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Epilogue: (Y/n) came down the stairs, wearing a deep blue gown. Tonight was their one year anniversary of meeting. It was a year ago tonight that Vlad found her in the woods and saved her, took her inside, let her stay, and the rest is history. Weeks ago, the traumatizing night had occurred. (Y/n) was still shaken up after seeing a werewolf, her life being in danger, and finding out that all these creatures were real. But the witches gave her some medicine to steady her nerves. She thought she’d be alright; since the horror was all over. Vlad and (Y/n) got closer after this. Sure, it was still a bit difficult for them, but they decided to make it work as best they could. It didn’t matter if they weren’t going to spend the rest of their lives together. Why not be together while they could if they were in love? If (Y/n) couldn’t make it to the castle, Vlad would fly to her house to be with her. It was easier for him to fly than for her to drive. He didn’t have any interest in the modern

The next day, the citizens had all gathered in the square and the soldiers prevented them from getting any closer to the platform Voldemort and Alexis were both on, and the citizens were shouting in protest with pitchforks and torches in their hands. Voldemort stood on the platform, and read the proclamation from a scroll out loud as some guards sounded their drums, "The prisoner, Alexis, has been found guilty for the crime of Muggleborn witchcraft. The sentence: death!" The citizens tried to push the guards out of their way as they all protested angrily, but they were held back. "Release her!" Marge Simpson cried. "Let her go!" Mr. Arrow yelled. "She's done nothing wrong!" Belle added. "She is innocent!" Hiram Flaversham shouted. While the citizens were protesting, Gaston tossed bales of straw at the pyre that Alexis was tied to. She was out of her Gypsy dress and was now wearing a ratty white dress and her hair was down. She looked at Ruber, who was holding a lit torch in his

Chapter 31: Journey to the West Third-Person: The next morning, the three girls were still fast asleep in their beds. The curtains were closed, and it left their room extremely dark. Aside from the nightmare she had in the middle of the night, Dorothy was able sleep throughout and didn’t have another bad dream. Then the sound of a rooster crowing in the morning woke the girls up as Victoria stretched up her arms to wake up more. Babie, who was laying on her lap, woke up with a yawn and shook her head. Jenna fluttered her eyes opened and turned to her supine position. She sat up, stretched her arms out, rubbed her eyes, and yawned. She rolled her neck around in each direction to get the stiffness out. Dorothy was the last person to wake up. She opened her eyes briefly and blinked a few times. “Good morning, Dorothy,” Victoria said. “Did you sleep all right?” “Yes,” the girl nodded. “Thank you for being there for me and helping me go back to sleep.” “You’re welcome, Dorothy,”