This fic is a semi-rewrite of an earlier version that I had posted online before. The title is taken from the song "Geronimo" by Sheppard.
Please be advised that this is an emotionally dark story, with (TEMPORARY) character death, but it DOES have a happy ending!
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“GISELLE, NO!”
Nancy could only yell those words in horror, as Giselle violently ripped Morgan's paper “memory tree” into smaller and smaller pieces, with a nasty tearing sound occurring each time.
Beside Nancy, Morgan lifted herself off the ground, being careful not to stumble over the prickly vine again… only to witness Giselle’s tearing of the paper. Morgan’s eyes widened as her only (apparent) hope of restoring Giselle to her true self— and the world to its true form— was destroyed.
Robert looked absolutely devastated— his eyes were already full of tears, and his mouth hung slightly open in shock and despair. Nancy hadn't told him exactly what the plan was, but he seemed to realize just how dire the circumstances now were.
Even Tyson, who barely knew Giselle, was visibly horrified at the unfolding scene.
Once the drawing had been reduced to mere scraps, Giselle threw them over her head, as if tossing a disgusting piece of garbage. Nancy heard Morgan give a faint sob, and as much as she wanted to comfort Morgan, she had no idea what to say at this point.
And then… each scrap of paper shone with an orange light, and dissolved into dust of the same color. It was a beautiful, warm light— the same as Andalasian magic— and it quickly surrounded Giselle, as familiar voices resonated throughout the ballroom.
Giselle exclaiming, Oh! This is a date?
Robert promising, You’ll always be a princess to me.
Robert’s voice again. I love you.
Giselle reassuring Morgan, I’m not going anywhere!
Nancy held her breath, hoping that this would work after all…
Giselle coldly shut her eyes, as if trying to deny that anything was happening. But as the orange dust engulfed her, her face soon seemed to change somehow, and seem less… empty.
Malvina squinted in disgust at the scene, and shielded her face with her right arm.
As the light faded, Giselle toppled over— the golden crown of Monroelasia tumbling from her head, and hitting the floor with a loud clatter.
Morgan ran to her side, to help her stand up, but Giselle was able to recover quickly— at least physically. Her breathing quickened as she looked around— she was wearing an uncharacteristically-spiky red dress, in the middle of a dark, dirtied ballroom full of thorny vines, and with Robert, Nancy, Tyson, and Morgan all looking at her with concern.
“…Robert?” Giselle managed to say. Her voice trembled, but she looked at him with sheer love in her eyes— no longer cruelty and ambition— just pure, true love. And Robert was looking at her in exactly the same way.
They embraced right away; gazing into each others' eyes, and then passionately kissing. Nancy couldn't help but smile at the heartwarming scene— even after ten years, it was clear how much they cared for each other.
It worked! Nancy thought. It really worked!
“My sweet Giselle…” Robert kindly whispered, “You’ve come back to me.”
“I’m sorry… I don’t want minions!” Giselle said, on the verge of apologetic tears. Nancy internally cringed at the thought of Giselle having any sort of evil minions…
Giselle embraced Morgan next, and stroked her tangled hair. “Thank you, Morgan…" she sadly murmured. "You saved me… Even after all I did to you—”
"It's okay, Mom," Morgan interrupted. "You're safe now."
Everyone turned to look at Malvina, who was simply standing there with an immensely disgusted expression. It seemed as though family reunions in dire circumstances were too cheesy for her.
But Malvina did not give any indication that she would attack them…
Nancy’s hands shook as she heard Giselle ask, “Where’s Edward?”
“He stayed behind to protect Andalasia…” Nancy managed to say, feeling tears coming up in her eyes. Then, she noticed something she hadn’t before— in one of the ballroom’s windows, a picture of Andalasia, encased by the sides of a flowing waterfall.
No, not just a picture. A vision. A window.
Nancy didn't know how or why it was there, but that was the least of her concerns at the moment. “Please, we have to hurry!” she insisted, as the vines on the other side of the window rapidly grew higher and larger.
And suddenly, Giselle’s entire house was rising into the air— roughly torn away from its foundation, and the roots of the tree. There should have been a horrible sound, from beyond the window, but all was deathly silent. At least Giselle’s memory tree was still standing, and looked as healthy as when Morgan had first restored it… for now…
“The magic is disappearing,” Nancy hurriedly explained. “We have to stop this, or everything Andalasian will die!”
She saw Giselle and Robert glance at each other, as if they both had the same realization.
“And that means… you will…?” Robert’s voice was shaky and fearful, as he looked Giselle in the eye.
Nancy felt her heart practically skip a beat. Giselle was right— it wasn’t just Andalasia itself that relied on the existence of its own magic. Its inhabitants did, too… and if the spell wasn’t reversed…
Oh, no…
Nancy's mind immediately went back to how she and Edward had led every Andalasian citizen they could find— human, animal, pixie, troll, everyone— out to the farthest edge of the Meadows of Joy. The vortex in the sky seemed to be directly over the kingdom, so the lands outside of it would hopefully be spared.
Edward had insisted on making a second trip, back to Andalasia, in case anyone had been left behind. As selfish as it made Nancy feel, she had genuinely considered protesting at first— they were in a presumably safe place, so why risk another rescue mission?
However, she quickly realized that Edward was right. A true king and queen wouldn't leave anyone behind, no matter how dire the threat to their lives was. And so, Nancy accompanied Edward back to Andalasia, still wondering just what was causing this disaster.
They soon found several citizens who had been left behind— mostly woodland animals, but also a pixie and a troll. In fact, he was the very same troll who had tried to eat Giselle over a decade ago.
Just as the group was about to embark on their second trip to the Meadows of Joy, Nancy had heard Morgan's voice outside the palace… and quickly discovered what Giselle had done with the Wishing Wand.
The seconds ticked down unbearably slow in the ballroom, and Nancy could only think of Edward— left behind in a crumbling Andalasia, by his own choice. He most likely was leading those last few citizens to the Meadows of Joy…
Such a wonderful man… he’s amazing…
Please don’t let him die… Let him make it to the Meadows…
“No— no way!” Giselle proclaimed.
Nancy turned to face Giselle, and saw, in her grasp, the Wishing Wand.
She still had the wand! There was hope after all!
“I can fix this!” Giselle declared. Her lips moved, and the tip of the wand glowed orange—
“STOP!”
Giselle, Nancy, Robert, and Tyson spun around, to see Malvina smirking… and a dark shadow behind her.
“I wouldn't, if I were you…” she sneered.
Morgan’s pale, unconscious body rose up from the shadows, slowly being encased by the thorny vines. Giselle let out a gasp of sheer terror, followed quickly by Nancy and Robert.
Why… Why did I leave her alone with this 'Malvina' lady?! Nancy bitterly thought, shaking from head to toe.
“MORGAN!” Robert shouted, as the vines enclosed her entirely, aside from her head. He glared at Malvina with a furious glint in his eyes…
…And so did Tyson.
“Mother, what are you doing?!” Tyson demanded, causing Nancy to feel even more uneasy. Tyson was Malvina’s son? At least he didn’t seem to be evil…
“Oh, relax, darling. It’s just a little sleeping potion.” Malvina held up a vial of dark maroon liquid, as if to somehow reassure Tyson. “It was actually meant for Giselle, but… this’ll do!”
Giselle’s voice was both furious and panicked as she spoke to Malvina. “You have to undo it!”
“And I shall,” Malvina sneered. She launched into a gleeful explanation of how Giselle’s wish would be permanent at the last stroke of midnight— and as Nancy looked at the clock tower through a dirtied window of the ballroom, she saw that it was only a few minutes until midnight, and her heart dropped even further.
“So. You’re going to drop that wand, and let the clock strike, and then… she'll be free!” Malvina casually stated to Giselle.
Nancy saw Giselle shakily turn towards that window to Andalasia, where the now-friendly troll who had once tried to eat her was struggling to walk… or even lift his head, due to his magic leaving him.
The troll… he's still there! They must not have been able to leave! Nancy realized. Oh, no… Edward… he’ll… he’ll… HE’LL DIE!
“But… if I do that… Andalasia dies,” Giselle whimpered.
“And if you don’t do it… SHE DIES!” Malvina cruelly shrieked at Giselle, clenching her hand into a tight fist, and causing the vines to roughly constrict Morgan even more.
Her breathing sounded significantly fainter now… but Giselle didn’t move.
No matter what Giselle chose, Nancy would not get out of this without losing someone dear to her. Her heart was pounding harder than ever before.
Andalasia had hundreds of thousands of living beings in it, including Edward, but Morgan was right in front of her. Nancy shuddered as she pictured Morgan being slowly torn to pieces by the vines. But surely it was morally right to save an entire kingdom’s worth of life, over one person? However, that person was Morgan, and she wasn’t even an adult… She barely got to live her life… But… there were countless children in Andalasia…
Nancy couldn't make a decision, let alone think properly— and neither could Giselle.
“CEASE, EVIL WITCH!”
Robert held up a sword— Edward’s favorite sword— and pointed it towards Malvina's heart.
“Aw, Robert. Don’t you think you’re being a little harsh?” Malvina teased, not sounding scared at all.
At first, Nancy was about to tell Robert to kill Malvina (no matter how messy the results were), but she quickly realized that only Malvina could undo Morgan’s curse.
Unless…
She hurriedly tapped Giselle on the shoulder, causing her to briefly flinch in surprise. “…Nancy?” she squeaked.
Nancy simply pointed to the wand in Giselle’s grasp, and she knew what she had to do.
Taking a deep breath, Giselle proclaimed, "I wish!" A bolt of orange light flew towards the tangle of vines, breaking a large gap in them.
For a few seconds, it looked as though there was hope again— even Malvina looked a bit shocked. But the vines almost instantly grew back, thicker than before, even as Giselle continued to cast barrage after barrage of magic at them. They were absorbing the wand’s magic… just as they had absorbed the rest of Andalasia’s.
“Please, Malvina…” Giselle begged, ceasing her magic. “This isn't you!”
“IT IS, NOW!” Malvina defiantly shouted, looking directly at Giselle. “Just… as… you… WISHED IT!”
The vines tightened even more around Morgan— especially her neck— she wasn’t breathing— as Giselle let out a heartbroken cry of, “NO!”
And with that, the wand fell from Giselle’s hand, leaving Nancy to wonder if it was deliberate, or by accident.
Giselle, Nancy, Tyson, and Robert all helplessly watched as Malvina stepped on the Wishing Wand, and snapped it in half with the heel of her shoe, all while smirking.
I hate you, Nancy thought of Malvina, as the sickening crunch of snapped wood rang in her ears. You’re not even going to free Morgan, are you?!
But Morgan was freed.
The vines lowered her onto the floor, and Morgan resumed breathing, with a loud gasp. Giselle and Robert ran towards her, followed by Nancy and Tyson, as Morgan weakly pried the last of the vines off her neck.
Nancy placed a trembling hand on Morgan’s shoulder. The weight of the situation had finally sunk into her— Andalasia was doomed. So were Edward, and the citizens he was guiding… and all hope.
At least Morgan was okay…
Malvina pridefully picked the Monroelasia crown up off the floor, placed it back on her head, and casually strolled towards her broken, upended throne at the other end of the room. Nancy didn’t let her eyes off of Malvina this time, and neither did Robert or Tyson.
Giselle, on the other hand, had suddenly fallen to her knees. Bright orange sparks of Andalasian magic were flying off her exposed neck and hands, and quickly vanishing into the air.
“Are you okay?!” Morgan asked Giselle, still struggling to breathe like normal, from fear and from the potion’s lingering effect on her. Robert caught Giselle, and lowered her to the floor, with trembling hands.
“N-No…" Giselle whimpered.
Nancy ran over to Giselle, and saw, beyond all doubt, that her magic was fading, even though she wasn’t in Andalasia. The sparks were coming off of her skin faster and faster, as she grew weaker and weaker.
This can’t be real… Nancy thought. This has to be a nightmare!
A loud rumbling came from right below the ballroom floor, as several glowing orange cracks spread across it. Nancy ducked just in time to avoid being beheaded by Edward’s favorite sword as Robert stumbled— in any other circumstance, she would have thought that Robert really should have learned sword-safety.
But all she could think of at that moment was hopelessness. Giselle’s entire house was rising up through the broken floor of the ballroom, hovering in the air… and then slowly disintegrating into orange dust. The leaves of the tree were already brown, and judging by the horrid smell, it seemed as though the wood was quickly rotting.
“No…” Morgan whispered, as Giselle reached out a futile, heartbroken hand. Tyson and Malvina just watched— Tyson in bewilderment, and Malvina in sadistic pleasure.
The first of the clock tower's chimes rang out, and Nancy almost collapsed from sheer grief. In eleven more chimes, it would be over.
Forever.
But Robert didn’t seem to think so. A look of sheer determination crossed his face. “No," he bluntly stated, briefly glancing upwards. "This is not how it ends.”
He squeezed Giselle’s hand, and warmly smiled at her.
And then… he was running straight towards the ballroom’s exit.
Nancy didn't understand— Robert wasn’t the sort of person to run away from his dying wife. He must have some kind of plan. But what was there to even try at this point?
The chimes continued to ring. Only seven more until the wish was permanent. And the wand was broken anyway…
“Some heroes…” Malvina scowled. She casually restored the Monroelasia throne with her magic, and plopped down onto it, happily watching Giselle die.
Nancy knew that she should try to comfort Morgan and Giselle, but something pulled her towards the window to Andalasia. Something wanted her to see the end.
Her duty as a queen, no doubt…
…A failure of a queen.
Nancy made her way over to the magic window, her vision blurred by tears. Andalasia was nothing more than the very bottom of Giselle’s house, her memory tree, and a few patches of grass on top of the stony ground.
I guess memories are physically the strongest magic, too, Nancy realized, upon seeing the tree. I hope nothing happens to it… not yet…
And then… she saw Edward.
He was propping himself up with his second-favorite sword, as though it were a cane, in order to walk, and struggling to hold his head up high enough to look her in the eye.
Nancy knelt down beside the window, and could only watch in horror as Edward staggered, trying to stay on his feet. He reached out a trembling hand to her, only to soon pull it back, in order to keep himself upright.
Despite the knowledge that she wouldn't be able to touch him, Nancy reached out a hand in return. Edward weakly smiled at her, and tried to lift his arm, but failed— he had barely any strength left.
Nancy became desperate. She pressed a hand to the pane of the window, feeling only solid, cold glass. There had to be a way to break through! She needed to say goodbye— and to give him one last kiss! Nancy pushed harder and harder, and even punched, until her hands ached.
But the glass refused to shatter.
No matter how hard Nancy fought, she couldn't reach Edward.
Giselle’s sweet, faint voice unexpectedly rang through the air… she was trying to comfort Morgan. By singing. Even on the verge of death.
In an odd way, it did comfort Nancy a small amount— Giselle seemed to be at peace with her death, as long as Morgan lived. Edward, however, clearly didn’t want to go. He was still struggling; trying to dig his sword into the ground, as a prop, just so he could avoid lying down and preserve his dignity.
At last, the sword was wedged far enough into the stony dirt that Edward could lie his head across one of the bars of the hilt. His chest was barely moving— he didn’t have much time left…
Edward’s lips moved, as if he was trying to say something.
Nancy didn’t have much experience with the concept of reading lips, other than personally knowing a barn owl who was Deaf. But she intently focused on Edward’s mouth, desperately trying to understand him.
“I love you,” he was saying.
“I love you too,” Nancy mouthed back. “But… if you couldn’t reach the Meadows… why did you stay behind, instead of coming with Morgan and I?”
An especially pained look crossed Edward’s face. “Because I hoped that if everything went wrong… you wouldn't have to see me die…”
Nancy felt her already-pounding heart beat even faster at this tragic realization.
“I wanted to go out fighting a dragon or a minotaur… not like this…” Edward mouthed. But he lifted his head up slightly, using the very last of his strength, to look Nancy in the eyes one last time. “Thank you for everything, my love.”
“Thank you for everything, Edward…” Nancy said, out loud this time.
A bittersweet smile made its way across Edward’s face at Nancy’s words.
And then he went limp.
His sword was still planted firmly in the ground, but Edward fell to the side of it, completely lifeless.
Nancy finally burst into uncontrollable, agonized sobs, unable to hold back any longer.
An eerie green glow engulfed Edward’s body, as the vortex started pulling at the ground. And… despite all of Edward and Nancy’s efforts, the remaining citizens of Andalasia would be doomed, too. That vortex, with not much left to suck up out of the kingdom, began to quickly expand in diameter. It wouldn’t be long until the Meadows of Joy were dying, too.
And then the chimes stopped.
It was over. No going back.
“Please don’t leave me!” Nancy heard Morgan beg— and she knew what that meant. Giselle was gone, too. And mere seconds after Morgan’s cry, Giselle’s memory tree was reduced to a splintered stump; its top half sucked up through the portal.
“…Giselle!” came a raspy, high-pitched voice. Nancy turned around, to see Pip, Giselle’s chipmunk friend, lying dead on the edge of a step.
In less than two days, Nancy’s life had been shattered forever.
Edward, my true love…
Giselle, my best friend…
Andalasia, my kingdom…
All because Edward and I hadn’t known about the wand’s power.
This is my fault.
I did this.
And then, as if to add insult to injury, Edward’s body and sword were sucked up by the vortex, as the last bit of ground crumbled to dust, leaving only a dark gray void, framed by the last trickling droplets of the waterfall.
Andalasia was completely gone.
The only thing Nancy had to look forward to at that point was, as morbid as it sounded, Edward’s body coming through the portal. Then, maybe she could give him one last hug…
(…But not one last kiss. Even after all of her time spent in the world of fairy tales like Snow White and Sleeping Beauty, kissing corpses was NOT her thing.)
Nancy turned to look at Morgan, who was holding onto Giselle’s body and sobbing. Nancy realized that she hadn’t just lost her best friend; Morgan had lost her mother… a second time. Nancy remembered Robert telling her about Morgan’s abandonment issues stemming from her biological mother walking out…
How will Robert react to this?! Nancy mentally questioned. He and Giselle… they loved each other so much… and he and Edward were such good friends…
…Do I have to be the one to tell him?!
With Edward and Giselle gone, Nancy tried to stay positive. She turned her thoughts to what was left for her in life.
Robert and Morgan. They were still alive.
I still have Robert and Morgan, Nancy thought to herself, over and over. I still have them… I still have them… I still have them… Her breathing sped up— she was almost hyperventilating.
What if Earth and Andalasia have separate afterlives? Nancy suddenly realized, through the haze of panic. If even death can’t reunite us—
“Tick-tock, TICK-TOCK!” Malvina’s sharp voice came from the opposite side of the ballroom.
Nancy desperately wanted to scream at Malvina to shut up, but she knew it wouldn't do any good.
“…Wait. Where are the chimes?!” Malvina sounded genuinely confused.
Nancy’s head immediately shot up when she heard that. The clock— was it broken?
…Or… did Malvina just count wrong?
Hardly daring to believe it, Nancy looked out of the dirty, cracked windows on the ceiling, and saw the clock… stuck at one second before midnight.
And then she saw two faint silhouettes, with swords in their hands, interlaced through the cogs.
Robert and Tyson.
“WHY ISN’T IT MIDNIGHT?!” Malvina screamed.
Nancy instinctively jerked her head to look back at the floor— she didn’t want to give any clues to Malvina. But Malvina had already determined the reason for the lack of the chimes.
She fired a large ball of her purple magic at the clock, cracking the glass surrounding it. The shorter silhouette— Tyson— lost his grip and fell, with a loud scream of fear. Nancy witnessed him plummeting from the tower, presumably onto the asphalt of the street below.
The clock’s hands still didn’t move.
As Tyson's screams echoed in Nancy's head, she realized something horrible: Malvina had killed her own son.
On purpose.
And… Robert… he’s next…
No… Please, no… Please…!
But against all odds, Morgan had somehow rebuilt the Wishing Wand!
The wand, back in one piece, was clutched firmly in both of her hands. Nancy didn’t hear what Morgan had wished for, or know how she had been able to repair the wand, but at this point, anything was fine with her.
Nancy saw, out of the corner of her eye, the few orange sparks still leaking from the destroyed Andalasia… moving backwards.
…Was there hope?
Nancy noticed Malvina briefly glancing at Morgan again, and finally found the strength to run to her side.
Giselle, Edward, and pretty much everyone in Andalasia were dead or dying. Tyson probably didn’t survive his fall. There was no telling how long Robert would be able to hold onto the cogs by himself.
But Morgan was still there. And Nancy gave Malvina a furious look, which amounted to, You’ll have to pry her from my cold, dead hands.
However, Malvina wasn’t looking at Morgan anymore. She was looking up at Robert, and the clock— still only one second away from midnight.
Nancy wanted to shut her eyes, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. If it all ended, she had to know. But if Robert fell, she wouldn't look any more. She didn’t want to see anybody else die.
Another blast of purple magic hit the glass of the clock tower, and it broke into pieces. Loudly. Nancy and Malvina both covered their ears, as the painful shattering sound echoed in their minds.
Robert did indeed fall off the clock tower, but Nancy didn’t see it happen. All she saw was a blinding flash of white light, and the two hands of the clock, headed directly at the ballroom.
And then Nancy was back in her bed.
In Andalasia.
With Edward beside her.
But… it couldn't have been a dream…
Nancy rolled over, and urgently shook Edward awake, with tears still streaming down her face.
“Urgh… Nancy?”
Her eyes lit up with happiness. Edward was alive! And the kingdom was back! Morgan’s wish had worked!
But Nancy was still quite shaken up. She had watched Edward and Giselle die… Those memories would likely never leave her mind.
“Are you okay, my love?” Edward asked.
Nancy threw her arms around Edward, and lovingly kissed him. “No! I’m not okay! I almost lost you!"
“I figured you would be quite alarmed by what happened,” Edward admitted. “But everything worked out. I sent Giselle a letter by bird, and she wrote back saying that she was fine! Robert and Morgan sent their love to us, too, in the form of some home-made sugar cookies. But she hasn’t told Robert what happened yet…”
Nancy was quite confused, until she remembered the Eighth Law of Magic: Only those who wield the magic ever really remember it.
“I’m sure he’ll believe Giselle and Morgan,” Nancy said. “If he doesn't, we all have proof here in Andalasia. Right?”
“Of course!” Edward said. “I had to go from door to door, and make sure everyone knew things were safe again.”
Nancy raised an eyebrow. “Wasn’t everyone in the Meadows of Joy?”
Edward laughed. “Oh, don’t worry! I went out to see them in the Meadows, but it turns out that they were all magically transported back safely!”
“…And then you went back to sleep?”
“Indeed! I was quite tired after the long walk to and from the Meadows, plus going door-to-door after, so I went back to bed.”
“Oh.”
Then, Nancy remembered her deepest fear from the ballroom. “Um… Edward… Did you see anything? While you were dead, I mean?”
Edward nodded. “Yes, I certainly did! I saw a shiny, white place, with a lot of people and animals. And, I think… Well… I’m pretty sure I saw my parents.”
“Your parents?” Nancy sympathetically asked. She had heard of Edward’s parents from him, and the older citizens of Andalasia. They had been wonderful rulers, but Edward's mother had died of a terrible illness, and his father had gone missing shortly after marrying Narissa— and both Edward and Nancy wondered, in hindsight, if Narissa had something to do with it.
“Yes, I do believe I saw them,” Edward said, a few tears forming in his eyes. "My mother smiled at me, and my father said he was proud of me… Then I woke up in bed, with you by my side again.” He sat down on the edge of the bed, with a melancholy look on his face.
Nancy placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, not knowing quite what to say.
Edward let out a sigh. “I know it’s selfish, but I would have liked to stay with them just a little bit longer…”
“So, uh… those other people and animals you saw… Were they Andalasian, or from Earth?” Nancy nervously asked.
Edward shrugged. “It was a mixture— and funnily enough, among the animals from Earth, there was a… what was the word… Stegosaurus?”
Nancy hugged him again, crying tears of pure relief into his tunic.
“You must really like dinosaurs, huh?” Edward said, hugging her back.
“No— I mean, yes— but the point is, I thought we would be separated in death!” Nancy sobbed. “If Andalasia and Earth had separate afterlives—”
Edward scoffed. “Why would they?!”
Nancy realized Edward had a good point— it would be blatantly unfair for a life after death to permanently separate people who loved each other, even if they were originally from different worlds.
A few hours later, as Nancy and Edward were having tea in the palace garden, a blue jay flew by, and dropped the Wishing Wand— into Nancy’s cup of tea, splashing it all over the tablecloth.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, picking the tea-stained wand up. “I guess Giselle sent it back. I don’t blame her…”
Next, the blue jay dropped a piece of paper— not the scroll, but a plain white sheet with Giselle’s fancy cursive handwriting on it— onto Edward’s head. He reached up and grabbed it, then placed it on the tea table, where he and Nancy could both read the letter.
Dear Nancy and Edward,
Morgan and I have told Robert everything which occurred because of my wish. He still seems a bit flabbergasted, but he believes us.
I have returned the Wishing Wand to you— you may do whatever you wish with it. (Ha ha, it's a pun!) And don’t worry about Tyson— even though his death wasn’t directly caused by the magic, he’s fine. I saw him with Morgan at school… and I think they’re in love! They’re so cute together!
Morgan has also liberated the talking scroll from his job. I initially didn’t want her to use the wand for anything else, but it was worth it, as the scroll is much happier now. It turns out that it’s kind of like freeing a Genie! The scroll has decided to give up on everything to do with magic, cats, and scissors; and to try and find himself a job here on Earth. We’ve given him some money to help him get started.
I hope everyone in Andalasia is feeling better after what happened. Robert, Morgan, and I are all having a picnic at the local Monroeville park today at 2 o’clock. The two of you are welcome to join! But only if you feel up to it, of course.
PS: It turns out Malvina isn’t so bad now that the wish is over. I’ll keep an eye on her, of course, but I think we’re going to be good friends! I’m not telling her about the wish, though…
Yours truly,
—Giselle
“Malvina is nice now?!” Edward said. “I trust Giselle’s judgement, but I truly hope this doesn’t backfire…”
“Yeah, Malvina was quite the sneaky jerk…” Nancy sighed. “As for the wand, we should limit their usage to only work strictly within Andalasia, right?"
Edward nodded gravely. “It’s for the best. Now that everyone here knows what these wands can do, an evil-doer could easily… well, you know.”
Nancy looked at the wand in her hands. “Hm… I wish for all Wishing Wands to be rendered completely useless while outside of Andalasia!"
Nancy hadn't expected her wish to work, but the wand glowed orange at the tip! “Huh. I guess I’m a true daughter of Andalasia, too?” she laughed.
Edward smiled. “Well, you have been here for over a decade.”
They kissed again, and Nancy looked back at Giselle’s letter. “So, are you in the mood for a picnic?”
“Certainly!” Edward bellowed. “Erm, assuming we didn’t miss it…”
Nancy checked her magic watch. “It’s only 1:30, so we should probably go now.”
And so, the king and queen of Andalasia, once again together, walked towards the portal to Monroeville.
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-I know it’s not fully confirmed in canon that Giselle and Nancy are BFFs, but the idea was too cute to pass up.
-The “Meadows of Joy” are canonically next to Andalasia, as proven by a brief line in Enchanted.
-Nancy likes dinosaurs, and I will not be convinced otherwise.
-All comments on this fic are encouraged and appreciated, so please do go ahead and send me one if you want to!