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(A/N: Last Chapter! But don't worry, you'll get another story. A longer one. Thanks to all who review.)
Chapter 3: PeaceFaile sat on her bed that night, pondering the color of her pajamas. Sugar pink. 'Well, maybe sugar pink isn't so bad.'
The silver pendant on her dresser began to glow with a brilliance of it's own. In the light, Faile heard an old man's voice speaking to her.
"Well done, Faile. You're becoming more accepting, even if it's just of a color. You may have your black things back now."
Suddenly, everything was back as it was before the sugar pink curse. Faile smiled. Old Horace was pulling her leg. The old caretaker certainly had his ways.
The Next Day
"Hey, Faile! You're back to normal! What's with?"
"Old Horace was pulling one of his tricks again."
"Ah, no wonder. He's always after us, isn't he?
"Well, what do you expect? He took care of us for so long, he thinks we're his daughters."
"Yes, that's true. Very true."
The four girls lapsed into comfortable silence, eating their breakfast peacefully. It was a beautiful day outside. No violent winds broke the calm, only gentle breezes passed by. No towering tidal waves threatened to demolish the city, only smaller waves lapped the shore. No raging fires burned families out of their homes, only small flickers of warm flame danced atop candles. No ground shaking quakes disturbed the peace, only gave nutrients to all things that grew from it. The sisters were in peace today. The world was in peace.
