"So...the spell's broken?"
"Uh-huh."
"And...he didn't kill you?"
"Well, I'm alive, aren't I?"
Aerrow sighed. He hugged Piper for what felt like the millionth time. She brushed her fingers over the thick gauze Stork had placed on her arm, remembered the brief sensation of burning, and smiled bitterly.
Venus walked over and touched her pale fingers to the wound. A curious, tingling sensation took over Piper's arm, and then the goddess smiled. "It's healed as well as I can do it. Although Asclepius would've done a better job..."
Piper peeled the cloth away. Nothing remained of the wound, save a scar, shaped curiously like...like a heart.
"Did you do that?" Pipe asked.
"No, dear. That must've just been how the blade cut you." Venus shrugged. "Sorry for all this trouble. We'll leave, now." She beckoned towards Eros, a sneer on her mouth. "That wife of his has been calling every ten minutes to complain."
"And the Dark Ace...is alright?" Piper whispered. Aerrow furrowed his brow, as did Venus.
"Why do you want to know, dear?"
"Well, I just...Aerrow told me that he could be damaged."
"I don't know." Venus tilted her head to one side. Her hair was long, inky, and black, today, waist length and straight. "Do you want me to find out?"
"Piper..." Aerrow growled, warning tones in his voice.
"Yes," she said, clear, decisive, and...worried. Aerrow frowned, but too late! The goddess smiled, and she and her son disappeared in a flash of light. The scent of lavender and ocean was gone, replaced with the rusty, woody, and altogether wonderful scent of home.
Piper smiled. She was glad to be back.
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A/N: And it feels like happy ending, but it's not!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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