Janus and Ashlan appeared in a spark of light. Ashlan practically somersaulted through the void and grappled Mena in a lion hug. “At least, I know what to expect from you…ack… Sunny” Mena choked, while Janus giggled. “Where were you guys?” Mena asked.

“We were watching the same flashback,” Janus remarked. “But it seems Maggie had involved you directly.”

“I was sooooo scared for you,” Ashlan nearly bawled as she throttled Mena some more. “I’m so happy that terrible Ghost Writer is gone.”

“She seemed very vengeful…ack…” Mena gagged, “But wouldn’t you be too if you were murdered like that?”

“No one was right in this situation,” Princess Plumerella said, wiping her slightly pink face. Her head was turned away from them. Everyone turned to face her instead.

Plumerella maintained a cold demeanor as she gazed into the void. “Chad exposed her, my daddy killed her and she killed them. I forgave her because I cared so deeply about her, but perhaps I let my feelings get the best of me.”

“Wowie zowie,” Mena muttered, “You know, for a fairy tale storybook, this place sure has a grey morality.”

“I did what my mother would’ve done,” Plumerella said, trying to have a regal resolve. “She believed in the goodness of everyone and so did I.”

“It was indeed very queenly of you,” the Good Fairy said, placing her hand on Plumerella’s shoulder. “It was why I had initially entrusted the Golden Plume to your mother. She ruled wrote New Brushwick in a fair and respectful way. It was only once your father inherited the Golden Plume did things go astray.”

“Can we please go back to it?” Plumerella begged, “This madness needs to end.”

The Good Fairy pointed to Mena. “That is truly up to her, the new Ghost Writer.”

After being released from Ashlan’s grasp, Mena regained her breath before floating over to Plumerella and the Good Fairy. With her plume in hand, Mena gave a shiny white grin of teeth and metal. “That’s my job, isn’t it?” Mena asked extending her hand to write upon the air. “A certain Phenomena can write the world a better end?”

Plumerella bounced up and down, “Please Mena. Let there be no more war and conflict. Let the world have its color back.”

Mena bit her lip. She quizzically stared at the Good Fairy. “Can I really write people to stop fighting?”

The Good Fairy held her hands up, letting her white robes flap in the wind. “Even in this world, humans, animals and pigmalians are still born with a will of their own. You cannot. But you can write them a better fate.”

Mena tapped her chin with her finger. “Hmm…” her eyes reflected against the gold of the plume. “I know.”

She began to write in the air: “Color and vitality was restored to the land…but the magic was distributed equally. No longer did the rich have the magic ink. Everyone had a little bit of it inside them. Both humans and pigmalians.”

Far off in the distance, New Brushwick colored itself in a plethora of rainbows. The forests shone a verdant green, the skies were an angelic hue of blue, the buildings of straw, stone and brick all bore color once again. Even the Colosqueallum and Plumerella’s castle returned to bright pink and grey respectively. “Well done,” the Good Fairy said with a kind smile. “That is the mark of a fair and balanced writer. And now, I leave the rest to you.”

Slowly, the four girls lowered down onto the Ghost Writer’s desk. Chad, Pigchard and the dragon mother were standing together, and from the looks of it, Chad had taken on a new form. “Ladies,” said a Chad Abber with a brand-new layer of flesh. His arms extended towards them, and he flashed a winsome grin. “I thank you most humbly.”

“You even wrote HIM a happy ending?” Ashlan exclaimed.

“What?” Mena responded. “I wasn’t even thinking of Chad.”

“No matter, future beauty,” Chad said, patting Mena on a head. “Wait a few years, and then I’ll give you a big smooch for your restoration of my good looks.”

Chad walked over to Plumerella and smiled. “I have risen again, my beloved. How about you give me a kiss?”

Plumerella turned her head, crossing her arms. “We are over, Chad, now that I know you caused all this. In all irony, I’d rather kiss a corpse than you.”

“Ohhhhhh,” Ashlan and Mena said together as Chad’s arms sank.

Chad retreated over to Janus. “Come on, Dead Babe. Surely, you’re still into me.”

“I’m afraid not,” Janus said, turning away. “What you once had, in my eyes, is gone.”

Chad gave a grimace more befitting of a dead person. “That’s it,” he howled. “I’ve had it with all of you, wenches.”

“You want to take us all on then?” Ashlan snarled. “Mess with me, and you’ll look even worse than you did as a corpse.”

“Ladies,” Mena said, as everyone deliberated on hitting Chad. “I think we should give Janus the final decision. After all, he broke her heart.”

“I’ve got the perfect idea,” Janus said, and she clapped her hands.

The dragon mother charged over and whipped him with her tail, sending him flying across the Ghost Writer’s room back into the forest.

“That’s it?” Ashlan asked, “A little anti-climatic don’t you think? Considering what he did. Both to you and Maggie.”

Janus gave a mirthful giggle. “Well…revenge is not the way of the reaper”—Janus gave a playful wink. “We let time and age do all our dirty work. Sixty years later and he’ll look the same,”—a mischievous smirk curled on Janus’ face—"Only he won’t be moving anymore.”

A shrill girlish voice echoed from the woods in New Brushwick. It was the voice of Lumber Jill. “There you are, Chad. You lazy bum, it’s about time you start doing work around here. From now on, you’re going to be my own personal wood chopping bench.”

“Curse you wenches,” Chad’s angry voice howled out from across the table.

“Or a precocious younger sister could be all the karma he needs,” Janus said, gleefully.

“What in the world did you even see in this cad?” Ashlan demanded of Janus.

“Well…” the pixie-reaper put her hands to her cheeks. “When I had met him, rigor-mortis had set in and he was all stiff and…”

Ashlan’s voice snapped at her quickly. “Ok, enough, bony. When I though you couldn’t get more gross you dig up a whole new graveyard.”

Everyone laughed together, but Pigchard humbly interrupted him with his trademark, snoik. “Excuse me, but what happened to my dear Maggie?”

The levity around them ceased as Mena filled Pigchard in on how his daughter had come to her senses and given up the ghost. There was a sadness on Pigchard’s face. Tears twinkled in his shiny dark eyes, but at last, he breathed a sigh of relief. “Snoik…I’m happy that she’s finally at peace. That’s all I needed to hear.”

“Miss Dragon?” Mena asked, turning to the large Aero-Dragon.

“Yes dear?” the dragon responded and moved closer to Mena.

“Take Plumerella and Pigchard back to New Brushwick,” Mena said as she walked over to Janus and Ashlan. “Our work here is done.”

“Thank you for everything,” Plumerella said as she mounted the Aero-Dragon with her pig companion. “We’ll never forget you.”

“We won’t either,” Mena said, “Only uh…how do we get outta here?

The Good Fairy giggled in her spritely, yet womanly voice. “Use the Golden Plume. Not only can it write them a better end, but you as well.”

Mena held out her pen. She happily scrawled the words: “And after saving the Kingdom of New Brushwick, Mena and her friends returned to their own world.”

Magically, Mena, Janus and Ashlan rose into the air, and waved goodbye as they soared towards the open window in the writer’s room. They spread their arms as they glided through a clear cerulean sky. As the writer’s room vanished into the blue, a large book appeared before them and flapped open to a page picturing Gemini’s study. “Well girls, there truly is no place like home,” Mena remarked, feeling very proud of herself.

They dove into the page, and shot out, with a loud thud. Mena got to her feet and gazed at the book. No longer was there a picture of the Unwritten Kingdom inside of it. New Brushwick had become written again and now was a part of Dula—it was now the Imagicnation central that all magical beings depended upon. “At long last,” a squawky voice called out to the girls.

Gemini rushed towards them with a sense of urgency on his face. Gemini inspected each of them with his watchful rainbow eyes. “Long time no see,” Mena said, but Gemini shushed her. “Two things,” he said, holding up two fingers. “It’s now the end of the semester, and once I fill you in on things, Mena will have to depart Nightdream Academy as soon as she can.”