The very, very end. I must say, the final line is a bit cheesy, but I love it. Guess what: Darkness is now complete! Stay tuned for the sequel. Heck yes:) Nevermore.

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I perched lightly on the enormous throne. It was engraved silver with a big, red velvet cushion. I was dressed in a long, navy blue gown made of the softest silk I had ever felt. It passed my feet and the green. silken slippers that covered my feet. There were no sleeves on the gown, and the new black calligraphy that covered my arm was highlighted with silver bracelets, necklaces, and rings. I had one gold ring, set with a large garnet. My hair was piled on the top of my head in an elaborate updo, a few curls poking out of the 'do, framing my newly made-up face. My eyes were lined in dark blue and my lips were a shade of red that matched a pomegranate.

"You look incredible," Phael whispered to me. He sat beside me in an engraved gold throne. He was dressed elaborately in black breeches that were stuffed into white stockings and black shoes that buckled. He wore a crimson shirt that was embroidered with fiery colours and icy hues. He had a blazing copper crown that shone against his black hair.

"So do you," I replied. I stared at the huge crowd before us. There were unimaginable creatures sitting beside faeries that looked almost human.

"Is this going to hurt?" I asked nervously, eyeing the excited fey.

"Not at all. You know, unless the crown gets caught on your hair." He cracked an excited smile and leaned forward, pressing his lips to my cheek. They burned furiously.

"All rise!" a small man with long grey hair ordered. He stood on the navy carpet that our thrones sat on, and everyone rose, making a loud shuffling noise.

Phael stood up, raising his arms above his head, calling something out in a language that I couldn't understand. Everyone cheered furiously. A tall, slender girl with blindingly white hair walked down the carpet, carrying a velvet pillow that matched the cushion I sat on. A silver crown that resembled Phael's perched on the pillow, gleaming brightly. She stopped in front of me and the grey-haired faerie shuffled over, snatching up the pillow. She held onto the crown and smiled reassuringly at me.

"You'll make a wonderfull queen," she told me quietly. I smiled back. She stepped onto the raised dias and held the crown above my head, shouting something that I just couldn't understand. Why did they have to do that?

She placed the crown on top of the curls and kissed my forehead before stepping back. I sat up a bit straighter, and saw the incredible brightness that glowed inside of Phael as the faeries screamed with pleasure.

"It is done! All hail the new Faerie Queen!" the grey-haired faerie shouted, matching the wild cheers of the faeries. Phael ran over and wrapped his arms around me, twirling me around and around.

"I'm so glad you're here," he whispered, kissing me full on the mouth. "Welcome to enternity."