“I’m going to town. You want something?” She asked. Avery shook her head and opened the letter. 

Dearest Avery

I hope this letter finds you feeling better. I do wish you would change your mind and allow me to let your mothers know that you at least alive. Alistair insists every day that you are alive. Bette has retreated to the Los Angeles with Tina and the children. She has opened her own gallery and Tina has returned to her old job. They miss you terribly as do the rest of us. Shane still has not left the Island. She still blames herself for your supposed death. Lil and Helena have moved to NYC and opened a bar. Alice and Tasha still remain here.

You were right the remaining members of the Dark Kings court surrendered. It happened just like you said it would. Peace is spreading throughout the magical world. We have a representative from the kingdoms of elves, dwarfs, fairies, and Ancients on the council. The Witch and Wizard community are expected to nominate their representative within the month. As are the Amazons and Valkyries. As you said the Warlocks would resist but they have finally pledged peace. The problem we are running into is Inter-Realm commerce. Any Suggestions?

I hope are soon strong enough to come home. I miss you, and love you. I know you would hate to leave your love nest but the time is coming for you both to fly the nest. Maybe you both could go live in LA with your families and have that normal life together that you both so desperately want. 

Love Always, 

Aunty Kit

Avery placed the letter in the drawer next to the bed with all the others and finished her breakfast. She decided it was time to get out of the bed. 

The battle had drained Avery of every bit of magic that she had. She had been slashed numerous times. 5 times on her back once on her side and once on her right arm. The Dark King had coated all of his weapons in poison and without magical healing would take a very long time to heal. Kit sent her away with Dixie to heal, because if the world knew she was powerless she would be an even bigger target.

Avery stood and walked slowly into the bathroom and very carefully pulled her shirt off. She examined each of her wounds in the mirror very carefully. Taking note of every detail. She turned the shower on. The hot water stung as ran over open wounds. Avery braced herself against the wall. 

“Mother Goddess, I am your loyal servant. I have fought and killed in your name. I call on your strength. Heal me.” Avery closed her eyes and opened her soul to the Goddess.  Her marks began to swell and grow. Her magic was recharging. The pain from her wounds healing was 10 times worse than she could have imagined. 

A bright light appeared in the bathroom. The image of a woman appeared in the light. 

“My child. You have sacrificed your own happiness for what’s right. You have placed the rightfully heir on the throne and she has brought peace to my children. You have given yourself and asked nothing in return.” The Goddess spoke. 

“Mother Goddess, guide me. I know not where to go next.” Avery said. 

“Your destiny has been fulfilled. You have my blessing to follow your hearts desire.” The Goddess reached in and touched Avery’s mark. It glowed gold and went dark black. Then she disappeared. 

Avery stepped out of shower and looked in the mirror. Her wounds had healed almost completely.