Author's note: Hello there! Guess what? It's the last chapter. Wow, doesn't time just fly. I want to thank every single reader of this story, and everyone who reviewed, faved or followed this story. It means a ton to me. So, thank you.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

He stood in the very same place where the Winx had left him before they took off to the skies on his Dragon-robot. He kept his gaze on the jewel on his hand. It had glowed a couple of hours earlier... What was taking her so long?

He heard a long, slow creak from the door as it opened, but didn't react in any way. Judging from the careful approach, he already knew who it was.

"Should have expected you to be here..." Griselda mumbled wearily. She approached him cautiously, charred pieces of wood breaking under her feet. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the heavy bags under her eyes, which suggested that stress had won over. "Hagen, what are you doing here?"

No answer.

"It's been over a week. I know it's not that long, but we're still under threat and we must move on."

Merely a glance and a quiet grunt.

Griselda frowned. "Look at yourself. You should do something! Her body is missing, do you not understand?" She pointed her finger at him. "Faragonda is dead and her body is gone! For Dragon's sake, even the Winx are missing! And still you just can't—"

The jewel on his hand gleamed in brief flashes and he now turned to look at the woman beside himself. "She's coming."

"She's— What?" Griselda slowly let her hand fall down. She sighed, softening her tone. "Hagen, she will not—"

"No, no, just... Watch." Hagen placed his hand on the large mirror, and in a second, its surface was glowing pure white. Just like it was supposed to go. Just what she had told him that one night. Just what he had waited for ever since.

The memorial had most likely ended quite a while ago, but he wasn't there to see it. He couldn't have stayed. He couldn't have faced her. He had thought he could have prevented something like this. That he could have made good all the years of hiding and not being there to protect her, as he wanted. What an idiot he had been. He had actually thought he could have done something good.

He made his way across the burnt room, absentmindedly kicking a piece of wood. He himself had made sure everything would be in millions of pieces. He knew he should have been ashamed. He'd have plenty of time to be that later.

Sudden, faint noises brought him back to reality. He heard someone opening the door, gasping and running away. Spinning around, he managed to catch a glimpse of white fabric. Now everything that had gone through his mind just seconds ago was pushed away, replaced by uncontrollable curiosity. With a slam, the door was wide open and he followed the running footsteps, despite them getting distant.

He tried to call out after the runner, and the steps stopped. He huffed, ready to throw the whole thing out of a window and go back to the office. He slowed down where two hallways met and got pulled into the other. Before he knew it, he was pushed against a wall with a hand clasped over his mouth.

"All right, all right, you caught me, just keep quiet."

The woman was small compared to him. From where she forced his head to stay, he could only see her white hair bouncing around as her dark blue eyes searched for any hint of someone else being there.

Had her hand not been touching him, he wouldn't have believed she was there. And he had to be honest with himself; he still didn't. It was just his imagination, just what he wanted to see.

A frown was plastered on his face as he pushed her hand away. "What is this? Some kind of sick joke?"

"Excuse me?" Her voice might not have been above a whisper, yet her tone made sure that he'd know she was irritated. She could pretend to be that all she wanted, but her slumping shoulders and shaking hand told him she was also hurt.

"You can't be... You." Hagen rubbed the bridge of his nose and gestured to her. "You're dead. Faragonda is dead." He ran his hand over his face and let out a heavy, tired sigh. He couldn't deal with something like this now.

Her lips pursed into a small pout. "Hagen, look me in the eyes. Then tell me it isn't I."

Reluctantly, he agreed to meet her gaze. She fixed him a meaningful stare, which screamed the one thing he refused to believe: 'I am here, I am alive'.

He allowed his hands to first creep up on her shoulder, and from there to travel to her face. He brushed his thumbs over her warm cheeks that were no longer pale like few hours ago. His eyes started to water and he only felt a smile tug her lips.

"There, there..." Faragonda reached out to wipe his eyes.

"How is this—? How can you—?"

Her finger dropped down on his lips. "It is a long story, which I can't yet fully tell you."

"I have time. More than enough."

Faragonda shook her head. "But I don't. They most likely have an eye on you, and if I'm seen, it'll ruin everything. But take this." Her hand made a delicate swirl and suddenly held two jewels. "Take the other. It'll glow when I have time to talk to you. Then you must only go to my office and knock on the mirror twice. Understood?"

Hagen merely nodded, taking the other jewel for closer studying. He opened his mouth to speak, but got no chance.

"And when I'll be coming back," she continued, "that jewel will start flashing brightly. You'll only have to place your hand on the mirror then."

He took a one good look of the red stone on his hand before stuffing it in his pocket. "Where are you going?"

Faragonda merely dropped her gaze on the ground and took a breath. She rose on her toes and pressed a light kiss on his lips. "I love you. And since I was, like I said, 'too much of a coward' to admit it first... I should do something brave to make it up, right?" She tilted her head slightly and smiled.

"You're not going where I think you'll go."

"I forbid you from following me." With that she run off to her office, and when he reached it, she was gone. He could only trust that she'd keep her promise.

A hand reached out from the glowing mirror and he wasted no time to hesitate before taking a hold of it. She was surprised, but wore a big smile when she came to the view. She got to stand still for merely a second before Hagen pulled her into a tight embrace.

"You helped them, didn't you?" Faragonda looked up to him with a light frown as the Winx arrived in the office too, along with the unconscious man.

"Couldn't help it." Hagen chuckled, allowing her some space.

Griselda's mouth had hung open for some time until she managed to stutter, "Y-you... But how?" She stepped closer with a hand reached out. Her finger poked at the scar on the other woman's neck, and she quickly drew it back. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, still gravely confused.

Faragonda merely smiled. "Later, my dear Griselda. Everything will be explained and back to normal before you even realize it."

Griselda nodded slowly, correcting her posture and clearing her throat. "It is good to have you back."

"Yes, I'm happy to be back here too." Faragonda snapped her fingers to dispel the magic from Mortuus, causing him to drop on the floor. "Now, could you please go call the monks of Light Haven? I believe that they should take care of him."

Griselda just now realized whom they had brought with them. She nodded. "Yes, of course. And I will inform rest of the staff about... This." She gestured to nothing in particular before turning to the door.

"Oh, and please rip that photo off the wall on your way!" Faragonda called after her. "I'm certain everyone has had enough of it."

Tecna raised an eyebrow. "The photo on the staff room's wall, I assume?" Upon receiving a nod, she said, "But it couldn't be removed earlier."

"Yes..." Faragonda lowered her gaze. "I guess I was selfish. I... Didn't want you to forget me. I made sure the picture would stay until I'd come back. I felt that if there was something... Something unexplainable, and you wouldn't just... Accept it and— To be honest, I don't know what I was thinking. I apologize."

"You better," Layla joked. "Stella was on the edge with that thing."

Faragonda only laughed.

Flora hesitated for a moment before pushing through the rest of the group. "If you excuse me, I must go see Helia." She briefly waved her hand before exiting the room.

"Now," Hagen began, "how about while we wait for the monks, you'd tell me what happened during these past few hours?"

During their half an hour wait, someone would occasionally flinch if Mortuus happened to grunt or shift. Much for their luck, he didn't even properly open his eyes until the door was slammed open and two pair of feet stomped across the office.

Mortuus didn't bother to struggle when the two monks gripped his upper arms and lifted him up. He didn't sacrifice one moment for figuring out where he was, but instead kept looking at the men.

"Oh, my, I know these guys!" He laughed. "I'm going back to Light Haven, aren't I? Oh, how I've missed that place, the peace, the quiet... Flowers and BIRDS!" His attempts of escape by kicking the men beside himself where cut off shortly. He kept twisting and turning, but he was no match for the heavily muscled monks.

Faragonda shook her head. "You honestly think you'll get away with everything that easily? For once you underestimate yourself." The smirk that grew on her face somehow caused him to calm down. "You've earned yourself a ticket straight to Omega Dimension."

"Omega, oh, but that changes everything!" Mortuus gave her a taut grin. "I've heard the climate is lovely this time of the year. Such a pity I didn't get there 25 years earlier."

"I'm sure it's worth of the wait." Faragonda sharply nodded to the monks as a sign of that they should escort him out.

"As much as you have been a worthy opponent. It's a pity we won't meet again." After he said that, she could see how admitting it made him just now realize the situation; this time, no matter what he promised or did, he couldn't avenge himself.

"Don't worry, I'll send you a postcard from Omega!" he called over his shoulder as he was dragged to the door.

Faragonda snorted softly, her hands on her hips. "You think I'll miss you?"

When they were already almost out of the door, Mortuus laughed, shouting out the words that were later told to be his last, "You just said it yourself, darling!"