time. The more my parents interacted with other people, the more the false identity I'd crafted would be ingrained. It was important for me so that they had no recollection of their former lives or of me."

"And it couldn't be reversed," concluded Jasper, comprehension dawning on his face.

"Unfortunately, by the time I was able to find them in Australia, the memory of their fake identities was so deeply ingrained that their real identities clashed. Since then, they had suffered from degenerative memory loss."

"That must've been harsh," said Emmett.

"Yeah, it was," agreed Hermione, in a small voice. "Anyway," she soldiered on, preferring not to dwell on the dark memories, "I think I'm going to say this a lot of time tonight but we've got a lot to cover so we might as well continue."

"The reason why I took the cloak, rock and wand from Harry is because these are the Deathly Hallows. The Deathly Hallows are three highly powerful magical objects supposedly created by Death and given to each of three brothers in the Peverell family. They consisted of the Elder Wand, an immensely powerful wand that was considered unbeatable; the Resurrection Stone, a stone which could summon the spirits of the dead, and the Cloak of Invisibility, which, as its name suggests, renders the user completely invisible. According to legend, he who possesses these three artefacts would become the Master of Death."

"And what does the title of Master of Death entail?" asked Carlisle.

"Your guess is as good as mine. But, for many, the Master of Death (also known as Conqueror of Death, Vanquisher of Death and others) is just the one who has in their possession all three of the legendary Deathly Hallows, which are the Elder Wand, Resurrection Stone, and Cloak of Invisibility. And while it is generally assumed that becoming the Master of Death refers to some form of immortality, according to my former Headmaster, the true Master of Death truly accepts the fact that death is inevitable, and that there are other things much worse than death." Hermione glanced at the Cullens around her, the implications not lost on the vampires.

"But why did you need the artefacts, Hermione?" Edward asked. He preferred not to let the dark thoughts linger too long in his family's minds. "Was being the Master of Death a way to enable time travel?"

"Yes and no," the witch answered, cryptically. She was again rummaging through her beaded bag before she pulled out the three legendary artefacts from it and placed them on the coffee table.

Alice picked up the cloak and admired the silvery quality of it before she put it on shocking her family when her head appeared to be hovering above the ground. Emmett was already badgering her sister for the cloak. Carlisle and Jasper were each taking turns admiring the wand while Edward observed his family and his wife. His eyes then landed on the stone. It was nothing really remarkable but he picked it up anyway. He glanced back at Hermione to see that that the latter was observing him.

"If you want to use the stone, you must turn it in your hand thrice while thinking of the person with whom you want to talk," said Hermione, curiosity shining in her eyes.

His family stopped what they were doing also to look at him and see if he was going to use the Resurrection Stone. Did he want to use the stone and if yes, who would he want to talk to? The first thought that ran through his mind was of his mother and subconsciously he turned the stone in his hand once. But what could he have to ask his mother after almost a hundred years? He turned the stone a second time in his hand before he placed it back on the table and took a step backwards his eyes still fixed on the stone.

"Anyway," said Hermione, glancing again at Edward and the Stone, "the Deathly Hallows were necessary as I needed a powerful magical artefact to perform the ritual that was needed for the time travel stunt. I reasoned that having the three Hallows would boost the odds. I've been called a lot of ugly nicknames during childhood and none were truer than me being an insufferable know-it-all and a bookworm."

"Insufferable know-it-all? That's a horrible nickname!" remarked Esme.

"Unfortunately, that was what a former professor of mine called me," answered Hermione.

"That's highly unprofessional for a teacher," said Carlisle.

"Professionalism was the least of his concern," whispered Hermione, as an afterthought. "So, because I am a bookworm, I've been doing a lot of reading and research for my Healer speciality. But, of course, I didn't limit my reading material. I happened find an old book in a Muggle bookstore. The book, itself, is nothing remarkable —"

She pulled a small brown book from her bag and laid it on the coffee table. It was as she'd described it, unremarkable. Edward noted that it also had no title on the faded brown hardcover or the spine to give an indication of what it might contain.

"In essence, the book itself is a collection of university students' theses on medieval history. But one of the theses caught my attention because it was about Merlin and what happened after the Battle of Camlann."

"Didn't King Arthur die at the Battle of Camlann?" asked Carlisle, forever a scholar.

"Yes, he did," replied Hermione. "But Merlin did not. He lived on."

"But that wasn't his end, was it?" questioned Jasper.

"Not, it wasn't. Merlin was himself a student at my former school. A true Slytherin, believed to have been taught by Salazar Slytherin himself, he was nonetheless one of the most famous proponents of Muggle rights and tolerance. He believed that wizard kind should help Muggles and live peacefully with them. To this end, he founded the Order of Merlin, an organisation which promoted Muggle rights, creating rules against using magic on them. But, that's not the point," stopped Hermione.

Even if the story was captivating, she was obviously going side-tracked.

"The point is that opinions diverged on Merlin's death at one point and the scholar's thesis was that Merlin didn't actually die."

"Because Arthur's destiny was not fulfilled and his dream of Albion died with him," concluded Emmett, surprising everyone when Hermione nodded.

"Yes, that's true. It is believed that when Albion's need was greatest, Arthur would rise again and Merlin would again stand by his side. The student's thesis postulates that Merlin didn't die but also didn't live on." At the Cullen's puzzled looks, she elaborated, "he Dissaparated into nothingness."

"What's that?" asked Emmett.

"The easiest way to explain is to show you," explained Hermione, before she turned on her left and vanished with a small pop only to reappear on the first step of the stairs behind them.

All the Cullens were shocked but only Emmett was able to properly voice it. "Wow!"

"Can every witch or wizard do this?" asked Jasper.

"Most can. Some families prefer Flooing from place to place but most adult witch and wizards can Apparate and Dissaparate at will."

Edward could already hear the questions forming in his family's minds but decided that they would have time later for those questions. So, he beat his family by asking a question of his own. "So, does that mean that Merlin vanished or Dissaparated—he tested the word—to some specific place?"

"Yes," smiled Hermione. "To be able to Apparate, one has to be completely determined to reach one's destination, and move without haste, but with deliberation. The Three Ds: Destination, Determination and Deliberation. But I believe that Merlin found a way to play around this. He tweaked it—Determination—to Apparate at a certain time—Destination—under specific conditions—Deliberation."

"The thesis also said that Merlin probably used a powerful artefact—his staff—to enable his vanishing act."

"This explains why she'd gone to such great length to secure the Deathly Hallows," thought Edward.

"So, you used these," Jasper pointed at the Hallows on the coffee table," to perform yours's?"

"Yes," Hermione simply answered.

"How?" The Cullens asked simultaneously.

For all answer, Hermione waved her wand once more over the Pensieve before pointing over to the large open space.

The Cullens found themselves in Stonehenge at night. It was easily recognizable as one of the most famous landmarks from Carlisle and Hermione's native country. The rings of vertical standing stones, some topped by connecting horizontal lintel stones had stood the test of time for more than five millennia.

Hermione was standing in the very middle of the stone monument carefully and minutely engraving runes on the stones. A heavy bag lay on the stones. The Cullens could see the silvery Invisibility Cloak hanging out of the bag.

Dawn was approaching as the inky black of the night sky to the East was slowly fading and taking on an orange colour.

Hermione had apparently finished what she had been busy engraving as she'd moved back to the bag, took out the cloak, the wand and stone were in an inside pocket. She closed the bag and shouldered it before she fastened the cloak around herself. Her left fist closed around the stone while the wand was held tightly in her right.

A lazy wave of the Elder Wand in front of her and the Cullens saw the date and time appear in front of Hermione. It was the 22th of December 2007. It was 06:07.

Hermione took a long breath before she raised her right arm high above her head. With a final twist of her hand, she turned on the spot before she dissapeared with a loud boom.

The only thing left was the shining runes engraved on the Stonehenge stones before they faded into nothingness bathed in the golden light of the Winter Solstice.

ᛗᚨᚤ ᛏᚺᛁᛋ ᛃᛟᚢᚱᚾᛖᚤ ᛖᚱᚨᛋᛖ ᚨᛚᛚ ᛏᚺᚨᛏ ᚺᚨᛋ ᛒᛖᛖᚾ ᛞᛖᛋᛏᚱᛟᚤᛖᛞ ᚨᚾᛞ ᛗᚨᚤ ᚨ ᚾᛖᚹ ᛞᛖᛋᛏᛁᚾᚤ ᛒᛖ ᚱᛖᚡᛖᚨᛚᛖᛞ (May this journey erase all that has been destroyed and may a new destiny be revealed.)