Le gasp! The world is ending! I actually posted a chapter, after a seven year silence. A lot has happened in those seven years. I am not the person I was when I first started this story. My writing style has shifted some, my life views have shifted, my personal fandoms have changed, and so much more. I plan on actually finishing this fanfic, but it won't be quite the same as the previous chapters. The characters will act OoC compared to how they were written before, but I decided that at least people deserved to know the ending I planned out. I mean, despite it being seven years I still have someone from Canada reading this. Although the style will be different, the original ending I had scripted will be the same.

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Vivid images flicker rapidly in front Cleao. Images of Orphen and Majic upset and fighting. What look like brief glimpses of Orphen crying silently, his back to the moon. Flashes of Majic crying, her name falling from his lips in pained whimpers. Lai and Hartia looking worried over frozen fields. Throughout these disturbing images, pain would flow in and out of her. Between images of her friends, small wisps of sickly yellow light flight past her. Before her is a large, roiling river. The water is an eerie purple color, with veins of yellow in it. Her feet are at the very edge of the river, toes almost touching the water. A force beyond her control is pushing her towards the river. Despite the strangeness of the place, the disturbing images of her friends, and vague memories of extreme pain, Cleao feels nothing but painless bliss. Everything is okay, and everything will be made right once she is in the river. Before she enter it, however, a loud commanding voice booms out from behind her.

"Cleao do not move into the water. Turn around. Look at me." The voice is deep in tone, vibrating through her very core. The voice's pull on her is strong. Her limbs feel they're made of lead, but she slowly turns around away from the flowing water. In front of her is Deep Dragon. Cleao knows this Deep Dragon, but how...she isn't certain. He reminds her of Leki, but Leki is a cute puppy sized thing. Instead of a small puppy like Deep Dragon, the beast stands out the height of a small pony. Large green glowing eyes bore into her soul.

"Trust me. Don't move. Look into my eyes and remember." Gradually the Deep Dragon prowls forward, paws leaving a red glowing trail behind him. His mouth opens wide, fangs bared. Cleao knows she should be afraid. Running the opposite direction afraid! But her body feels heavy, and blissful. Perhaps that is why she isn't scream until after the Deep Dragon bite her hand, drawing blood.

"Ahhhhh!" She screams in agony, confused. Pain lashes through her, shredding her body apart. Parts of her feel like they are being completely put back together again. Once the Deep Dragon releases her hand, Cleao falls forward into a different kind of darkness.

Groggily Cleao struggles to sit up. Uncertain of what happened to her last, she desperately fights for clarity. A heavy, warm fur blanket is covering her, keeping her pinned down. With an effort she tries to kick off the blanket, only to have it growl at her before shifting entirely. Her fur blanket turns out to a rather large sized Deep Dragon. Quickly she freezes in fear, but recognition calms her down. In front of her, looking rather grumpy at having been kicked is Leki. A Leki who is now the size of a small pony. What...what...what happened? She wonders, deeply confused.

Confusion grows stronger as she realizes that she isn't in the small cabin. Instead, she is tucked into a rather small cave with a dusty floor. Small boulders, animal bones, and dead vegetation are littered around her. Bright winter sunlight beams lazily in front an entrance about ten feet away. As she places her hands against her chest, trying to light of the conflicting images, she discovers that her clothing is ruined. There is a large jagged tear smeared with blood. Dried blood is all over her in fact. As she studies her clothing, sharp painful memories return.

"I...I...I died didn't I? I fought with Orphen then something came and killed me." Cleao says softly. Her mind is in shock, still struggling to process the events that just happened.

Yes. A summoned beast killed you. A Great Evil has risen and is threatening our world. Young Krylancelo is supposed to stop it. However, the Great Evil knows this, and used his greatest weakness against him. The two of were under a spell, forcing you to fight and... Before Leki can finish Cleao suddenly stands up and screams.

"Leki you can talk?!" She exclaims, clearly more impressed with her friend being able to talk, then being brought to life herself.

I've always been able to talk. You just haven't always been able to hear me. When you died my mother broke an important rule to alter your destiny. She infused parts of my soul into your body, bringing you back to life. Think back to young Fienna, only that we're like bon mates, partners, instead of you being a servant. Leki tries to explain. Things are different for him now. Part of what his mother did was pour years of his life into Cleao, so that she would live. As a result, he had aged by several decades instantly. His body is an awkward size, and his once beloved collar now looks like pretty jewelry on one of his front paws, and he isn't used to walking in areas that once were much larger then he. As much as he wants time to adjust to his body, and to give Cleao time to fully recover, they don't have that luxury. It has been three weeks since the passing of the Winter Solstice. He has to get Cleao to understand the danger now.

"Oh. " She says softly. As part of her palm itches, so she raises in front of her face to get a good look at it. Burned into her left palm like a tattoo, is a large green image of a Deep Dragon's head. Fienna had one identical to it on her chest. A soft ringing noise, like a silver bell chiming echoes off her hand. A flash of pain runs through her head, as memories of Lai's lessons return. Stupid sorcerer! Couldn't he have let me remember?! Leki would have kept me safe...

In three days Krylancelo will confront this evil. He has no choice in the matter, It wants him dead. It's magic has tormented his mind, driving him across the world leading him to once place. You must reunite with Majic so you can save the world. Majic has gotten a hold of the ring. Only you can use it. You must use its power to save Krylancelo! I know it's power can be used to save Mariabella...but it will only work on person. It power draws from the users magic, and the power required to save more than one life is too much for you...too much for any human. If you use the ring to save your sister, you doom the entire world. If you use the ring to save Krylancelo, the man you love, you save the world. At the cost of your sister. I know this choice hurts...but it is the only one you have. I'm sorry. Leki licks his bondmates face. Her salty tears sting his tongue as he tries to comfort her. What he doesn't tell her is that the cost of Cleao's life is more than just some years off his life, it killed his mother. She had to fight the Immortal to save Cleao. His destiny is now tied up in hers, and he prays that she will make the right choice. After all, she has to choose between her ties to family and her ties to love.

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Yeah. Here it is, but this a rough draft. I should have more chapters up soon, followed by a more smooth chapter. I'm a bad girl who publishes rough copies. But I've found that if I wait to publish them, things distract me and they never get published. I'm sorry it is so different from the previous chapters...but I just don't have the mind set, or the love of the fandom to write it the same way. But, I will provide the ending just for closure. If I get the time, I'll go over all the old chapters and remove my terrible grammar mistakes.