Author's note: Hey, guys. Remember me? Okay... I know. There is almost no excuse for my prolonged absence, EXCEPT bad news: The chapters I'd written long ago on my old laptop will not be recovered. So I've been trying to do a lot of rewriting, and I've also just been stupidly busy. But I'm going to try to do better. Bear with me, though. There won't be any more than fifty chapters, maybe looking at somewhere between forty and forty-five. So clearly I've got a lot of rewriting to do. Hope you enjoy the last half of the story, given how long it's taken me! And seriously, hopefully this is the last author's note for...forever. :)

Benny borrowed some clothes from Ethan, while Fayette put on the ones still sitting on the counter.

Benny, having never seen Fayette in anything other than a dress, still found her just as beautiful in a baggy shirt and pajama pants. "What are you staring at?" Fayette asked, shaking the water from her short hair. "Did I miss a spot?"

"No, it's nothing," he said, smiling. She ruffled his wet hair, preferring to see it messy like it usually was.

Finally making their way downstairs, Ethan, Sarah, and Jane had eaten without them and were sitting on the couch catching the last few minutes of the movie Jane had been watching earlier in the night.

"Wow, these dinner rolls are quality," Benny quipped, taking a bite out of one. "I wonder who made them."

"The bakery, but I take full credit for putting them in the oven at the precise temperature."

"I took them out!" Sarah shouted from the living room.

"THANK YOU!" Benny yelled back.

Fayette grinned, feeling surprisingly at home with these people. She'd never felt so normal, almost human.

Once they'd finished eating, Benny and Fayette went over to the sofa with his Spell Book to see if there were any spells to take the spaghetti stains out of Fayette's dress. No amount of washing would do the trick, unfortunately.

Sarah took Jane upstairs to get her ready for bed as it neared ten o'clock.

Flipping through the pages, Fayette suddenly stopped Benny. "Wait, go back a few pages. Yeah, right there."

Gently taking the book from Benny, she peered in closely at the words on the page.

"I can't read that," Benny observed.

"Of course you can't. It's...it's in my language." She sounded astonished, her eyes following the words, until finally, she dropped the book on the floor and put her hand over her mouth.

"What is it?" Benny asked, while Ethan sat up to see what was happening.

"I think...it's a prophecy," she said between her fingers.

"What does it say?"

Sarah made her way downstairs, unaware that she had missed something. "You will not believe how spotless the shower-" She noticed the silence hanging in the room, and as she sat down beside Ethan, she continued, "What just happened?"

"Fayette found a prophecy in her language in my Spell Book," Benny explained.

"Let me read it to you," she said, picking Benny's book back up, flipping through the pages until she found the right one. She cleared her throat before continuing.

"One wears the crown,

With a target upon her heart.

One holds the bow and arrow,

To tear the kingdom apart.

The final of the three

Holds the lock and the key.

With lips no longer sealed

And wings that don't fly alone,

When blue lightning flashes,

The tree will turn to stone."

If Sarah had thought she'd walked into piercing silence before, it was nothing compared to the dead air that followed. No one spoke for minutes.

"I'm confused," Ethan finally spoke up.

"So am I," Fayette admitted, closing the book and passing it over to Benny.

"What do you think it means?" Sarah asked.

Fayette, biting her lip, looked over to Benny. "Honestly, and this may sound crazy, I think it's about Rowan and myself, and apparently someone else. But I also think it's a way to defeat him without giving up the throne."

"Are you sure it's about you?" Benny said, placing his hand on top of hers.

"Just read between the lines of it. Also, in the history of the pixies and the Treefolk, there has never been any strife, so it couldn't pertain to anyone of the past. It's in my language. It was in your book for me to see. I just really believe there aren't any coincidences in life, and this is too big to be overlooked."

Ethan got up from the sofa and searched through the nearby bookshelf. "I'll get some paper and a pen, and I want you to write this down so we can try to figure this out. Okay?" he said.

Fayette nodded, a whole new set of worries having just been added onto her plate.

Benny held the piece of paper for what seemed to be ages. His face was crinkled in an expression of deep thought. Fayette studied him carefully, waiting to see what he had to say, finally, about his thoughts on the possible prophecy.

He opened his mouth, and spoke. "Oh, that's an S. I thought it was the number 8."

"Are you kidding me?" Sarah exclaimed. "We waited all this time for you to say something, and it was you trying to figure out whether Fayette wrote down an S or an 8?"

"Why would I put a random number where a letter should go?" Fayette couldn't help but give a light laugh. "Is my handwriting that awful?"

"No, actually, I think your handwriting is pretty." Benny smiled, passing the sheet of paper over to her. "But yeah, I still can't really figure out what it means. I'm not a fan of poetry."

"Just because it rhymes doesn't mean it's poetry," Ethan interjected, taking the paper gently from Fayette's fingertips. "I think I've got it kind of figured out though."

Benny, Fayette, and Sarah all perked up at this news. "Explain it then!"

"It's not that simple. Just because we have the basic gist of it, doesn't necessarily mean we know how to defeat Rowan."

"It's gotta be a start though. Right?" Fayette added the last word hopefully.

Ethan gave her a reassuring look. "It's a start, yes. All right, I think we need a plan."