Epilogue

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As queen, I taught all my people that magic was not a wicked art; it was unless you used it in wicked ways. All families begging for scraps were fed by my castle and the homeless in my castle. Ross and I got closer and closer until we married. We soon had a daughter named Anna who looked like me except her eyes that were her fathers. I still hadn't decided to try to get my immortality. I would soon find that answer out very soon.

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