AN: Hey, if you are still reading this then thank you so much. This is another short chapter. The story is ending soon. Thank you so much for reading!

Shepard woke up cold. It was snowing. She fell asleep in what she assumed must be a desert, and now there was snow everywhere. She looked to her left and that creepy blue eyed woman was gone. The over eager Skraeja that dragged her to this hootch was still on top of her. And every thing was quiet. Ever so quiet.

The Commander carefully slid the Martian soldier off of her, and crawled out of the hootch she'd slept it. Once she got out of that ramshackle place she found herself face to face with the Blue haired blue eyed creepy young woman.

"I've been looking everywhere for you Commander?"

"You've been looking for me?"

"Yes, there was a great deal of confusion at dawn. And I assumed that something might have happened to you"

"Why would something happen to me in the middle of a-", the commander paused at looked around. She saw bodies. She saw devastation. She did not see many living soldiers, "Where is everyone?"

"To be blunt- you slept through the end of the world"

"You're joking, right?"

"I'm afraid not. The Old one who's still in my body has initiated their endgame plan. I've accessed some satellite images of Crystal Tokyo. The Shields are down, at least 90% of the mortal population has been turned, and the Terrans are losing the fight. All friendly forces on earth have been scrambled to assist. However many of them were attacked by cultists last night. Large masses of cultists, and another group that isn't native to this reality, caught them off guard."

"What group?", asked Shepard.

"Cerberus", responded the blue haired young woman, "It would appear that the shattered remnants your old enemy have joined forces with my nemesis."

"So, we're going to go kill them?"

"Yes, but I'm afraid there's something I'll need to get us there. Mortal Blood. Willingly given. Your blood will suffice"

Shepard drew a knife, held out a hand, and dragged the blade along her palm. Warm red ichor dripped freely. It hit the snow, The Blue haired woman muttered something and Ice collected wherever the drops hit. The Ice continued to expand until it formed a room sized mirror.

"That's more then enough", commented the Blue haired Woman, "Thank you Commander"

"Don't mention it", responded the commander.

"Now Please," announced the Blue haired woman with a steely gaze, "Step into the center of the Ice Mirror. Hold your breath. And . . . Imagine you are falling"

Shepard did what the Blue haired woman said, and soon found her self thousands of kilometers away. She found herself in a different place. Somewhere special.

Crystal Tokyo, Earth

Shepard rose out of a frozen puddle of blood. There were pieces of what used to be people all around her. Shattered crystalline structures could be spotted in every direction. Something large and ungainly was shambling towards her. No time to think. She unslung the massive Marksmen weapon she'd be hauling around. Target in sights. Shepard pulled the trigger.

A massive high explosive round slammed into shambling horror. Pieces of it went everywhere. One large chunk hit Shepard. There was some brown hair stuck to the flesh and a small pink bow.

The Commander scanned the bits of flesh around her. More hair, more pieces of clothing, and a few toys. These things used to be people. The truth hit her like ground glass. She remembered husks, she remembered Banshee's, she remembered Thessia, she remembered Earth, and above all else she remembered the reaper war. She made her peace years ago. Now she was back in the mess. Surrounded by what used to people. Why? Why was she back?

Shepard dropped her very heavy marksmen weapon. She took a step back.

"Not a fan of our weapons Shepard. Would your prefer something Lighter?"

The Blue haired women effortlessly hefted the weapon that gave even the commander trouble. She then mouthed something to Skraeja Mal. Mal, who was still rising out of the frozen blood, nodded. When her feet hit the surface she ran to the commanders side.

"Time to kill"

The tall one, Commander Shepard, glanced at her. Their eyes were vacant. They had the eyes of the dead. But they weren't dead. They were glowing. But they weren't dead. Mal smiled.

"You're glowing is pretty", they told the rather confused Tall Commander.

"Biotics?"

Mal looked up at the Commander, to gauge their rabidly changing features, and then she swiveled her head. Weird noises were coming from an Alley. More noises coming from the rooftops. She had a standard issue 9.5 x 50 mm rifle. Its heavy bullets could go through human up close real good. Dead took more shots. Were these things dead, or alive, or something worse?

"Its not just biotics, Commander"

Mal spun around. The Cold one had gotten close to them. She wasn't playing around any more. The ground at her feet was freezing up. This place must be making the cold one stronger. Like, how the Planet Mermaid made the dead stronger. The whole city must be cursed.

"What do you mean?", asked the Commander.

"Psychic powers", explained the Cold one coolly, "The body you're in must have mutated"

"Well that's not very reassuring"

"This is a good mutation commander. A good change"

Skraeja Mal looked away from the Tall one and the cold one. Monsters were gathering around them. They hadn't attacked yet. Why hadn't they . . . no. Not good.

Mal froze. Another woman, a woman who was a head taller then the cold one, was approaching them. Skraeja Mal recognized the body. This Woman looked just like the late sailor Mercury. Sailor Mercury was supposed to be dead.