In the grand hall, the golden chandeliers hung high, casting a warm glow over the faces of those who had fought valiantly. The large wooden doors were thrown open, allowing the cool evening breeze to flutter in.

Abigail stood at the head of the room, her presence emanating regality and grace. The room fell silent as she began to speak.

"Today, we stand united not just as warriors, but as family," she began, her voice filled with gratitude. "Each one of you here has shown courage, resilience, and an undying spirit."

She turned her gaze towards the group of Amazon women. "Let us all raise our glass to the fierce women of the Amazon, you've shown that bravery knows no gender. Your fierce loyalty and fighting spirit have been a light of hope for us all."

A nod was directed towards King Gawain and his knights. "To King Gawain and his valiant knights, your honor and strength have been the backbone of this resistance. We will forever be in your debt."

She then acknowledged the Zanga men with deep respect. "To the Zanga men, whose determination and loyalty have never trembled. Your contribution to our cause will be sung for generations."

Abigail's gaze shifted to Finn, her voice reflecting warmth and kinship. "To Finn, not only have you fought like a true Amazon, but you've also proven to be a true sister to Veronica. Your protective spirit is unparalleled. We all pray for your swift recovery from the injury."

"To Challenger," she continued with a warm smile, "our very own wizard. Your intellect and innovation with the Greek fire, your quick thinking in the labyrinth, and your bravery against the red witch have been invaluable. Veronica is blessed to have you as her friend."

"To Marguerite." she said with simplicity, "Despite all challenges you faced, you found the strength to channel your energy in the right way. You didn't let the dark powers consume you, and that's a testament to your spirit."

She then looked at Roxton with a gentle smile, "To Roxton, your unwavering, pure, and unconditional love for Marguerite has been her guiding light. You have stood as her pillar, showing her the way even in the darkest times."

"To Summerlee," she said, turning her warm gaze to her father. "For always being there to listen, to guide, and to offer comfort when we most needed it. Your wisdom and kindness have been invaluable to all of us, and especially to me."

Lastly, her eyes met Malone's. "To Malone... You have loved and protected my Veronica with everything you have. You are her prince, the other half of her heart."

Abigail raised her glass high, her gaze sweeping across the faces of everyone she had just acknowledged. "To all of you, to our collective strength, bravery, and the unyielding bonds we've formed. To a future filled with love, hope, and unity."

The grand hall echoed with the sound of clinking glasses, as everyone present joined in the toast, their spirits lifted by Abigail's heartwarming words.

Pausing for a moment, she finally added. "To those who found themselves on the wrong side of this battle, I offer my pardon. Mistakes were made, but today is a day of forgiveness and unity."


The atmosphere in the room was light, the explorers having taken a moment to relax among themselves. As they chatted, Roxton stepped forward, a broad smile on his face, clearing his throat to draw attention.

"Everyone, your attention please," he began, "We have some jolly news to share. Marguerite and I... are getting married!"

Gasps of excitement filled the room, but before the group could recover from the first announcement, Marguerite chimed in, her voice soft and tinged with a hint of shyness. "And... there's more. We're going to have a baby."

The room erupted in delighted astonishment. Summerlee, ever the calm and composed one, approached the couple, extending his hands. "Congratulations to the both of you! A wedding and a child—what wonderful news to celebrate!"

Finn clapped her hands together, grinning widely. "That is really cool. You guys had a slow burn, but you got there in the end. I've been shipping you from the moment I met you."

Marguerite looked puzzled. "Shipping us?"

"Yeah," Finn began, her eyes shining with mischief, "From day one. Veronica and Ned had their own sweet tale, but there's something about your romance that is totally out there. It's that old-fashioned, slow burn, 'will they, won't they' kind of tension. Just like watching Dawson's Creek." For a moment, Finn wore a genuinely puzzled expression, as if she had confused herself with her own words. "Boy, do I know pop references all of a sudden. In any case, I'm really sorry that I won't be there to see your wedding."

Marguerite's lips twitched in a half-smile, a mix of amusement and mild irritation evident on her face as Finn so accurately and openly dissected their relationship.

Roxton inquired. "But Finn, why wouldn't you be there to see it? We'd love to have you in England with us."

Finn hesitated for a moment, then said. "I don't think I'll be visiting England in 1923, to be honest."

Malone asked, "Does that mean you'll be staying with us here in Avalon?"

Finn let out a sigh. "I had plans to go and live in the Amazon village. But after taking that arrow to the knee, and with Abigail's diagnosis, I may never fully recover. Being a warrior might be off the table for me."

Veronica interjected warmly, "Then you're staying with us."

Finn's gaze shifted to Abigail, seeking guidance.

Abigail, with a reassuring tone, said, "The choice is yours, Finn."

Finn paused, collecting her thoughts. "So, here's the deal. Even before Mordren was defeated, I started having these two parallel sets of memories. In one, the world in my time is destroyed in a nuclear war and in the other one, everything is normal, and I have a family. Now, with Mordren gone, the old memories are fading, and the new ones are getting more vivid."

Marguerite tried to convey, "That sounds like a good thing, doesn't it? It means we have saved the world and changed the future."

But Finn's expression remained contemplative, even slightly melancholic.

Veronica, sensing her mood, deduced, "It means she's leaving us."

Nodding, Finn admitted, "I have a family, a sister, a cozy room. I listen to Taylor Swift and have quite the internet following. It's not a bad life to return to. But there's a catch."

She again looked at Abigail, as if asking her to clarify.

Abigail took a deep breath. "I am heartbroken to say that going back to the future is a one-way journey. If Finn chooses to go back, she won't be able to return here."

All eyes turned to Abigail, awaiting further clarification. "Perhaps Challenger can explain this better," she suggested, admitting, "These scientific terms and concepts aren't exactly my forte."

Challenger nodded and with a contemplative look and began. "The intricacies of time travel revolve around principles of quantum interference and temporal stabilization. To put it simply, when we travel between the Plateau and England in 1923, we're operating within a close-knit quantum spectrum. This tight weave of quantum strings keeps our jumps stable, allowing repeated journeys without upsetting time's balance. But when considering a leap to 2033, we're spanning a much broader scope. Frequent jumps across such an extensive gap could threaten to rip the very fabric of time itself, leading to potential anomalies, paradoxes, or worse."

Marguerite raised an eyebrow, her voice tinged with a mix of awe and sarcasm, "Wow, is that all?"

Abigail nodded solemnly, "So, yes... Once Finn takes that leap to 2033, she won't be able to come back."

Veronica's eyes glistened with emotion. "Oh, Finn. I'm going to miss you so much."

Finn gave a reassuring smile. "Me, too. All of you. But hey, let's not start the waterworks just yet. How about we throw a grand farewell party? And while we're at it, why don't we have Marguerite and Roxton's wedding ceremony right here? Once you return to England, you can have the official proceedings. This way, it would be intimate, romantic, and just for us."

"What a marvelous idea." said Summerlee.

"I don't think so." Marguerite frowned slightly and folded her arms.

Finn, nudged her playfully. "Come on! It would be fun!" she urged.

Roxton's eyes twinkled with playfulness. "I actually like the idea," he admitted. Marguerite shot him an annoyed look, to which he responded with a sincere warmth, "I simply can't wait for you to become my wife."

Marguerite raised an eyebrow, "Seriously?"

Roxton continued to gaze at her, his smile unwavering. "Absolutely."

Summerlee interjected with his characteristic wisdom, "Seriously though, why not? It's the perfect ending to our incredible journey."

Abigail, with a knowing smile, corrected him, "No, Arthur... It's the perfect beginning."