Title: The Lost World Fourth Season Series

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Summary: How this story truly ends.........

Author's Notes: It's finished! FINNALY!!!

Epilogue: The beginning Of a New Era

Marguerite's journal:

20th April 1925

After they left, it was not long before we saw many more doing so, some of our helpers finally left as well, returning to their normal lives. But not only them: the Council allowed us to get out the plateau: Challenger left, promising to return with Jessie, his wife, and I'm glad he kept his promise for right I'm seeing him talking with John, my husband..............................it still sounds strange to say this: Lord John Richard Roxton is my husband! I find myself still giggling at the thought, as if I was a schoolgirl once again. Bochra married us a month after my son, Avery William Roxton, was born. Oh much Gosh, my son is the most beautiful creature on earth: he has his father's smile that for sure but I'm proud to say that he has my eyes, and.....................he's quite the rebel, I mean, for an year and half kid he's too naughty. I guess he's like his parents................................. Deep down I wanted to go back to London, and no kidding...........................John and I really fought because of it, I'm just glad that only two hours later we were okay already, and the decision was not to leave the plateau. (I'm still a little disgusted my the idea) Summerlee had to laugh when he saw us fighting once again, because John wanted to return back at the treehouse, I still remember him saying that now he was right to say that we really bickered like a couple. But as much as I didn't want, we really are in the treehouse right now. (I still find that hard to believe.) Veronica and Ned married shortly after us and they're now expecting their first child. On the contrary of us, they decided to stay in Avalon with Abigail, who I must say is doing just fine with her partnership with Mordred. Summerlee also stayed there, he told us he wanted to study the botanical resources, or something, I'm proud to say that he's really happy there, Abigail and him, became close friends and she helps him a lot. Finn.................................it's hard to talk about her, because she left us forever. No she didn't die, if that's what you're thinking; she left us to go back to the future, she said to me before leaving that if we could end with this war, maybe she could end up with hers. And the last time I saw her in my visions she was really fine, she was organizing a revolution and it seems, if my visions aren't wrong, that she'll be well succeed. But today, today is a strange day for me, as I'm writing down this I can keep myself from thinking about Moargon's last words to me, for it was in my arms that she died. She told me about Kartwar's story with Dalya, Roxton's grandmother, and how he loved her. I then felt sorry for him, because the woman he loved had left him, and I remember thinking that just maybe he wasn't so bad after all, at least he had feelings, and it were those feelings who saved the man I love. Moargon told me, that my words to her made her want to change fate, and that she knew that would die that night, it was inevitable, no prophesier was allowed to change destiny, and she did she changed mine and Roxton's. I swear that when I heard the last breath coming from her I cried, I really did. But thanks to her, and so many people I'm able to say that I'm happy, I belong, and I know that from that night forward a new Era was risen. An Era, hopefully, full of happiness and peace, oh we know that every Era has it's end, and we know that peace is something we'll not always have, but right now, at this moment as I'm watching the sunset, I know that like the moon that will come in minutes to bring darkness to the world, darkness will come to us too, but in the end of the darkness of night there's always a new sunrise, at the end of darkness there's always a light.

Lady Marguerite Roxton

The End

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