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A while after we got back, Alyssa called my cell phone. She asked a series of random questions, and barely any of them made any sense. Apparently my unhappy reactions were enough for her to gauge that I was still me and not a Nesatealian Puppet. The moon also isn’t red, but she didn’t know that we were worried about that.

No one has to know about the red moon that almost shone down on Midas City as an entry point into a witch queen’s domain. No one ever has to know about the golden warrior and the silver siren that surrendered themselves to protect their loves and their world. No one has to kneel to a red skinned woman more powerful than anyone else I’ve ever faced and will ever face again. I’m not going to give up being Silver Girl, but even after I take a little vacation, I can’t imagine anyone else being nearly as challenging as Red.

No one has to know those things, but I’ll make sure they do. Everyone should know about what almost happened that they never need to worry about again. No one needs to worry about the Nesatealia swooping down and taking them away for their own sick desires.

The power vacuum likely to result from the crippling of the Nesatealia wont be a pleasant matter, but it’s not my problem. That world isn’t mine. If the conflict spills over I might be forced to help, but I’m not going to endanger myself just because my destiny would have me be the goddess that Red wouldn’t be. I don’t know if I believe that I’m the descendant of Pallas or not, but I do believe that Red and I share a common ancestry.

Lida is cleaning up some of the Nesatealia mess with Yana before bringing Susan into town. Everyone wants to spend some time just doting on me and Valerie and I. Surprisingly enough, she’s dealing with this a thousand times better than I am. She lost her lover before, so I guess having her really be gone, knowing that she redeemed herself in the end, must be soothing.

I can tell she’s in pain, but she can at least stop crying. It’s been really hard for me. There are the times where no tears will flow at all, and then there are the times it’s all I can do. It makes Aurora miserable. I’ve avoided talking about Olivia with her because, even if she’s just a baby, a part of her might understand.

Later I’m going to an appointment with Mystic. It’s time that I finally got my head looked at beyond cleansing out any mental control. It’s time that I finally dealt with all of my issues. Grief counseling couldn’t hurt, either. I have two daughters to look after now. Sylvia is so adorable. Her eyes are just as . . . understanding as Aurora’s. There’s no way to be holding her and talking to her without getting the feeling that she knows everything you’re saying and is full of brilliant responses. I made Sarah a promise, and even if I’m Sarah again – chock full of her memories that maybe one day I’ll have sorted through – I’m going to keep that promise. I will be the best mother to Sylvia that I can.

Valerie has offered to let me move in with her for awhile. Her apartment is more than big enough, and it would be good to make sure Aurora has someone else there for her. Apparently Valerie intends to go back to work at The Midas Touch, so it would probably make her feel better if Sylvia were being watched over by someone she knew. Susan will be in town to help, of course, but I have a feeling she’ll be more interested in babysitting me. I can think straight, and I know that I have responsibilities, but it’s still hard. Everything is hard, even if we saved the day and I never have to be afraid of the Nesatealia again.

Mourning Frost was happy to be free of Quillspawn’s influence, and I think she’s feeling even worse about Olivia’s death than I am. She loved her once, even if it twisted and corrupted. Capturing Olivia like she did indirectly led to her death. I made it very clear to her that if I ever saw her back in Midas, she would cherish her time as Quillspawn’s pet.

She left rather abruptly after that.

Silhouette and Yana plan to go after Quillspawn, and track down every last one of her “inklings” to make sure she’s gone once and for all. They’re not leaving for a week or two at the least, which I think is for mine and Valerie’s sakes more than anything else. Yana asked if she could take up the mantle of Patina, which made me pretty happy. She said that the ideals Patina stood for were worth keeping alive, and since she felt all healed up, it was time to repay her debt to the world with a little heroics of her own.

All of our lives have reached new plateaus. Valerie isn’t sad anymore, despite still hurting from the loss of her Sarah; she no longer has to worry like she used to, so it’s not a constant suffering. Lida can be reunited with Susan. None of my friends is being controlled by red headed or black haired witches.

Yanuka will be found outside of the LaSilvas shrine, her mind quite thoroughly blown, desiring nothing more than to be their latest maid. That is, of course, after she lets her collection go. I’ll probably need to help fix some of their minds, but Lida seemed confident that the Eye would help her.

Here I am, standing over my daughters, the one that came from me and the one that sort of did, and is mine all the same. Tears well up in my eyes as I reach down to stroke both of their faces as softly as I can. “Now my little sweeties . . . I . . . Aurora, your other mommy, Olivia, she’s . . . She did a very special thing to make sure you could have your other mommy, me. Whether she should have or not, well, I guess it only matters that she felt it was worth it. And Sylvia, your mommy, she sacrificed herself so there would be a world for you to grow up in. She did some bad things in her life, but she turned it all around in the end. She saved the whole world . . . you should be proud of her. I can’t replace her, but I can try and do a halfway decent job in her stead . . .”

They both coo, and seem to understand, even if they are so blissfully unaware of my meaning. They seem to have the most faith in me out of everyone in the world. I’m not sure if I deserve it, but it feels nice. It feels great. Raising Aurora and Sylvia will be so wonderful, even with its share of hardships.

We’ll make it through, as a family. I don’t know what to do with Valerie. Memories of how she met Sarah keep filtering into my mind. Memories of the time they spent together, in love, savoring every moment, are in my mind and they’re mine as much as they were Sarah’s. I’m not going to disgrace Olivia’s memory by jumping into Valerie’s bed, but I admit that something happening while we raise our children together wouldn’t be a bad thing.

Olivia was never the type of lover telling me that if she died I had to stay single for the rest of my life. The thought shouldn’t matter to me so much, but already looking at Valerie feels different. She’s the mother of my daughter, one of them anyway. I remember so many special memories that I have no business remembering, but it makes it so easy to feel exactly what Sarah felt for her.

“In a little while your silver mommy is going to go to see a very special woman, because she’s going to get her head in gear for you. Just for you . . . Well, for her too, but most of all for you, because you deserve the best childhoods you can get. For at least awhile, I’m going to spend a little time every week, maybe more, just getting some things out so I can be a better mommy . . . but the rest of the time I’m going to spend with the two of you and your other mommy. I don’t know how Olivia would feel about Valerie raising you, Aurora, but she already has before when we’ve had her babysit so . . .

“This is my silly way of trying to say that nothing’s over. Just because Olivia is gone, and Sarah is gone, and I’m going to take a little break from being a heroine . . . it doesn’t mean anything is coming to an end. The two of you are going to grow up big and strong, and make all of your mothers very, very proud. I’ll do everything I can to make sure of it . . . always. I’ll do everything I can to keep making the world the best place for the two of you . . . everything is for the two of you.” I lean down and kiss both of their foreheads, just enough to feel and add the faintest of sparks to my lips.

It’s almost enough to make me feel better when they both make such a similar squealing sound. Aurora has had some sad moments, but she seems to be getting past them. Not forgetting, maybe just getting used to the loss and getting used to having her cousin around a lot more. I guess they’re more half-sisters now.

Cousins to sisters . .. maybe they’ll end up the luckiest ones for this whole mess. They always love spending time together, and now they’ll almost always be together.

Getting a handle on my light from so much experience means that now, after I get better, I’ll be able to help out a lot more people. I won’t need to call on Mystic for everything, though I’m sure she’ll still get plenty of annoying late night calls.

“So I guess that the best way to end this little talk is to say that, well . . . There will always be a Silver Girl. Sylvia, your mommy showed me how important it is that there always be people out there, making the world safer . . . and Aurora, your mommy showed me that those people sometimes need to make sacrifices. Nothing is really over, though a lot of things have changed . . . but there will always be people that need saving, and Silver Girl will be there.” They both make the most adorable sounds in response, and it makes me feel serene. Now I get to relax and spend a little time with my two extra special little girls before Valerie takes over so I can pay a visit to Mystic.

The adventures of Silver Girl might be on pause while I get myself together, but they’ll never really be over. Sometimes I’m sure I’ll wish they could be, but Midas City needs a Silver Girl, and I need her too. Besides, after saving the world at least twice, anything else sans parenthood just wouldn’t be worth my time.