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Epilogue
The strange aircraft flies into the distance as the sun rises over the hills and woodlands. Two humanoid figures stood on a nearby hill, watching them pass; one was a tall male with grey hair standing in a power stance with his hands folded behind his back with an evil grin on his face. Beside him was a female wearing a long black cloak covering her whole body. The phoenix appears before them and soon disappears into a highly decorated silver flask with a phoenix top held out by her cloaked hand. Nocturne soon follows to land in front of them with a disgusted glare at the cloaked figure to his right.
"And to what was my role in this endeavor, Mr. Masters?" Nocturne asks Vlad with his arms folded against his chest.
"To play the figurehead," Vlad replied. "While she did her work."
"And what would that be?" He asks him.
"To find a weakness in the young phantom," Vlad says with a smile. "I was wrong to think it was the goth girl. It was that Siren, and after this act of trial and tribulation, it strengthened their bond and, more than likely, put a knife between his friends and family. We will see in time..."
"How original," Nocturne says sarcastically. "Now, our side of the agreement."
"Ah yes!" Vlad replies. "Your payment has been delivered to your realm as we agreed. You are free to go."
Nocturne disappears in an instant, leaving Vlad and the woman alone. "You're Master's assessment on the Siren was correct. But why bring this up to me? I have no reason to promote the union of two rather trouble sum enemies of mine. Even with the possibility of cutting away Danial's friends and family from him, why bother when my latest plan is already in motion?"
The woman points to the dirt in front of him, where a collection of rocks spelled out what she wanted to say.
"Arrogance." He read. "Me? Now, what would give you that idea?" He changes into his ghostly form and takes a power stance.
More stones appeared from the earth and wrote a new message, "Your arrogance will be your downfall. You will forever be a slave to your failure."
Vlad's eyes go blind with rage, and he readies his energy beams to attack her for her insolence. Then he stops and smiles darkly as a message on his phone beeps a particular tone.
"Not now." He says darkly. "When I rule this earth and the Ghost Zone beyond it, I will personally handle you and Danial. Enjoy your last days of freedom, Slave."
Vlad takes off into the night to return to his plans. The woman sighs and shakes her head as she takes off her hood. "You're nothing more than a pawn in a larger game than what you could ever understand. But I'm afraid the next time I meet you, Plasmius, you will be what you fear the most, A failure." Her accent was a thick as the swamp gas in the bayous of Louisiana. "As for the Siren and the Half breed. They will meet their fate."
Sam takes the reins from Tucker, who swaps with Jazz to get some rest. They were at least three hours away from home on the last leg of their journey. Sam yawns and keeps on flying while Jazz takes the co-pilot. Sam chuckles at Jazz's bedridden hair as she rubs the sleep out of her eyes.
Jazz yawns and looks back at the snoozing Danny and Ember. "I still can't believe it." She remarks with a slight smile.
"I can't either." Sam agrees, thinking she was baffled as much as she was at the sight of Danny and Ember together and not killing each other. "What does he see in her?"
"I wasn't thinking about that, but OK." Jazz replies, confused.
"Oh..." Sam says, trying to backtrack. "Well... Uh."
"I was talking about how much Danny has grown since I found out about his powers." Jazz says. "He's growing up, and I'm proud that he's becoming a good person. This thing with Ember shows it more. Though I don't know about him and her becoming a thing, you know?"
"I don't know about it either," Sam replies with concern. "Even though she saved me, I still can't shake this feeling from her."
"You sure it's not jealousy?" Jazz interjects.
"NO! I'm not jealous of her." Sam says with fire in her stomach.
"Sam." Jazz says, putting her arm on her shoulder. "I study psychology, and what I know about body language, I can see you care about him more than you know. If you care about him, then let him be happy."
Sam turns back to the open sky without a word. Left to her thoughts, she did consider what she said, but she couldn't help but wage war within herself to find the answers.
"Sam." Jazz says to her. "If you need someone to talk to, I'm always here."
"Thank you," Sam says while thinking about someone who could genuinely help her. But not now. There is a time and place for everything...