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Find�it.�Find�the�harmonics.

No,�no,�no,�no,�no.

Gregor�has�used

his new sorcerer's
brigade to open a tomb.

Oh, there's no need
for that, Ms. Pascal.

The�six�months�ends�today.

You'll�all�be�leaving�us�soon,

and the Library will be taking
care of the Annex from now on.

Uh,�what�do�you�mean�by�that?

Well,�as�in�1847,�this�Annex

will be folded back
into the Grand Library.

It�will�cease�to�exist.

What?�No,�no.

Not�our�Annex.

I would have thought
you'd be thrilled.

You'll be able to
sell the castle.

Use�the�proceeds�to�fund

your various
acronymic endeavors.

Yeah,�you're�right.�It's�great.

Where�are�you�taking�all�that?

I'll be back in
the barracks soon.

Now, some of this
equipment's extremely rare.

This 16th century
Sabre à lame courbe.

Mm,�Vikram�gave�me�this.

Well,�uh,�I�got�a�teaching�job.

-Oh, that's...
-What?

-That's amazing.
-Yeah.

Never thought I'd be back
at a university again.

You're vindicated.
That's wonderful.

Now you can teach
about magic again.

Uh,�well,�no.

A condition of my
employment is, uh,

I'm not allowed to mention magic
or anything supernatural, so...

Not exactly the redemption
I was hoping for,

but, uh, I'm teaching
again, so that's something.

-Right?
-Yeah.

That's�marvelous,�Mr.�Green.

I'm�really�gonna�miss�this�place

and�you�guys.

Did�you�miss�me?

Mr.�Stone.

Good to have you back in our
little corner of the world.

Elaine.

Mr.�Jenkins�sends�a�fond�regard.

Hm.

Good�to�see�you,�sir.

It's�good�to�be�seen.

You guys have done
an amazing job.

Unfortunately,�it�does�end�here.

Uh... Why does it
have to end here?

I don't make the rules.
The Library does.

You see, the Library decides
who will be a Librarian,

decides�who�will�be�a�Guardian,

decides if the Annex
exists and if it doesn't.

But you guys have
been incredible.

And�on�behalf�of�the�Library,

I would like to send a
very heartfelt thank you.

"Thank�you"?�That's�it?

That's�all�I�got.

I, however, do have
three plane tickets.

Uno,�dos,�tres.

First�class.�Huh?

If we have to leave,
couldn't we just use

the magic door one
last time to get home?

I'm�afraid�the�door

is only for those in the
service of the Library.

And�we're�not�anymore.

Stop!�Stop!�Stop!

We must not. We cannot.

What?�Breathe,�breathe.

Ah,�Mr.�Rock.

-Stone.
-Precisely.

Um, just a matter of
some unfinished business

that�needs�sorting�out.

-What kind of business?
-Uh, a threat.

A danger of the
utmost importance.

All right, well, whatever it
is, I'll take it from here.

Elaine?

Whoa!

That�ever�happen�before?

-Certainly not.
-That's a map of...

-Caucasylvia!
-Cauca-what?

Uh,�Caucasylvia.

It's a small Eastern
European country.

We�did�a�mission�there.

My�God,�the�burning�embers

have landed on the
Capitol Building.

A�pendulum�to�overload�like�this

means we're dealing
with something

well beyond the scope of
our previous endeavors.

No.�Hey,�no.

Hey, Vikram! Hey, what
were you gonna tell us?

I'm�afraid,�Mr.�Stone,

we must travel to
Caucasylvia tout suite.

No!�No�more�missions!

No! Don't run away
from me again.

This is gonna be
a long day, huh?

Ow.

You can't just go.

Apparently, President Raddos
is about to address the room.

Thank�you.

This is a momentous day in
the history of Caucasylvia.

A day that will forever
change the course of history

and the rebirth of
our cherished lands.

However, this will be
my last public address.

I'm stepping down as the
President of Caucasylvia.

But I'm handing over the
reins to a man most capable

of�leading�us�into�the�future,

a man of strength,
wisdom, and determination.

Ladies�and�gentlemen,

I present to you the new
leader of our fine country,

General�Bogdan�Gregor.

This�is�the�unfinished�business.

Sword of Mars? Are
you kidding me?

You let Gregor get his
hands on the Sword of Mars?

Last time we saw Gregor,
he'd lost his people,

his�magic.

Yeah, he ran off with his
tail between his legs.

What kind of an
artifact allowed him

to take over a
country so quickly?

It was rumored to be buried in
the lost tomb of Attila the Hun.

Gregor found the tomb and
the sword back in 1847.

He was in the act of
retrieving the sword

when I locked us both
in the time bubble.

You prevented him
from getting it?

Back�then,�yes.

But now that he has
escaped the time bubble,

I fear he would go
back to retrieve it.

Whoa, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

You knew where the sword
was. You didn't go get it?

You've�been�here�for�six�months.

I did not know the
specific incantation.

But then I found that
the frequency of this,

when struck against
the Medina Crystal,

would emulate the harmonies
of the incantation.

I was on my way
to get the sword,

but�I�was�too�late.

You�didn't�know�the�incantation.

You're in the Annex
to the Library, man.

-Look it up!
-Sorry, sorry.

What�is�the�Sword�of�Mars?

The�Sword�of�Mars�is�one

of the most powerful
magical items ever.

Makes�you�unbeatable�in�battle.

It's on the Library's
10 most wanted list.

Attila nearly conquered
the world with it.

I can't believe you knew
where the sword was,

you�didn't�get�it.

Didn't you rescue Vikram
from the time bubble?

Yes,�I�did.

So you were in the lost tomb?

-Yep.
-So you could have

-retrieved�it�yourself?
-No,�no.

'Cause, well, yeah, you can't...
You're not thinking of what...

This is... I was
busy saving him!

Ha!

Pointing fingers at one another
is not going to help us.

The�fact�is,�Gregor�now�has

one of the most powerful
objects in the world.

Sword, I will keep
you safe in here

while you keep me safe
from my adversaries.

Organize�a�meeting�for�me

to address the leaders
of the world's nations.

Tell them to check their
defenses, their weapon systems.

If they want answers,
I will provide them.

And those who dare not
defend will regret it.

I thought I had more time.

I thought that Gregor did not
have the Sorcerer's Brigade

to reopen the tomb,
but I was wrong.

He has clearly transformed
the band formerly known

as Gregor's Hammer into
the Sorcerer's Brigade.

Okay, so he has
the sword, but...

Wait, you said the
tomb was empty.

Where�is�Attila's�remains?

No bones, no body,
completely empty.

Of course it was. They
had to bury the sword.

You see, when the keeper
of the sword is defeated,

they�get�assimilated,

body and soul, into
the sword's blade.

It�increases�the�power.

So we're not just dealing
with Gregor anymore.

We are dealing with the
spirit of Attila the Hun

and whoever else has
ever wielded the sword.

But�why�Caucasylvia?

You know, if Gregor
has this much power,

why go after a little-known
country with a tiny army?

Are there other known
magical artifacts there?

Maybe�resources�that�he�needs?

The power of the sword
would have directed him

towards something
that would allow him

to�accomplish�his�goals.

What that is in
Caucasylvia, I do not know.

What?

Right�now?

Yeah.

That�was�DOSA.

They're at the United Nations
and they're requesting me.

What's�DOSA?

The Department of
Statistical Anomalies.

It's a super secret government
agency that deals with magic.

They confront supernatural
threats and sometimes call us

to store and protect
what they find.

Yes, but they
usually don't call us

unless it's something
they can't handle.

Um,�um,�are�you�going�alone?

You guys have done
a great job, okay?

But when it comes
to saving the world,

it's�time�for�real�Librarians.

Vikram knows Gregor
better than anyone.

Yeah, we've all just
gone up against him.

Come on. It's just
one more mission.

Please.

Listen...

All right, you two,
you come with me.

You guys dig up whatever
you can on "Caucasylvania,"

the sword, Attila,
Gregor, the works.

Sorry,�no�unauthorized�visitors.

I'm�a�Librarian.

Of�course,�sir.

I�saw�Vikram�try�and�use�that.

Doesn't�always�work�for�him.

Took�me�a�while�to�master�it.

It's a little harder
than it looks.

Stone.

Janis�Copeland.

I've�been�expecting�you.

Mm-hmm. This is
Vikram Chamberlain.

-This is...
-This must be Charlie.

I've�heard�much�about�you.

-Heard about me.
-Not much gets by DOSA.

-Mm.�Not�much.
-What�have�they�told�you?

Just that you were concerned
and you needed our help.

Defense systems all
around the world

have�just�suddenly�gone�down.

Computers, satellites,
missile systems

are�failing�everywhere.

In short, the
nations of the world

are�vulnerable�and�defenseless.

They've�all�been�hacked?

That's what they believe,

but�we�have�some�intel

that something strange,
possibly magic-related,

was�going�on�in�Caucasylvia.

Delegates�and�ambassadors,

you have all accepted
my invitation today

because�you�are�aware

that your countries
are now defenseless.

What you may not know that
the country of Caucasylvia,

as of today, has long-range
nuclear missiles.

I'm currently
targeting a major city

in every one of
your countries...

...but war can be avoided.

You have 12 hours
to draft letters

of total and complete
surrender to me

and�pledge�fealty.

Defy me and you will
pay a bitter price.

We knew they were trying to
develop a nuclear program,

but we thought they
were years away.

Sword�must�have�sensed�it.

Now we know why Gregor
chose Caucasylvia.

Nuclear capable and
easy to take over.

He's�done�it.

His demented dreams for world
domination have come true.

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All�right.

We got just under 11 hours
to get the sword back

from Gregor into the Library
in order to save the world.

-Piece of cake.
-I like your attitude.

You�idiot!

What�is�this�femininity?

On every table, I
want black roses.

Black roses? Where
would we find...

Black,�to�show�our�power,

the�roses�to�show�our�love.

And make sure they have
thorns, lots of thorns.

-He's not wearing the sword.
-That's bad?

It means that when
we find the sword,

we�have�a�chance�to�steal�it

without being under
his watchful eye.

This palace is enormous.
Could be anywhere.

What the hell is that?

Uh, having studied
the magic pendulum,

I was able to scientifically
recreate the energy detection

it�uses�on�this�app�that�I�made.

It's worked quite
well in the past.

You�scienced�the�magic.

Cassandra�would�love�that.

You three, find out where
he's hiding the sword.

Charlie,�you're�with�me.

We're gonna keep
an eye on Gregor.

Stairs.

Go.

Tell�me�about�it.

Hm.��Mm.

Oh!�Hello.

Quick�question.

Do either one of
you have a headache?

Because�you�will�now.

You always carry
chloroform on you?

-Girl's gotta be prepared.
-Fascinating.

Why�is�this�still�here?

Where's�the�new�flag?

Now, let's sample the wine.

Okay, well, it's gotta
be around here somewhere.

Uh...

Ah. Okay, come
now. Chop, chop.

Put these on the
table. Thank you.

President Gregor would like
one black rose in there.

Now, I know a lot about
breaking into safes,

but�that�predates�me.

Tubman�&�Sons�from�the�1830s.

Need an unusual
key to unlock it.

Yeah, a Tubman key has got
complex grooves and edges.

Huh.

It's�them!

They took our clothes!

Hey!

Ah, and that's
our time to leave.

Your generals report that
the weapons are live.

We fire the first
round of missiles

after�tonight's�ball.

Destroy�a�few�cities.

But what if they
surrender first?

It�matters�not.

We must show our
strength and our will.

Millions�would�die.

Yes.

A glorious death in
service of our cause.

A splendid way to
end our celebration.

We�have�to�warn�everyone.

Hey!�Who�are�you�two?

You�shouldn't�be�here.

I'm�a�Librarian.

I�don't�care�who�you�are.

You are in a secured area,
and you are under arrest.

I'm a Librarian.
I'm a Librarian.

You don't understand.
I'm a Librarian.

Mrs.�A,�we�need�a�door�now.

There must be some magical
artifacts we can use here

that can get us past the
guards and into the safe.

I�don't�know.

The power of the sword is
unlike anything I've ever seen.

It's�blocking�weaker�magic.

Is that why when you tried
the "I'm a Librarian" thing,

it�didn't�work?

Unless�you�didn't�do�it�right.

I did it... I did it right.

I know how to do it. I
learned how to do it.

All�right?�It�blocked�me.

Stone.

What?�Calm...

Calm�down.

I'm�on�my�way.

What�is�it?

Copeland, she needs me
back at the U.N., alone.

You�have�to�tell�them.

They have to know that,
even if they surrender,

he plans on killing
millions tonight.

I�know,�Charlie.

You guys keep working.
Find a solution.

I�think�we've�got�something.

It's�been�bugging�me,�right?

Ever since Stone told us that if
the sword's owner is defeated,

they're�assimilated�into�it.

Because�if�you�have�the�sword,

how can you possibly
be defeated?

So Mr. Green asked me to help
him find everything we have

on the previous
owners of the blade.

It's�the�Sword�of�Mars,�right?

So let's start with Mars and
the story of him and Venus.

Venus's husband Vulcan
crafted a magical net

and caught them in
an adulterous affair.

The gods then ridiculed Mars
for being defeated by love.

Jump forward to Attila the Hun,
the last owner before Gregor.

The story goes Attila married
a young woman named Ildico

on the eve of a planned
attack in 453 A.D.

The wedding celebration involved
Attila indulging heavily.

The next morning,
Attila was found dead

in�the�bridal�chamber.

But wasn't the cause of death
some kind of internal bleeding

brought on by
excessive drinking?

According to the Roman
chronicler, uh...

-Marcellinus.
-Marcellinus.�Thank�you.

"Attila,�King�of�the�Huns

"and ravager of the
provinces of Europe,

"was pierced by the hand
and blade of his wife

shortly�after�their�wedding."

So they were both
defeated by love?

Precisely. That
is its blind spot.

The sword protects its owner
from all forms of attack.

Its�Achilles'�Heel�is�love.

So we just have to find
someone that Gregor loves?

Easy.

Mm.

Oh.

-Yes.
-No.

No. No, no, no.
Hold on a second.

That's�it.

You will appear at
the ball as Anya.

You will convince
him that you are she.

The sword will not
recognize this as an attack

and we will be free
to steal the Sword.

This�is�crazy�talk.

You want me to
pretend to be someone,

someone that I don't
know anything about?

But someone I know
everything about.

Oh, I will train you
how to walk like her,

talk�like�her,�think�like�her.

Oh, when I am done training
you, you will be Anya Besson.

Blimey. I'm Anya Besson.

My�God,�woman.

Anya is not some sort
of street urchin.

No.�She�is�an�aristocrat.

And for the last time,
it is not "Behson."

It�is�Besson.�Hm?�French�roots.

French�pronunciation.

-Ow!
-Then hold still.

Listen,�Henry�Higgins.

You want to start
rain in Spain-ing me

and I'm going to
forget the whole thing.

If I had any idea what
you were talking about,

I would reply with
a witty retort.

Now,�again.

Besson.

Better.

What lovely and
pleasant weather

we�are�having�this�season.

Hmm. A little overdoing
it, but much, much better.

Okay, so I think I
got the hair right.

Oh,�okay.

It's�not�right?

Perfect.

You�are�her.

Are�you�okay,�sir?

Yes.�Sorry.

It's just seeing her
again, seeing you as her,

it�has�moved�me,�beyond�measure.

-Maybe this is a bad idea.
-Nonsense.

Keep�in�mind,�Anya�is�elegant.

Refined.�Hm?

Hm-hmm.

Sophisticated.

But�impulsive,�whimsical.

Charming.

And the kindest person
to walk the Earth.

Great. No, great. Easy-peasy.

Copeland.

Thank you for coming. You're
gonna have to act fast.

When went through
out entire database.

Every�magical�artifact�failed.

Nothing was able to overcome
the power of the Sword of Mars.

All�right,�well,�maybe�we�got

something back at the
Library that would help.

Nothing in your
registry was able

to get the world's
defenses back online.

All right, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

What did you mean when you
said I had to act fast?

You have to shut
down the Library.

Disconnect�it�from�this�reality.

Protect all of the
magical artifacts

from�whatever's�about�to�happen.

They're going to be
needed to help rebuild

once the smoke or
the fallout clears.

No, there's got to
be another way, okay?

-We don't just give up.
-We're out of time.

Protect the Library
while you can.

I can't do this.
I'm too nervous.

Nonsense.

With these marvelous
communication devices

you created, hm, I'll be in
your ear the entire time.

Anya?

My dearest Bogdan, you look
as though you've seen a ghost.

-What deception is this?
-Deception?

No. I am as real as the
pulse in your fingertips.

Dance�with�me.

Remember, Anya is an
extremely graceful dancer.

How is it possible
you are here? Now?

Uh, Vikram, he summoned
me, using black necromancy.

Oh.

But you see, I saw you weeks
ago through the scrying glass.

I�was�able�to�see�everything.

I don't know who you are,
but you are not Anya Besson.

All�right,�then.�Tell�him�this.

Once�arriving�to�this�future...

When I arrived to this
future, Vikram bewitched me,

altering�my�voice,�my�visage.

His sorcery kept
me under his spell.

That is, until I
discovered you were here.

You expect me to
believe this fairy tale?

The spell broke when I
knew you were nearby.

"And I was able to escape."

And�I�was�able�to�escape.

"Now�I�can�be�with�you."

To�be�with�you.

-"Bear your children."
-Ah, bear your children.

Bear�my�children?

Or adopt, maybe.

Appeal�to�his�vanity.

I would swim across the furthest
ocean to be with you, my love.

-Because�you�know...
-She's�found�it.

Connor,�go.

You will always have
the key to my heart.

Shall�we�dance?

When you need to break
into a secure room,

air�vents�are�your�best�friend.

Horrible�metal�sphincter.

Ah!

Why�is�this�happening?

The sword senses someone
other than Gregor

is trying to get it,
protecting itself.

But I thought, once Gregor
was smitten by love,

the sword's defenses
would be down.

Ah, the defenses are only down
for the object of that love.

Which means Lysa's the
only one who could get it?

Lysa, it is entirely
up to you now.

If�you'll�excuse�me.

Get this back in his pocket
before he realizes it's missing.

I don't think he's buying it.

You have to get him
to open that safe.

He's�insane.

If he finds out
that I'm pretending,

-he will kill me.
-Hey.

I'm�your�guardian,�too.

I won't let anything
happen to you.

Hm!

Pray tell, my
love, what is this?

Your�favorite�drink,�my�love.

Please.

Favorite drink? What's
her favorite drink?

Come on, you gotta know
what her favorite drink was.

I cannot recall
her favorite drink.

-You�can't�get�this�wrong.
-Please,�drink.

Tell�me�what�I�have�brought�you.

Surely you know the name
of your favorite drink.

Hm.

Sugar, bitters,
cognac, and absinthe.

A�Sazerac,�you�remembered.

Anya,�it�is�you!

It's�her!

How could you
possibly know that?

It's�a�family�recipe.

Grandma used to make
it at Christmas.

You are back.

I�can't�believe�it.

-And the world is finally ours.
-Mm.

You have to get him
to open the safe.

I�am�so�glad�we�are�reunited.

It's just such a shame
that you weren't able

to retrieve the Sword of
Mars all those years ago,

like�you�had�hoped.

And now we are stuck
in this ghastly future.

No,�this�future�is�wonderful.

You will see. So
much more to conquer.

This modern world will
be more fun to rule.

And you do believe
you could conquer it?

Would�you�like�to�know�a�secret?

-You know I adore secrets.
-I have the Sword of Mars.

It�is�finally�mine.

And�now�no�one�can�stop�me.

You are teasing me. You
do not have the sword.

-I do.
-I don't believe you.

I�must�see�it�with�my�own�eyes.

Then...

see�it�you�shall.

I�don't�trust�modern�security.

So I had them bring
this safe from a museum.

Exactly like the one I
had back in Belgrade.

Where�is�my�key?�I�had�it.

I...

thought I felt it
whilst we were dancing.

The�Sword�of�Mars.

Unparalleled�power.

Unsurpassed�strength.

-It's beautiful.
-"Beautiful"?

It's�magnificent.

The power of the greatest
warriors of all time

contained�within�its�steel.

May�I�hold�it?

What?

The�sword.

May�I�hold�it?

Why?

You�and�the�sword�are�one.

To hold the sword is
to hold your soul.

Your�heart.

You wouldn't deny me your
heart now, would you?

Close�your�eyes.

Why?

It's�a�surprise.

You�are�incorrigible.

Hm.

Uh...

Get�to�the�door.

Guards!

Traitors!

Sword,�come!

Vikram, you used this
woman to betray me.

You�underestimate�me.

Arrest�them.

No,�no,�no,�no.

We'll�hang�them�for�treason.

Never thought much
of you, Gregor.

But I didn't think
that you were a coward.

You�and�I�are�from�another�time.

A�more�noble�time.

May we not finish
this in the old way?

You�want�to�battle�me?

Vikram.

I have the Sword of
Mars, and you have...

What's�that?�Walking�stick?

That really is the most
hideous laugh, Gregor.

Honestly, you really
should work on that.

Come,�little�boy.

Let me teach you
how real men fight.

I�tire�of�this�foolishness.

Up,�up,�up,�up,�up.

I should have ended
you 200 years ago.

Woah,�woah,�that's...

That�doesn't�seem�fair.

Sorry,�but�who�are�you?

Me? Oh, no, I'm
just a Librarian.

Well, Librarian, this
is not your concern.

This battle is
between Vikram and I.

I totally agree, but it
should be a fair fight.

Don't�you�think?

Cal?

-Is that Excalibur?
-Yeah.

Whistle�to�it.

Where�were�we?

Our�swords�are�well�matched.

But you, however,
are not my equal.

Pardon�me.

You thought you could
fool me with a fake Anya.

You're�pathetic.

Why not? I fooled you with
the real Anya for years.

Go,�go!

Lies!

She�and�I�had�a�power

greater than anything
you have ever known.

Greater than any
magic you stole.

Stronger than any
army you amassed.

It's�called�love,�Gregor.

True�love.

It seems my life is
now in your hands.

Do you intend to
kill me, Librarian?

Unfortunately for you,
your fate was sealed

the day you took
the Sword of Mars.

No!

Are�you�all�right?

Indeed.

Thanks�to�Excalibur.

I think it's time we
put this in the Library,

where�it�belongs.

Stop.

All for one and one for all.

We�fight�for�gold?�Nay,�love!

Ha!

Do�you�have�to�take�him?

I was just getting
the hang of it.

Look,�I�promise

I'll return him to the Library
with all the other artifacts.

No, no, no. He is
not an artifact.

Excalibur's more than
just a magic object.

He's a Guardian.

Go on.

Thank you for letting us
join one last adventure.

The pleasure is mine.
However, I have to tell you,

at first I thought you
guys were just going to be

another problem I had
to deal with, huh?

But�you�made�me�look�good.

I couldn't have made
a better choice.

So you're saying that,
if it was up to you,

then we wouldn't have to leave?
That we could remain a team?

That's not up to
me. You know that.

It's�up�to�the�Library.

You might want to
take another look

at those plane tickets
that I gave you guys.

"You have been selected..."

"For�a�prestigious�position..."

"At the Metropolitan
Public Library."

Does�this�mean...

The�Library�has�made�a�decision.

You've�shown�the�ability

to protect the
Library's secrets.

Your passion for the
Library's mission,

it�has�been�recognized.

This means I don't have to
take that awful teaching job.

You...

Well, you've learned not
only to appreciate the past,

but�to�protect�it.

The�Library�has�recognized

your willingness to
exchange fortune, riches,

for a more noble,
selfless cause.

And you did the one thing that
only a true Librarian can do.

You�saved�the�world.

Wait. This does mean
I'm a Guardian, right?

My dear, you thought you'd
been rejected by the Library

when nothing could be
further from the truth.

Charlie. You've always
been a Guardian.

The Library was just trying to
find the right place for you.

And�that�place,�it's�here.

We�offer�you�a�life�of�mystery,

and misery, a life
of loneliness,

and�adventure,

but, most importantly, a
chance to make a difference,

a chance to save the world
every day of the week

and�twice�before�Friday.

Are�you�in?

Yes.

Did�you�know�that...

I won't let you down, man.

I�won't�let�you�down.

Does this mean that
I won't be reassigned

to the Main Library
as a useless relic?

Oh, I think the world
could use another...

exceptional�Librarian.

Just promise me you won't put
any more artifacts in the Annex.

Oh,�I�promise.

-But�this�goes�back...
-Damn�it.

As soon as I've
done one last thing.

Vikram.

Is�that�you?

Is�this�a�dream?

A�reverie�of�the�heart?

It�is�not�a�dream,�my�love.

I�believed�you�dead.

Are you speaking to
me from the beyond?

I�come�to�you�from�beyond.

Beyond�time.

But,�no,�I�am�not�dead.

Then�come�to�me.

Step through this
haze. Return to me.

I�cannot.

You�have�always�been

my�greatest�magic.

And�I�am�sorry

for�ever�having�left�you�alone.

Oh,�my�darling.

I am not alone.

You�see?

And�who�is�this?

Oh.

This�is�your,�our

great, great, great,
great granddaughter.

Lysa.

Well...

I can see that you
are not alone either.

Goodbye,�my�love.

Goodbye,�my�heart.

So are we ready for a lifetime
of mystery and misery,

of loneliness and
adventure, but, most of all,

a�chance�to�make�a�difference?

Ooh.�Venice.

I hear it's pretty
magic this time of year.

This is not the
end of the story.

Does�a�story�ever�truly�end?

Old�characters�leave�the�stage.

New characters step
into the light.

Sometimes�old�characters�return.

You may not recognize
us at first.

But�you�know�my�name.

I�am�Merlin.

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