A/N: It's the final island chapter! It came so quickly. Poor little Alice has grown up so much. This, however, is not the last chapter, so I won't be doing thank yous/shout outs here. I'll talk about other stuff instead.

So, yes, there's a sequel which will be about Poptropica Worlds. That probably won't come out for a while because I want to give Poptropica Worlds some time to develop (there's only two islands!) And, secondly, I want a break XD Now, what will the sequel be about? Well I'm afraid I can't say that (spoilers!). But it's gonna be different.

Okay, that's all from me - enjoy the chapter and catch ya later!

It didn't feel real. The end didn't feel real. I didn't want it to be real. I felt like I hadn't done enough yet, seen enough yet…

"You're so brave, Alice," Mom told me, staring at me with her chocolate-brown eyes. She wrapped her arms around my skinny frame. "We're all so proud of you. You've grown up so much."

"Thanks." I replied, feelings mixing up inside me like a smoothie. I appreciated the kind words but I knew they couldn't change the end.

"Don't worry, Al," Marcus gave my shoulder a pat. "You'll do great." We watched Chrissi and her messed up gang. They were sort of sitting near each other, even though most of the time Chrissi was by herself. I'd been avoiding them at all costs. Quite frankly I wanted nothing to do with them. Well... until then.

"I should speak to Chrissi sometime," I mused. She looked like Fierce Fox. "We need to talk about Louisa."

"Do what you want." Marcus replied, shrugging. "I haven't spoken to those girls a lot, so, uh, I can't really give you a whole lot of advice."

"That's okay," I said, smiling at my friend. "I want to do it by myself anyway." I watched the gang. They were mildly conversing with each other. Chrissi wasn't paying attention to them. They hadn't bullied me for a long time. I guess Louisa's death had affected them that badly. I felt bad for them. No one deserved to feel like that.

"I'll talk to her sometime," I said, propping my chin on my hands. "Sometime."

Fear was building up inside me. I had to speak to Fierce Fox about the end - something I hadn't focused too much on. How would she react? I didn't know. I was about to find out.

I landed on Home Island. It was then I realized I wouldn't see a lot of my new friends again either. I would miss them. I'd miss everything. The adventures, the puzzles, the searching-through-bins, even the mundane activities. It wasn't fair. I didn't want it to end.

"Hey," I approached Fierce Fox. She was standing on the bridge. I gave Amelia a wave; she gave me a hearty grin in return. Amelia was so positive. I envied her energy. "There's something I need to tell you." Fierce Fox gave me a stare of interest. "We should probably go somewhere private." Fierce Fox nodded. She led me over to her little bedroom in her home: it looked the same as last time. Much more interesting than my room. The firework patterns really suited her bed.

We sat down on such bed. An awkward silence filled the room for a few moments before I took a deep breath.

"So, you know how I'm from another world?" I asked. Fierce Fox asked. She was being awfully quiet. "Well, um… I'm not exactly sure if this is true or not, but I think this may be our last island quest. In our world, this is the last Poptropica Island. There are no more quests after this. We've got all the medallions."

"So this is the last one?" Fierce Fox asked, raising her brow. I nodded. She paused for a moment. My lip quivered.

"I don't really know how you feel about me," I spoke. "I don't know why you act the way you act. There's a lot about you - about everything - I don't know. And I especially don't know how you feel right now. Relieved? Sad? It's a mystery and only you know the answer. But I will tell you how I feel. I'll miss you, Fierce Fox. I'll miss Poptropica. I'll miss everything. This is my home. You're my friend. I've never been to a place where I've felt more comfortable." Tears were forming in my eyes. Emotion began washing over me. I didn't want to say goodbye. Not yet.

"Alice…" Fierce Fox looked like she wanted to say something. Her fists clenched. "I'll miss you too. You're a great working partner." She took a deep breath. "There's something I need to tell you. I knew you were coming, Alice." She looked away. "I knew everything. I knew you were a human. I knew about the prophecy. I knew you'd come."

"What?" I asked, gasping.

~THIRD PERSON~

She was so tired. The girl was so tired. Nothing happened. Her parents were obsessed with their work. They were the top of the food chain. Yet the girl felt like she was at the very bottom. She was tired.

Until that came.

She'd been chosen. She'd been chosen to be Poptropica's hero. She could tell by the grand, yellow blimp that had arrived at her house. Blue vines were growing all over her doorstep. The blimp was waiting to take her away.

"That damn blue box," her ever-busy mother observed the girl's house. "Holy smokes… you've been chosen, m'girl. You're the chosen hero. You'll be the one to save us."

"What?" the girl asked, staring at her mother.

"You're the one in the prophecy, girl," the mother breathed, her eyes widening in shock. "You're the flippin' prophesied hero."

"Dad was…" the girl gulped. "But Dad said it would be someone from another world. A human."

"You'll be the human's buddy," the mother replied. She placed a trembling hand on the girl's shoulder. "M'girl, this is serious. You basically represent the human hero, so you'll be right alongside 'em. You're gonna save the world, kid. Your dad was right."

"I'm… I'm the prophesied hero." the red-haired girl repeated. "The prophesied hero."

~ALICE~

Fierce Fox and I were headed over to Escape From Pelican Rock Island - the lucky last island (unfortunately not my favourite, but I'd try my hardest to enjoy it). My feelings were mixed. I'd always thought Poptropicans just poofed out of boxes, but apparently they have backstories. And every Poptropican is the main hero in different timelines, so that's why Fierce Fox is the only one trying to save the day. It made me think. Did the Zeus shenanigan only affect our timeline? If it did, bad for us, but it wouldn't affect all of Poptropica. After all, I hadn't heard of anyone else entering Poptropica (or any video game for that matter).

"My dad was a bit dodgy too, Fierce Fox," I told my friend. "He was a criminal. A criminal and he never told me. It's awful. Then he died." I looked away as we landed on Escape From Pelican Rock. "I don't want to imagine how you must've felt when your dad tried to…" I trailed off. "Thanks for telling me. It's good to get to know you. Even if… you already knew about me…"

"I'm sorry," Fierce Fox replied, sounding genuine. She gave me a grin. "You're not so bad for a human."

"And you're one heck of a Poptropican." I laughed in response. She was really awesome. We had a short hug that wasn't too awkward.

"If we're together, we'll be okay," Fierce Fox said, smiling. "We can do anything."

"Yes," I agreed, confidently. "Anything." Fierce Fox and I focused on the island. Lucky last island. It's similar to a city. There are houses of various colours; cement roads and paths; blue sky; ferry market; crates full of fruit; a bank; the Golden Gate Bridge (it's based off San Francisco). Fierce Fox and I were milling around the fruit boxes when a thief ran past, money trailing out of a bag behind her.

"We'll get caught when we go after her," I informed Fierce Fox. "We'll go to jail."

"We'll find another way to bust her," Fierce Fox replied, cracking her knuckles. "We'll take her down."

"That won't work," I replied. I tapped my chin. "Maybe… we'll just follow the island plot. If we do, I know it'll work out in the end." I was about eighty percent sure.

"Fine." Fierce Fox grumbled, snorting. "We'll play safe."

"Sorry." I replied, feeling guilty. I looked away.

"Well, it's your last island quest," Fierce Fox told me with a comforting gaze. "Do what you want."

My eyes lit up. "Thanks!" So, with that, we chased after the thief, whose name is the Booted Bandit. She was running up a dirt hill covered in buildings. One of these buildings is a fish warehouse, which is quite tall. The mountain also had a stone path winding upwards. Fierce Fox and I climbed said path. The Booted Bandit was way ahead and I knew we weren't going to catch her. Fierce Fox, however, had other ideas. She grabbed my wrist with a burst of strength. The air flew out of my lungs. I gasped in surprised as we raced upwards.

"We'll stop her." Fierce Fox promised encouragingly. I gave her a smile as she led me over buildings and muddy slopes. We reached the top. The Booted Bandit was placing her money down. Fierce Fox and I approached her. She gave us a dark grin.

"Well well well," she spat. "It's the prophesied hero and her little friend. Aren't I lucky?" She laughed. "Sorry, girls. You've walked straight into a trap." She placed a sheet of cloth over Fierce Fox's head and shoved me off the edge of the hill. I fell down and down. I wasn't stopping. It was over. The darkness consumed my vision and my head felt light. I'd lost on the last island to something so stupid. Now Fierce Fox was gone.

I was so stupid.

"Whoa, there!" someone stopped my fall at the bottom of the hill. Grass and trees were surrounding us like walls, letting in some sunlight. Quite pretty. But I didn't focus on that. I was relieved. Relieved to be alive.

"Thanks for saving me." I stared at my saviour. He was taller than me; Athena's height. So not a normal Poptropican. He had a white chiton draped across his shoulders. He had olive skin and mischievous eyes. He was wearing a golden helmet with two little wings on the side. In his right palm was a caduceus. He looked familiar. "Who are you?"

"Who am I? I'm Hermes, kiddo - messenger of the gods!" my saviour answered cheerfully. "And I've got a message for you. Athena wants to see you on Mythology Island right now - she says it's urgent."

"She does… sir?" I replied, biting my lip. "But… my friend is in trouble, and…"

"Your friend'll be fine," Hermes assured me. "I think you already know how to save her." He winked at me. "If I were you, I'd head on over to Mythology Island - whatever Athena wants to speak to you about must be important!" I gave him a nod and reluctantly raced away from the mountain. I hoped Fierce Fox was okay. She's Fierce Fox, I told myself. She can get through it.

I hope, an anxious voice at the back of my head whimpered. I hope.

The blimp touched down on Mythology Island. It was as nice as ever; the sun was out and so were people. The old, beautiful buildings were the same. I passed them, the breeze flowing through my hair. I'd be able to enjoy it more if I wasn't worrying about why Athena wanted to see me or Fierce Fox.

I found Athena by the olive trees. The plump olives were glowing golden, reflecting the sunlight. The bushy green leaves blew gently in the breeze. The goddess was the same as ever. She seemed pleased to see me.

"Greetings, Alice," she greeted me. "I'm afraid I have some alarming news. A new prophecy has arosen."

"What…?" I asked, my eyes widening. "Another prophecy…? What's… what's it about?"

"The lines are this," Athena cleared her throat.

"In a new world, three heroes will appear.

One home again, one competitive and one shaking in fear.

Long gone-vengeance will rise,

Taking the world as its prize.

If the heroes succeed,

We will be free.

But if they lose,

Every world is doomed."

I held my breath for a few moments. Three new heroes? Home again sounded like me, I guessed, but I wasn't sure about the other two. Long gone-vengeance didn't exactly sound appealing either. 'Every world is doomed' was really the worst.

"It seems in another world, more forces will try to destroy the world," Athena mused. "One of vengeance. Perhaps it is my father, Zeus? He has tried twice before. If he is so persistent he may try again."

"Oh no," I said aloud. Zeus was not really a great guy. That got me thinking about something else. "But, um, Athena, what's this new world?"

"That I am unsure of," Athena replied, tapping her chin. "You're more likely to know more about that than me, Alice. You know far more about this world than even I."

"But I haven't heard about any new worlds," I retorted, biting my lip. "Or any new islands recently, either."

"Islands appear occasionally, but one has not appeared for quite a while, if you don't include Monkey Wrench," Athena added. "Speaking of a topic similar, today is your last medallion quest, correct?"

"Yeah." I replied, looking down. The sadness hit me again.

"If this prophecy is true, this is not the end, Alice," Athena told me. "There's still more coming your way. You must be prepared."

Not the end…? Feelings of joy flooded through me. "I can try."

"You have an island quest at the current time, Alice," Athena told me. She pointed in the direction of my blimp. "Your friend requires saving."

"Thanks, Athena!" I replied, turning to walk away.

"Watch out, Alice," Athena warned. "The end is not here. You must be prepared."

I found myself crawling through a vent in a prison on Pelican Rock, thinking about Athena's words. Probably a little too much. I needed to focus on saving Fierce Fox, but those words wouldn't leave my head. Prophecies. The end is not here. Heroes. Everything. Of course I was happy my adventures were not over, but I felt anxious at the same time. I didn't know what to expect now or who the other heroes were. Or this 'vengeance' business.

Come on Alice, I told myself. Fierce Fox needs to be saved. I reached Fierce Fox's prison cell. It was dark (it was night). Fierce Fox was in there, sleeping away. I saw a security guard wave her flashlight over her snoozing figure before walking away. I snuck down and shook Fierce Fox's body as hard as I could.

"Hey," I greeted. "We're getting out of here." Before entering the prison, I grabbed a mannequin Poptropican and bought a red wig (boring yet weird story, don't ask). I helped Fierce Fox out of the bed and put the dummy in her place. "Come on." I led her away from the bed and into the vents.

"What about my friends? I wanna save them." Fierce Fox told me as we hung around in the vents. "And we need to stop the Booted Bandit."

"I think I've got a plan." I replied. "I know how the island ends. I know what to do. Let's do this."

We ended up going to everyone's jail cell and making dummies out of pillows and blankets. Then we snuck out, avoiding the security lights (that took a really really long time). I explained the whole scenario: Fierce Fox wasn't the Booted Bandit, just an identical copy. We needed to bust the real booted bandit. It was kind of ironic that a group of criminals were playing the part of the hero, but whatever. This is reality.

Pretty much every policeman/woman the prison on Pelican Rock had was chasing after us. Not great.

"When we bust the Booted Bandit, it'll be fine," I assured the criminals. "Trust me." To bust said criminal, we had to lure her out into the open.

"We've got that." Two twin criminals assured us. They smirked. "She won't have a chance against us!" The rest of us hid in the bushes while the twin crims found the Booted Bandit on the lighthouse on that big dirt hill.

"How do you know all this?" this older criminal asked me.

"I'm smart." I answered. Sure enough, the Booted Bandit was chasing after the twin criminals who had stolen one of her precious boots. They led her straight into the open where pretty much every police officer saw her.

"It's the Booted Bandit!" one police officer shrieked.

"Get her!" the warden ordered. The police officers surrounded the Booted Bandit who was screaming curses at the top of her lungs. The twins high-fived. I climbed out of the bushes and approached the officers. The Booted Bandit was glaring at me with so much hatred it reminded me with a pang of Louisa.

"I was the one who set this up so she could be caught," I told the police officers. "I… I… I, um, also freed the other prisoners, but… they're innocent! Trust me! I swear on my life!" The police officers faced me.

"That bandit tricked me so I'd get into trouble." Fierce Fox growled. "She's my doppelganger but we're nothing alike."

"She tricked the rest of us!" Another prisoner squawked. Soon everyone began telling their experiences with the Booted Bandit. The criminal herself was glaring daggers at us.

"If this is true…" the main police officer stepped forward. "Then you deserve this." She handed me the island medallion. The island medallion. Shock horror raced through me. Now the end had really hit. It was really over. My heart was racing. I couldn't believe it.

"The end," Fierce Fox's head appeared over my shoulder. She gave me another hug. "Goodbye, Alice."

"Actually, um, this isn't the end," I told my friend. My arms wrapped around her midriff. "Athena called me before and told me… about a new prophecy. She said I'd becoming back… and there was a new world."

"What?" Fierce Fox raised her brow. She stopped the hug. "So… it's not the end."

"Well, for now, yes… but not forever." I said, laughing. I gave her shoulder a squeeze. "Say goodbye to all my friends for me anyway."

"Okay," Fierce Fox replied, her breathing slowing. Mine did too. Some of the Poptropicans watching were sniffling in the background. The emotions were contagious, most unfortunately. I handed Fierce Fox the medallion, tears building in my eyes. Fierce Fox herself almost looked like she wanted to cry.

"Thank you," I said, my lip trembling. "Thank you for everything." I hugged her. Then it was over.