Well, here it is, the end. It came sooner then I was expecting so I am in a state of, well shock. But, here it is. I really hope you have enjoyed it all I have had a lot of fun writing it. I want to say a special thanks to Theynore, he was the main reason I was able to write it in two weeks. I admit it, his, shall we say, begging skills far surpass any one else's I know! That, and that alone is why I was able to write so fast. So, thank you so much Theynore! And thank you for chatting with me those long nights, I would have not made it without you to keep me awake.
 That said, thanks to you all for sumitting yourselve to my book, it was a brave act and I am forever thankful.Thank you R.K. for not throwing me into the dungeon, until I was done. And thanks to you both Pip and R.K., I am really gald you both liked the story so well, you two really encouraged me with that last comment, and made me turn red :D
 Jules I am REALLY glad you liked it so well. As for the sequal I think that is great!! As for the names, as you know you are Jules, Mark is Mark, Leah is Snicket, I am Sybil, Jane is Sarah, QueenFlora is Jane, VintageAuthoress is Katie, ThrillAuthor is Hanz, AuthorElf is Justyne, Writer4Him is Beth, Christina is Tinvuel, Gabrielle is Athiel, Meggy is OutlawedPrincess, Sam is LadyMarian, Pip is Pip, PoeticMaiden is Cherise, Ness is Ness, MrsGamgee is Rose, Ness is Alex's sister, and Alex is Scott, Laura is Laura, also none as Hannah Grace, Joy is Chris, Jo is Snicket's sister Barrie, and that is it!
 Word count, until I am able to finish the last bit, is now 75,945

Part Three Winter of Discovery and growing
Chapter Twenty Two…The truth about Spy
Winter had settled over the land, covering everything with a thick white blanket the seemed to wrap the town of Dale in its on world. It was the perfect weather for sledding, the fresh blanket of snow called out to all, asking them to come and play, and it was answered with moans, because half to the Inkling members were stuck at home with illnesses.
Sybil was one of them, and as the members who were well could not invade her house with her being sick they decided to hold their meeting on the chat room. Most of the characters were board to death as their authors were too sick to write. So Maddock held a meeting in the attic, seeing as how characters cannot catch human illnesses.
“So, how is everyone’s author doing after their little, adventure?” Maddock asked as everyone sat down and Cassandra wrote them up some cookies.
“Katie is doing much better,” Kallen said. “She has actually come up with many good ideas since then.”
Everyone had had a rough time the first week or so of getting out of the book. The characters had all felt bad and since then had been looking after their authors, all but Jordaan. His and Hanz’s relationship would always on edge it seemed, but they were happy that way and so no one bothered them about it.
Actually things had improved nicely around Inklings. The characters now understood what it was like to have rebelling characters and so had learned to behave themselves. The authors know knew what it was like to be a character and though they still writer torture scenes they were nicer about how they went at it.
The only problems that still remained really was Sarah always bringing up the perfect Thomas, Hanz’s sudden urges to pin Jordaan to the ceiling, and R.K.’s continued sulking and dungeon throwing. Both Jo and Laura had served time since getting back.
Then there was the usual, Hanz throwing confetti out the window, he no longer threw it in the attic since the day Justyne made him sweep it all up. Gabrielle was still known to bring up and complain about Reid’s death, and sometimes does things just to drive the other members crazy, all the while smiling like a sweet saint. There was the never ending battle against evil computers who ate stories out of spite. Every now and then someone, mostly Sybil, could be heard bring up the matter of Jack’s sardines.
There was the usual never ending talk of Ted DeKker and Jane Austin, the battle with flies who in spite of the bitterly cold weather refused to die. There was of course the matter of Maddock’s song which, every time it was played would make Katie sad.
Jules was still known to go about wielding his power as pirate captain while Mariella continued to try and take over the world and R.K. tried to find a way to throw them both in the dungeon. Sybil and Hanz still held the record for talking on the chat box the most, having been at it every night for months without missing a day. Justyne had discovered the way to Jordaan’s heart, through egg sandwiches. And Leah had taken up screaming for no reason and at the oddest moment. She had also taken to baking cookies, which made up for her screaming.
There was also snowball fights, missing pens, late night debates over the oddest things, and fencing matches with both swords and hair sticks. And so, all in all Inklings had returned to normal, well what is normal for authors. And that day was no exception.
The main drift of the conversation on the chat box consisted with everyone planning their upcoming Inklings Christmas Celebration which would be held next week if everyone was better.
“You had all better get better then,” Sarah, one of the well ones scolding.
“Yes mommy,” Sybil typed as she coughed.
“Sarah is not our mommy!” Gabrielle cried, she was one of those people who never seemed to get sick. “Mair is our mummy!”
“Well I am too sick to be a mummy today, let Sarah,” Mariella wrote. Gabrielle of course offered to make her some tea.
“Surely some of you must be getting over it by now!” Leah typed in capitol letters, her version of screaming online.
“I still have a cold,” Justyne said. “But I should be better soon.”
“I am doing better,” Hanz said. “It really hit me hard yesterday; I think I was ranting in three different languages!”
“That would have been interesting to hear,” Sybil said.
“I dreamed about the book again when I had it,” Jules said, he had recovered two days ago.
“Did you see Thomas?” Sarah asked hopefully. Everyone else moaned.
“I still have it bad,” Joy wrote. “I have not even gotten dressed today; I am still in my night gown.”
“I was able to get dressed,” Laura said. “I am wearing my blue jean skirt, sweeter, white socks, and my shoes.”
“I am wearing my brown skirt,” Sarah wrote.
“I am wearing a blue skirt and a white shirt,” Katie wrote.
“I am not wearing a skirt,” Jules wrote.
“That is a good thing,” Alex wrote as they all started to laugh.
“I certainly hope my captain is not in a dress!” The all capitol letters appeared again.
“Jules you are a nut!” Sybil wrote.
“Thank you, you know someone needs to bring M&Ms to the party next week.”
“Why?” Ness asked.
“Because I am eating some now and it seemed like a good idea,” Jules wrote. “While else.”
“I like M&Ms,” Sarah said.
“So do I, but I do not like the Ws,” Sybil nearly fell out of her bed laughing at Jules’s words.
“Well then Jules,” she wrote as soon as she could. “I will eat the Ws for you; I will turn all the Ms upside down!”
The conversation then drifted from everything to chocolate to writer’s block, until Spy came on. “I cannot stay long,” he wrote. “I just wanted to tell everyone that I shall revile my identity at the party next week.”
“Just like that?” Sybil asked.
“Yes,” Spy said. “I have been able to keep myself hidden for this long, I think it is now time I told. So be prepared!” And with that Spy left.
Everyone recovered very fast, and over the next few days decorated the attic. Sybil’s mom was always baking cookies and so they always have warm cookies to eat as they worked. Along with Leah’s they joked that they were all going to be fat soon.
As the day for the party neared everyone got excited. Early that morning Sybil went up and finished decorating. The members came around five; they wanted to have it in the evening instead of in the morning that way it would seem more like a party then a meeting.
Everyone dressed up for the evening, Jules and Leah as pirates, Mark as an Australian bounty hunter; he had given up on piracy. Katie, Jane, and Sybil wore dresses that looked like the styles from their books. Sybil wore a sheet over her head when she entered; reminding everyone she was a ghost. Mariella brought her back to life.
Leah brought some of her cookies, Sarah had made some sweet bread, and Justyne made hot chocolate. All around the room candles burned and Christmas hymns played from the CD player. Everything was going so well that even Jordaan could not find anything to bug anyone about. Gabrielle was acting saintly, Mariella gave up on world domination, and R.K. closed his dungeon, just for that night of course, they next day they would all go back to normal.
Half way through the party Sarah reminded everyone that Spy was supposed to come forward. “Before he does, I would like to say something,” Sybil said before anyone had the chance to say anything.
“Fire away,” Sarah said as she sat down and Sybil took her place.
Slowly Sybil looked at the others as they sat or stood about the room. She thought about the past, all that had happened, from meeting all the members to befriending them, to their adventures together. Tears filled her eyes and a smile spread over her lips as she tried to think what to say.
“I have wanted to tell you all this for a while, but it never seemed the right moment until now,” she finally began. “I am sure you all remember how shy I was when you first met me. All my life my only wish was to have one best friend, just one. I tried to find that friend many ways, but all my attempts ended with me friendless and sad. I had all but given up when I met Sarah. Sarah looked passed my shyness and before I knew it I had a best friend and sister who I could tell anything to. I was happy; I had my life long dream.
“Then I met Katie and Jane, and I was worried. Surely one could not have three best friends! That would be unfaithful to Sarah. I am not very good at these speech things,” Sybil suddenly stopped and turned red. “But my point is; I can now say I do not have just one best friend but special and you are all so wonderful and different and you have taught me so much. Through Sarah, Jane, Christina, and Katie I learned what it was to have a best friend. Through Joy, Jo, Leah, Laura, especially Laura, Ness, and Rose I learned what it meant to be a friend. Jules showed me that you can torment your friend and still have them like you.
“I will not deny that I was frightened when I realized the younger girls were looking up to me, it was a scary thing and I feared I would fail. Maybe I have in some cases, but I have never felt more honored in knowing they thought I was worthy to look up to.
“I have learned how to ask for help, and then I learned how to help others. God has given me friends and made me a friend, and never will I purposely harm those friends. I value all of yours more then life itself. I know that sounds dramatic, but it is true. You all have taught me so much! Thank you; there is never a way I can repay it.”
 By then Sarah was bawling. Sybil smiled sheepishly and went and sat down in between Sarah and Laura. She handed Sarah a tissue and wrapped an arm about Laura giving her a hug. Hanz was sitting on the floor beside Justyne, she grinned at them. Then she looked over at Katie and Jane and beamed a smile at them.
Jules winked at Sybil and grinned widely. R.K. rolled his eyes as Pip, who was at his side, beamed. Of course he would say something about the speech later, say it was sappy or something, but Sybil did not care, in fact she was now very fond of the villain. Besides, he beat Villain.
Leah was giggling and probably wanted to yell but for once she didn’t, almost to everyone’s disappointment. Ness, who was sitting on the arm of Alex’s chair, she grinned widely at Sybil, probably thinking about their liking for tree climbing. Sybil suddenly wanted to yell. This was what she had always wanted. The conflicts of having friends, the having to be careful of ones actions, did not matter because having friends who forgave made up for it.
Sybil’s eyes began to glow and a grin as big as a melon clamed her face. Tilting her head back Sybil poured out her thanks to God in a silent prayer, asked a blessing on all her friends, and asked that their friendship would only grow stronger.
“Well, seeing as Sarah is still bawling,” Alex’s voice called the grinning Sybil back to earth. “I shall get this under way. Will Spy please step forward?”
Sybil looked over at Alex. “Spy sent me a message saying he wanted everyone to guess who he was first, final guesses.”
“I think Spy is R.K. or Joy!” Jules said with a sideways glance at R.K.
R.K. scowled and put Jules on his list of after Christmas victims. Joy smiled sweetly which only made things worse, making it look as though she was trying to throw them off her trail.
“I vote Joy,” Sarah said through her sobs. Sybil was tempted to whisper the name of Thomas just to set her off again, she did have an evil streak after all.
“I think it is Sybil,” Pip said with a giggle.
“I think it is Jules,” R.K. growled before Sybil could answer Pip.
Other guesses filled the air. When everyone had guessed they all fell silent and waited with anticipation, no one moved. Finally Sybil sighed and stood up. She moved to the center of the room, all eyes on her. For a long while she said nothing.
“What?” Sarah finally asked. “Don’t tell me Spy told you to tell us who he is?”
Sybil nodded her head and said, “Yes in a way he did.”
“Then who is he?” Jo asked as she looked about.
Sybil suddenly grinned. “I am Spy,” she said.
The breath went out of the room and everyone stared wide eyed at Sybil. No one seemed to know what to say, and their shock made Sybil grin wider.
“YOU are Spy?” Jules demanded.
Sybil nodded her head.
Even Pip looked stunned even though she had guessed Sybil.
(I am sorry guys, I tried to write this all out but I can’t until I know how you all REALLY take the news. So, well I guess I will find out soon enough. And so the game is up, I am the Spy, and I am very sorry Laura.)

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