This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

First, I would like to say thank you readers for staying with me so far. It's been a long journey, but this is the end for now. Maybe next I can make a prequel to this all.

Enjoy the end, or cry.


Epilogue

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June 24, 2013

Basil, Daniel, and Molly were gathered around the dinner table. Recently, Basil woke up and asked for Daniel and Molly to come for some unknown reason. Basil was still covered in wounds and realistically should still be in bed, but he was persistent about seeing them.

"Dude, you need some rest," Daniel said the instant he saw him.

"Daniel's right, you can talk to us later," Molly agreed.

"No, this is urgent," Basil replied. "So listen up so I don't have to repeat myself."

Daniel and Molly scooted closer to listen. They wanted him in bed as quickly as possible.

"It has come to my attention that there is something wrong with your minds," Basil stated.

"Eh?" Daniel and Molly said in unison.

"Honestly, this might have been something from the very start," Basil sighed. "But, I suppose I was too blind to see it until now. You see, I have a guess that you two are…infected with a certain spell. From what I've seen, it isn't too harmful, but I just would like to inform you of it."

"Wait, what are you talking about? What spell?" Daniel questioned.

"Something that presumably addles the mind," Basil explained. "I could analyze it if you would like."

"Well, get to it!" Molly exclaimed, sounding slightly alarmed.

The two followed Basil downstairs. In the basement, Daniel and Molly laid themselves on two tables while Basil messed with a few complicated looking controls from above. Soon, he was done.

"Ok, from what I can see here…there is a spell that is deeply affecting some subconscious areas of your mind. I don't know how else to say it since I don't actually specialize in mind-based spell craft but I can at the very least see that there is something in your heads," Basil stated. "From what I've seen, it has probably affected some reasoning and is probably why you're still with me."

"You mean the whole reason why we are still fighting is because something is in our head?" Molly asked.

"Well, it's probably a contributing factor certainly," Basil admitted.

"You mean to say that the reason why I've been having panic attacks, having failing grades, having horrible dreams of you and Daniel and everyone being mangled by some monstrous entity is because you left a damn mind altering spell in my head!" Molly muttered.

"Uh, well, like I said, it's a contributing fact—"

"Get it out!" Molly demanded. She did not like the thought that there was something in her head.

"If I can call—"

"GET IT OUT!" Molly screamed.

"Molly, if I just pluck the thing out, it could do more damage than leaving it in. Sort of like a bullet—"

"Basil, I don't care. You left a Goddamned spell that was messing around in our minds, GET IT OUT!" Molly yelled.

"Molly, I don't like having a spell in my head any more than you, but it sounds like it's not doing much so maybe it is better if we leave it?" Daniel suggested.

"You never leave any mind controlling anything around in your head!" Molly exclaimed. "EVER! Now get it out!"

A sound of a bell rang throughout the house and an old man walked down stairs.

"WHO IS THAT!" Molly questioned.

"The specialist, he's here to take it out," Basil explained.

Before Molly or Daniel could say anything, the old man quickly dashed to their side, placed his hand on their heads, and muttered some incomprehensible noise. A flash of light later, Molly and Daniel bolted straight up from the bed.

"Oh…God…what have I been doing," Molly muttered before throwing up to the side.

"Well, that wasn't so bad," Daniel said. "Well, practice again tomorrow?"

"What? Are you insane? We are not going to do this again!" Molly protested, wiping off her bile with a sleeve. "We almost died…oh God I lost count of how many times we almost died. You are not supposed to lose count of how many times you would almost die. You aren't even supposed to begin count of how many times you are close to death."

"Well, I mean, if you're into rock climbing and stuff, I'm pretty sure they—"

"Daniel! Those people are thrill seekers! I am not a thrill seeker! You are not a thrill seeker! Are you even understanding what has been going on for the past few months! We participated in a God damned war!" Molly screeched.

"Well, it wasn't all that bad…and rock climbing and all of that is pretty fun," Daniel protested.

"Oh God, you're a thrill seeker! Forget this, I'm leaving, now," Molly said.

Molly tried to step down from the table before her legs gave away due to uncontrollable jittering. Basil lent a hand, but she shook it off. She tried to lean against the table but didn't get very far, ending up having to crawl towards the exit.

Daniel looked at her, then he looked back at Basil. Basil shrugged and turned away. Shaking his head, Daniel ran for Molly before stumbling. His legs were shaking too. Not to be disturbed, he bashed his fist against his leg to get it to stop. He got back to his feet and ran forward, chasing after Molly.

The old man turned to Basil and started to talk with him.

"So, was it really wise to remove that little mind alteration spell?" The old man asked.

"I don't know, shouldn't you know more than me about that? Michelangelo? You're the one who placed it there in the first place," Basil retorted.

"Ah, you noticed that? Well, shouldn't you have warned me sooner? Or have you really not noticed it until now?" Michelangelo asked.

"I…was blind. I didn't see it until now," Basil muttered.

"Oh, don't give me that. I've been with you for over ten years. If anything, you should have noticed it the instant they walked in the house," Michelangelo commented.

"I was… a fool," Basil replied as he gathered up the sword and the gun.

"Wanting companionship is nothing foolish," Michelangelo said.

"Enough of this talk," Basil commanded. "Tell me, should their minds be alright?"

"Well, while my suggestion was deep…it wasn't a forceful one," Michelangelo answered.

"Not a forceful one? I hardly see people throw up over a non-forceful suggestion," Basil retorted.

"Well, it wasn't forceful, but it did resound quite well in them," Michelangelo explained.

"Oh? What was it?" Basil asked.

"Nothing more than 'aid' dear Basil, nothing more than that," Michelangelo replied. "But, what made you get my help anyways? For removing the thing?"

"I remembered something," Basil said. "It was something a very kind lady told me."

"Which was?" Michelangelo wondered.

"Duty above all else," Basil stated. "And that duty cannot be confused by any sort of spells or affection. It has to be meant, or else it will crumble like ash."

"Well, a little bit of duty is all fine and good, but just don't let it consume you like many other mortal men," Michelangelo said.

In a flash, he left the room, leaving Basil alone.


Let me assure you that this isn't the last we've seen of Molly or of Daniel, but they're going to be out for a while, maybe a few months in story time.

I would also point out, for all of you haters out there, that Molly was participating in a war with beings that break dimensions and eat our emotions. As well as finding out her mind was screwed with since nearly day one. And that the mental mess up may or may not be contributing to her fear right now. If you can stay sane in that, I applaud you. If you're still complaining, sign up for war you brave soul.

Secondly, I would like to say that this is a story of struggle. For everyone. That's what the beginning always is, a struggle. To escape everything while trying to get everything back as well. It's weird like that.

Finally, I would like to say that there is a happy end to this particular story somewhere, but there isn't. Not right now. I mean, Basil might have his happy end some day, but right now there's just a lot of missing holes he needs to fill.

Anyways, I hope you have enjoyed this, and I'll be back so be sure to wait.