AN: Hello All,

To be short and sweet, thank you TO ALL of you. There are no words I have other than THANK YOU. This series started my FF, it started my entry into the Fae-Family. It has given me so much. I have met so many amazing people through LG and through FF.

A special thanks to my eternal partner-in-crime, Tiny. Inspiration, love, muse, sounding board, and so much more. Thank you.

And one last but not least in no particular order a special thanks to; MHD2105, Mammon, Joannrbb, Cheryl, YellowCamaro, Junetweed, Pam Renea, Cheekymadom, swtid77, Spyklv, Major JR, Theresa Gardner, Ingriid, Shinylight, Krdavis14, Misnglinke, terrihead1, DinahWas. And so many more, all of you who have read through it all 3rd person and POV, who stuck in through the craziest and darkest points. Who watched me grow and help me become a better writer. Always giving words of encouragement and putting your thoughts in. You were just as much a part of this saga as I am.

One last time, thank you.

Pokie

Epilogue

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'History is written by the victor…and that's what I was depending on.

When I woke from Hel there was a moment, I know it was just a moment in reality but for me it was like I had woken and then the world froze and I had all of these realizations clicking one right after another. A chain of dominos making everything make sense. Every piece of the puzzle falling into each other until the perfect picture was painted. All the answers filled in.

It had been a long time since I had one of those moments.

Where to start…

The first thing that clicked for me and the most important thing to understand is about Hel. As it turns out Hel and Hell aren't the same thing and if there even is a Hell… well, that's another debate. Hel is simply another dimension. A dimension passed to one person from the next. It's not good or bad, it's not anything other than a place. Jack made it a Hell of traditional ideals. Danielle made it a Hell of her own sick soul.

But the thing is…it doesn't need to be a Hell. It never did.

Somewhere along the way during my multiple beatings from Skylar and Ty I came to a lot of realizations too. I went through believing I deserved them to understanding I didn't. And it was in that realization I began to remember how strong I really am. Who I really am. The level of strength I have and have always had.

Something Danielle never could mimic.

It all just became a matter of accepting my destiny. Of accepting myself. Accepting that the darkness that lays within myself is always there, but also the light that lives there too. Hel was a horrible place because Jack was a horrible person and so was Danielle. But if it was mine…it didn't have to be.

It took a little time after the Dawn of the New Age, as it was come to be called but I figured out how to master it. When I did I let the all of the souls go…to wherever it is souls go. I wanted to say goodbye to everyone, if it was true that Jack had started collecting everyone and Danielle continued…they all would have been there. But I came to realize that it wasn't my place. They had all suffered unspeakable tortures at the hands of my family and that ended with me.

So when I gained complete control I let them all go to find peace. Because ultimately, everyone deserves peace eventually. And if they didn't well I guess there is always the hope that Hell is a real place.

My plan to position the children in a perfect place to lead had worked far better than to ever be expected. Victoria and Michael had truly shown they were born for this. Ethan had managed to step up and found himself once he stopped trying to be everything for me and Lauren. Sean took some time after the death of Mila, the second one. But eventually he came around. Eventually he understood why I needed him to and we found a common ground. I gave him a purpose and it was enough.

Speaking of purpose, Kenz. As it would turn out that night she nearly died…again. Go figure. Lauren waiting in the wings had given her plenty of chi and continued to do so until it was time. Until the very last phase of my plan.

Lauren and myself had grown naturally tired of living. Of life. Of our responsibilities. It was not about love or family or being unhappy, it was just about being tired. Lauren had said it once, more than once I just didn't listen. I didn't realize how true it was until my little visit to Hel. She was raised as human and I was too, her longer than me. She said that there needs to be some acceptance of the notion of living as long as we have. As we will. And I don't think we ever made peace with that. Truth is we needed time. Kenz on the other hand was opposite us. The time didn't bother her, she was only ready to go only because she had felt she had lost purpose. The last phase of my plan took care of that for her as well.

With some great convincing Lauren completed the process of Kenz becoming fae just in time. We had charged her with watching the children, all of them and we had charged Sean with watching his siblings and his aunt. A perfect arrangement for two lost souls.

Our arrangement or rather mine with Charlotte entailed that peace would last for a minimum of five years. It was an odd amount of time that they pushed for, but I took what I could get. Time of war and all, compromise is key. And truth be told, Charlotte didn't want war. She wanted to play leader or something closer to it. Five years is a long time for humans, I don't think she would want war even then.

With the world at peace, it was an easy task for the family.

And for myself and Lauren you might ask?

Well, the very last part of my plan and maybe my one true moment of genius. Lauren had kept mentioning 'taking a break' and through some research I found there was a ritual in which could put us into a deep sleep for a period of time. Then presto, wake up in five or ten years and hit play. The only problem is that I'm greedy by nature. And if you were paying attention then you now now why I talked in such great depths about Hel and willpower.

Ultimately, and yes I am using Lauren's word here…we went to Hel.

I know, I know. Crazy sentence. Crazy thing to wrap your mind around, but like I said…Hel is all what the wielder makes it and well currently I'm thinking Tahiti, it's a magical place.

We told the world five years, we told our family five years but in reality we expected no-less than ten. Time for us flies and if life continued how we left it…how we intended then ten years will be the blink of an eye.

That being said, if you're reading this…the cliff notes to the long complicated history that could never do it justice, one of two things has happen. One, you're mischievous and take after me. You might be wondering how I know we're related somehow, well, only blood is allowed through the barrier. You'd be dead if you weren't. Or two, something has happened and you need to wake us without our children.

I sincerely hope it's the first….

Regardless, whoever you might be, grandson…granddaughter…nephew…niece…greatgrand-something…I look forward to meeting you. Oh and before waking me, read Lauren's note. We made a bet who could write a better one. I think I won…as always.

With love,

Bo'

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Ysabeau Alreyna – The Protector / Lauren Alreyna – The Healer

Victoria Alreyna – The Warrior / Michael Alreyna – The Battlemaster

Ethan Alreyna – The Bloody / Charlotte Alryena – The Dissident

Sean Alryena – The Savage / Danielle Alreyna – The Leviathan

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Arya's POV

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My eyes run over each and every letter etched into the black marble high above. Heart pounding so fast I can barely breathe. Seventeen years and I was never even allowed near the door to the stairs of this place and now here I am…feet on the holy ground.

Turning around in a circle I look over all the names, names of people from stories I never met but heard about. All giants and now here for me to gawk at. The opposite wall from them names etched in just the same.

"Hale…Dyson…Vex…Mila…Eric…Trivino…Audry…Ryena…Niko…Skylar…Ty….Denzel…Hunter…Soren…Markus…Malik…" Eyes widening as I read some aloud in no particular order.

Turning back to the 'Royal' wall my eyes move over the names once again. So weird seeing their names up there when this place is for the dead…sorta. Mom said once a name stuck, it was etched in for history could not be unwritten.

I feel the ground shake reminding me my awe is going to have to wait. Looking down at the letter in my hand, eyes skimming through it one more time. She should have left a 'How-to-Wake' instruction sheet attached too.

Folding the paper up, shoving it into my back pocket I march right up to the white, marble coffin, pulling the lid up. "My God, you're beautiful." My eyes widening as they move over her face. Pictures didn't do her justice at all.

"Alright grandma, gotta wake up." I sigh, grabbing hold of the edge of the coffin, the ground shaking a little harder. "Time to go save grandmother."