| abstract | - "The End of the Beginning" is the final track on Moon Man's KKKiller: The Prequel EP. Audrina Patridge makes a guest appearance in the song with a brief KKK chant.
- Several people are viewing a museum collection. Called the Quallus Collection by the guards, the people are being ushered out for closing. A guard thinks he sees a statue of Hermes move slightly, but dismisses it and leaves. Once the doors are shut, flames rise up around a green stone in the middle of the room. The Hermes "statue" then gets down off its pedestal, and shakes off the makeup, revealing himself as Autolycus, the King of Thieves. He is here to steal the green stone. Hercules is in a nearby village, repairing things around the town. It is shown to be the same village he lived near with Serena, and he feels a connection to the place and wants to help out. He offers to fix a broken well, but is told it is a sort of shrine to a child named Martus who fell into it and died. Falafel has set up a stand in the market, and is attempting to sell an hourglass egg timer called the "falafelometer." Some men try to take his chickens, and Hercules defends Falafel. Meanwhile, the museum guards have figured out they had no statue of Hermes, and go to stop Autolycus, who is suspended above the green gem, called the Cronus Stone. As he is about to be hit by an axe thrown at him, Autolycus yells "Stop!", and the stone freezes time. Except as a half-god, Hercules is unaffected, and wanders around the scene of the fight as everyone is suspended mid-motion. Seeing Autolycus leave the museum, he hides amongst the stopped people. Autolycus walks through and sees Hercules, thinking he is stopped in time too. When he sneezes though, Hercules says "Bless you" and reveals himself. To get away, Autolycus selectively unstops the men that were fighting. The King of Thieves begins to ponder what he can do with the stone, and thinks that it would have been more of a challenge to steal the stone when King Quallus was alive. As he is thinking this, Hercules catches up to him, and grabs the stone. Suddenly they are taken back in time, to five years before. A man on horse rides through and destroys the stone, leaving Hercules and Autolycus stuck in the past. They figure, though, that the stone from this time period is still there, and all that has to be done is have Autolycus steal it again. Hercules reminds him not to interfere in the timeline, but he himself saves Martus from falling into a well. This was the same boy whose death caused the well in the future to be a shrine. Excusing this act, they decide not to interfere further and just steal the stone and go back. Outside of the village though, Hercules sees thunderclouds forming, and guesses it has to do with Zeus. He parts with Autolycus to investigate. In the hills, the Golden Hinds are being wiped out by Zeus, fearing their god-killing blood. Serena comes upon the scene in Hind form. Ares and Strife had been watching the destruction nearby, and decided to save her so they could use her. Ares turns Serena into a human and wraps her naked body in his cloak while instructing her to head to his temple. Hercules sees all this, and is noticed by Ares, who just laughs. At the museum, Autolycus is about to take a secret passage when he is interrupted by his past self, coming to steal the stone. The future Autolycus knows the past one will fail, so they team up to steal it together. They are both caught anyway. Taken to King Quallus, who is convinced they are twins, they are thrown in jail to await execution. Meanwhile, at Ares' temple, Hercules finds the god watching a confused Serena (who has been outfitted in some clothes). Ares notices his half-brother looks older, and guesses he is a time-traveller. He reveals he wants to keep her around without Zeus knowing, but Hercules reminds him if Zeus finds out, he won't be spared the wrath. Near the temple path, Serena finds an injured hunter (who had been injured by a wild boar that slashed her) and his brother. She uses her healing powers on him, and when asked what happened, they revealed they were hunting the Golden Hinds. During her outrage, a hunter touches her and she changes into the Golden Hind. Before anything can happen, Hercules saves her and drives away the hunters. Not sure what to tell her, he tries to convince her she doesn't need Ares. Confused, she runs away. In the woods, she is shot by an arrow. Ares comes up and helps her, and wants her to stay with him so he can teach her to defend herself. She mentions Hercules, and the god stifles his anger, telling her he will be there if she wants his help. At the temple, Ares is holding the arrow coated with Golden Hind's blood. He reminds Strife that they can't use it on Hercules, and muses that this may be why he came back in time. Strife wants to use the arrow though, and Ares leaves it right in front of him. In the woods, Strife shoots Hercules with the arrow. Dying, Serena comes along and heals him. She senses something during the healing, and feels she has a destiny she must discover for herself. Hercules asks her to sleep on it, and she leaves. Both the Autolycus' escape from prison and set up camp for the night. They begin to argue and fight, and Hercules finds them both, being momentarily confused by the site of the identical Kings of Thieves. The past one acts arrogant and rude, and is then knocked out and tied up by the future one, who goes to steal the stone by himself. Getting the jump on the guards, Autolycus is able to steal the stone as King Quallus is convinced the other one is near and that this is a distraction. At the temple, Ares is angry at Strife for trying to kill Hercules, and failing. He decides that the only thing to be done is kill Serena. Finding she and Hercules together, Ares stabs her and starts fighting the hero, wielding the Golden Hind blood-covered knife. Hercules bests the god in the fight, and holding the knife to his throat, gets him to make the Golden Hind mortal, saving her life. Ares and Strife disappar, and Hercules and Serena go to the village. At the village, a boy run into Serena. Not only does she not change into the Hind, but she is unable to heal the boy, who hurt himself slightly when he ran into her. Autolycus arrives with the stone, and Hercules says goodbye to Serena, happily knowing she is alive, but realizes she wont remember him in the future. Back in their own time, Hercules smashes the stone, much to Autolycus' disappointment. A little girl runs into him, and Serena appears, coming after her daughter. She has made the village her home, and has a husband too, but she only remembers Hercules as the one who saved her from Ares. Autolycus notes that Hercules gave her life back to her, but in the process, wiped out their whole relationship. Hercules says its the "best thing that never happened" to him.
- The forest-nation of the High Elves bore no subtlety to its greatness beyond the thick array of tall pines and birch trees which provided little shelter to the massive, monolithic gateway that led into the interior of the domain of the elves. To either side of the archway stood a large stone tower upon the apex of which sat the spinning surge of arcane magic, which in turn kept watch over the grounds before the elf-gate. Encampments of Farstriders- the zealous and argent ranger defenders of Quel'Thalas- were scattered around in the clearing to either side of the lengthy dirt road that went north towards Silvermoon City and south towards the Eastern Kingdoms and ultimately the human nation of Lordaeron. The grounds had seen more than their fair share of war and conflict, as the Amani forest trolls to the south often vied to contest the elves' dominance of these lands. For the present moment, however, the forests were calm in the broad daylight of the afternoon. "I never thought I'd say it, but sometimes I wish we were still at war with the Horde. At least then there was some blasted travel," remarked a female elf standing adjacent to the gate. She wore a tanned yellow suit of leather and gloves, flanked with a cape of blue fringed with gold, and her short brown hair did little more than to accentuate her battle-hardened yet beautiful face. For all the grace the woman likely had, she did little to show it as she leaned lazily on her longbow as though it were a hiking staff made to support her weight on some weary journey. Opposite of her on the other side of the gate was an elf man in a similar uniform, though his face was smooth and neat and devoid of much prior battlefield experience. He laughed softly at the woman's remark, shaking his head slowly. "You're always carrying on about how lucky some of us are to have missed out on that, Yulenia." "You are, Saeth," Yulenia replied, giving him a stern look. She turned her face away from the man then, peering up the road towards the north with an embittered expression. Liannah Fairgrove was in continuing high spirits on what was the third full day of their journey south. Naturally, the weather was warm and fair, though it always was in Quel'thalas. The birds singing in the trees and the sound of cicadas chirping in the calm air put a spring into her step. A few paces behind her, Lia's cousin Safier trudged along, his expression bleak and nothing short of absolutely glum. It might have been due to the fact that he was virtually a pack mule, although it was far more likely that he was still sore at her over their night time escape from the Fairgrove Estate. Every now and again the young priestess risked a glance back at the older, black haired elf, doing her best to not frown in response to his mood. Such things tended to pull her down in quick order, and he knew that. Why couldn't he at least make a little bit of effort and learn to enjoy this newest adventure? The girl didn't really know where she was going now that they were away, but there wasn't much that couldn't be called completely intuitive by this point. She wanted to head south, into Lordaeron, and the one main road headed north and south through the middle of the country. Following it was the quickest solution, and being fast to her mind was the most important part. Undoubtedly, her papa was already in a right panic after having found the two missing those few days ago, and who knew how long it would be before he sent out search parties looking for the wayward youths. After a while, Lia began to notice the subtle rise of the land along the cobbled road, and before them the ridge of mountains grew upward. The girl couldn't help but be amazed by the sight; it having been only a handful of times that she'd ever managed to get herself this far away from home. Growing up sickly had it's disadvantages, and one of them was not being allowed to travel. She didn't understand why she couldn't just see things sometimes. The air was warm but dry, and her lungs didn't have that wet, sticky quality that proceeded any kind of illness. As far as the young priestess was concerned, the trip was doing her more good than sitting around the estate for days, weeks, years on end had. The view of the mountains gave her even more energy, it seemed, because Liannah's stride lengthened even more, the long, thick tail of her braid swinging behind her. Only a few more hours in the same manner- eating a light lunch of bread and cheese while walking, no less- finally brought them within sight of the elfgates bordering the human nation of Lordearon. Rather than the gates themselves, the first thing that came into view as the forest around them thinned were the towers jutting up into the sky, swirling around with the palpable feel of magic. The sensation made her skin crawl, as it had the few times she'd been allowed to travel. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but Lia recalled well enough that a mile or so past the gates that the odd feeling would fade. Piping up at last in her somewhat high, girlish voice, Liannah cast another glance back at her cousin. "Come on, Safi! We're almost there!" The look on her face belied her excitement, and she felt something akin to a full-body buzzing along her slender frame. Only for a moment, she caught the despondent look Safier gave her, but even that wasn't enough to keep her down at this point. Real adventure, right beyond those gates! Who could ever have imagined it? "It's not too late to turn back, you know," came Safi's voice from behind her, the light tenor sounding hopeful to her ears. Shaking her head against the thought, Liannah picked up her pace still more, until she was quickly approaching a ground-covering trot. "This is helping people, Safi. I thought we decided." "No, you decided..." he mumbled sourly and fell silent. That was the last word she caught from him as the pair arrived under the shadow of the massive archway separating the elven nation with that of the human one. "Hey, there's--" came the sudden sound of an young male elf's voice off to the side of the shadow, cut short by the interruption of an older elf woman's voice who had just stepped out to block the direct path Liannah was moments away from passing through to freedom. Yulenia's expression was somewhat stern and tired at the same time, eying the pair of travelers for a long moment before she gave a slow shake of her head. "What's your business?" she inquired, her eyes focusing on the girl in front of her. Liannah halted in midstep, peering up at the ranger before her and backing up just a pace. She dipped one of those fancy curtseys her tutors had taught her and put on her best and brightest smile, while inwardly her mind raced to formulate a reply. Having not been paying a lick of attention otherwise, Safier ran into her from behind, mucking up her greeting and causing the younger girl to stumble forward again. "Oh!" she yelped faintly, the smile turning into a look of surprise before she managed to recover. "Er...sorry about that, ma'am. Just passing through." Feeling Safi's hand on her forearm steadying her, Lia composed herself, smoothing down the front of her periwinkle blue dress. She redirected her attention back to the ranger lady again, doing her best to keep her face open and honest-looking. So far she hadn't lied, and...well, that made things just a little bit easier. Liannah had always had trouble with telling falsehoods; she was really hoping that she wouldn't have to in this case either. Saeth ran up beside Yulenia and halted himself beside her as he peered at the traveling pair curiously and then back over at Yulenia, who was busy emitting a small sigh as she gave the two of them another once-over of appraisal. "Just passing through? There are trolls who prey on travelers beyond this line here, and neither of you look like an armed escort to me," she stated flatly as her head slowly cocked to the side and her lips melted into a soft frown. She seemed to suspect something unusual about this pair, not to mention that the girl looked a bit young. "Either of you have identification?" Saeth asked, a hint of helpfulness in his voice as he seemed to grasp for straws in order to abate the growing irritability of his companion. The girl frowned slightly and tugged the thick braid over her shoulder, pulling at it as though it was one of those nervous habits people couldn't help but do under certain circumstances. She looked back at her cousin, blue eyes wide and pleading for him to just go along with what she was about to say. Liannah smoothed her expression again and turned back, producing the necklace she wore on a delicate gold chain. From the necklace dangled an intricate stylization of the symbol of the Light, the making primarily gold, with threads of silver and several tiny gemstones set around it at key points. Pulling in a quick breath, the girl hastened with her falsified explanation. "Oh! Right. My brother here- his name's Leonar- is escorting me to Stratholme, where I'm to be taken in the nunnery there. We don't have much, so travelling quickly isn't going to be a problem." She looked back at Safier again, noting the almost imperceptible widening of his own eyes, and her tone firmed up. "We're not worried about trolls. The Light provides. Right, Leo?" Blinking faintly, the much taller boy gave a quick nod after a longer pause than Liannah had hoped for. "Uh, that's right. The Light does provide." "The Light provides, huh?" Yulenia muttered under her breath as she let out another sigh, eying the pair compulsively once more, her eyes focusing on the expensive piece of jewelry in Liannah's hand. "Do either of you have any idea what Amani trolls are capable of if they catch a couple of travelers hurrying along through the woods without ample protection? Lordaeron frankly does a poor job of keeping their roads safe too. The world beyond this gate can be a dangerous place- especially if you don't want your skull to end up as some kind of troll fetish." Saeth let out a small laugh abruptly as his companion started to sound like an old woman again. Yulenia shot him a look that could have probably dropped a swallow at a hundred yards through dense foliage, and sure enough, the laugh was quickly brought under control. She brought her hands up onto her hips, looking expectantly at Liannah for a response, seeming to take careful consideration of the younger girl's expressions. The young priestess affected an aire of great sadness, going so far as to dredge up a bit of tearing in her eyes as she looked up at who she assumed was the seniormost of the two rangers. "W-we haven't much choice, frankly," she replied, a slight waver in her voice. "It's just he and I and no one else left. Stratholme is much closer than Silvermoon from where we used to live, and the humans like to employ Quel'dorei down there. At least, that's what the peddlers on the road always said." She glanced back at her 'brother' again, and took note of his despondent expression. Inwardly Liannah smiled, thinking that he was finally beginning to play along, and redirected her attention to the older woman again with far more confidence than earlier. "You see, we really don't have any other option," Safier added glumly, muttering something unintelligibly thereafter. The tall, lanky youth shrugged the pack from his shoulders and let it drop to the ground, certain that they were about to be detained. He shoved his hands deep into his trouser pockets and heaved a quiet sigh, doing his best to avoid staring daggers at the back of his impressionable cousin's head. Yulenia rolled her eyes at the overly dramatic display, giving a final sigh as she picked up her bow from beside her and slung it over her back to rest it against her fully loaded quiver. "Alright, fine. The two of you can go on, but there's no way I'm letting you both brave the south forest without a properly armed escort." The ranger looked a bit more eager than she should have been at that point, the boredom evident on her expression suddenly evaporating. "Hey, you can't leave me here to guard the gate alone!" Saeth suddenly blurted out, pouting profusely at his elder. "The hell not? Tell the commander you pissed me off and I ran off into the woods again like last time," Yulenia grunted at the other ranger. Something about the tone of her voice seemed to more than indicate this probably wasn't going to be too far from the truth if Saeth kept it up. Saeth sighed faintly and then nodded softly, his pout still taped to his face. "Fine, fine..." Liannah watched the exchange with no little surprise, trying in vain to interject throughout it somewhere, though all that she managed was a stuttering, "B-b-but..." Sighing, she let them finish, chewing the inside of her cheek until a break made her able to finally speak up. "I, um...t-that really isn't necessary, ma'am. We wouldn't want anybody to get in trouble." She cleared her throat, adding in more loudly, "Would we, Leo?" The black haired youth gave a rather ungentlemanly snort and shook his head. "Oh no. No, we certainly wouldn't want trouble, Aure." Leaning forward, he poked a long, slender finger between Lia's shoulder blades, smirking faintly as she stumbled again and caught herself just before faceplanting completely in the dusty road. The girl scowled and shot a glare back at Safier before turning back, the gears in her head whirring furiously. They'd have to keep up this charade all the way until the escort reached Stratholme, then. While the idea of Amani out there in the woods gave Lia a chill of cold terror (after all, hadn't every elven child been told frightening bedtime stories about trolls coming to eat them if they didn't behave?), having to pretend at this ruse and keep it all straight seemed rather difficult too. She let her hands drop to her sides, waiting on the word of stay or go. Yulenia almost smiled faintly at the behavior of the two of them before catching herself just in time. "Nobody is going to get into any trouble. Except me if I have to stay here much longer, I'll probably go insane," she remarked offhandedly with a shrug. "I'll see you both to the fork where the road splits off and goes to either Corin's Crossing or Stratholme. You can make the rest of the trip from there. Unless you'd rather deal with any errant trolls on your own?" she smirked faintly, almost as if trying to force them into a point of rational consideration for their own safety. Saeth was, by this point, grumbling faintly to himself but he made no notion to interrupt his companion. Instead, he merely shook his head and started off to resume his post in the shadow of the archway, continuing to watch the exchange from a distance where Yulenia likely couldn't hurt him as easily. The two so-called 'siblings' exchanged a look, then the girl gave a shrug. For whatever reason, despite her clearly being around twenty years the junior of the duo, it was obvious enough that she was the one calling the shots in this arrangement, which if Liannah had stopped to think about would have provided enough of a red flag to have them detained in the first place. Alas, naivete won out and she continued on as though there was nothing wrong with the nature of their relationship whatsoever. "I suppose it wouldn't be all that bad," she said finally, offering a genuine- if somewhat plain- smile to the woman. "Can't ever be too safe, right?" From behind, the taller boy piped up bitterly, "No, actually you can't, can you?" The girl otherwise known as Aure pursed her lips slightly, a muscle along her jaw clenching. A surprising burst of anger flowed up in her as she spun on her 'brother', pointing an accusatory finger at him. "Look, you. If you didn't want to come, you should've just stayed home! I could have gone all this way on my own, and never mind your dark looks and snide remarks." She gestured toward the road behind them, eyes narrowed. "If you don't like it, just go. Go on crawling home. Forget about the fact that there's nothing left there." Safier's pale gray eyes shot open from the very same dark look he was accused of giving her, blanching. "...h-hey. Hey now. I said I'd go, didn't I?" Liannah's head jerked up and down in a quick nod. "You did, and you could at least pretend to like it." Yulenia blinked a few times at the exchange between the pair of 'siblings' before she chuckled faintly. "Probably the only things I've heard either of you say during this entire exchange that I'd actually put a few coppers on believing." The ranger folded her arms in front of herself after a moment and then held a hand in a dismissive motion, the faint hint of a smile drawing the edges of her lips up. "But that's okay. If you weren't going to let me come along I would have turned you the other way anyhow. Now then, I'll see you to the crossroads whenever the two of you are done arguing." Liannah halted all movement mid-sentence, her shoulders stiffening briefly then slowly drooping. She tilted her head a little, the anger dissipating from her as quickly as it had risen, replaced with chagrin in the next instant. "I'm sorry..." she murmured as the Quel'dorei ranger's words sunk in, and it would seem to be directed toward both her and the object of her ire at once. Rubbing her cheek against the embarrassed sting, the girl shook her head slowly, mouthing, "Just...trust me. Okay?" and then turned southward again. She readjusted the pack slung over her shoulders- far smaller than the ones the elder boy carried- and heard Safier shuffle for a moment behind her. The scrape of leather against the dusty cobbles came to her, followed by a faint grunt as he picked up his own considerable burden. "Okay," mumbled Safi by way of reply, letting out a quiet nasal sigh. "I'm sorry too. Let's just...do this." Settling his pack over his shoulder, the boy blinked faintly then gave a grimace. "Ack, my hair!" he squeaked, voice breaking in the way only adolescents could as his lower back-length hair caught in one of the metal clasps and pulled. The ranger gave a wince at the sound and sighed softly once more before she gingerly walked past Liannah to Safi and grabbed a hold of the brim of the pack. She promptly lifted it gently enough to ease up on his hair. "This is why we cut our hair short most of the time in the Farstriders," she remarked. "Come on, get your hair loose... I'll hold the pack for you for a moment. Windrunner's legs, this must be the first time either of you have ever been on the open road, huh?" She looked up and over to the far side of the archway and gave a short wave of farewell towards Saeth with her free hand, trying to ease the laughter echoing over from that direction at the display. "Oh. Uh, thanks." Safier quickly pulled the thick length of black hair from beneath the pack and over his shoulder, giving an embarrassed shrug once it was settled properly again. "Eh, used to be with carriages and things. We don't have that luxury now." He frowned slightly, shaking his head and rubbing at the place on the back of his skull that had gotten pulled the most. "Besides, I'm a neophyte, not a Farstrider." Safi's gray eyes narrowed again, if only for a moment before he gave another long, weary sigh. "At least, used to be. Who knows what now." Digging the toe of her soft leather boots into a crack in the road, Liannah echoed the sigh. "We'll know more once we get to Stratholme." With the release of her hand from the pack, Yulenia nodded faintly as she started off down the road, giving a beckon over her shoulder with her left hand as she strode onward. Her step was a bit eager, likely a reflection of just how boring guard duty day-after-day could be. "Neophyte...go insane spending your life inside some closed off cloister. Bad enough trying to learn how to be a magister, for that matter," the ranger remarked, not bothering to look back at the pair. For a moment she seemed stuck in her own world, conjuring up some old memory as she spoke the words- but it passed quickly enough. Liannah exchanged another look with her elder cousin, lips raising into a somewhat nervous smile. She nodded her head toward the direction the ranger had begun walking, and the two started off with synchronized strides for the first time since they'd begun their own little journey. The boy, far more determined and purposeful than he was at the beginning, while she herself felt a vague sense of unease as they rushed to catch up. Lia paused for only a moment, casting one last longing glance over her shoulder into the deep woods of Quel'thalas, not knowing that for the two youth it would be their final view of their home untouched, nor anything of what was about to lay before them all.
- Ready...Pose!
- "The End of the Beginning" is the eleventh level in Call of Duty 2. The mission is based in El Daba, Egypt. It is also the level featured in the pre-release demo of the game.
- Author: Tybilt The warm breeze coming off the ocean caressed their faces and playfully flirted with Pook's hair. The soft light of the pre-dawn hours began to bring the ruins on the beaches far below into view from the veil of fog and mist that surrounded them. She was sleeping peacefully at last. Tybilt studied her face intently, smiling quietly as the fear, anger, sorrow, and pain was washed away. Pook was finally enjoying a moment of peace. She kicked violently in her sleep, and continued to twitch occasionally. Tybilt tucked the blanket back under her legs and continued to hold her while she slept. He could not imagine the horrors that she had been through. The terrible and unspeakable treatment she received at the hands of Cyrille and Guzzler. Tybilt sighed and continued to smile. There would be plenty of time for revenge and blood. Now it was time to rest, to be at peace. Tybilt was reminded of their first meeting. Their first kiss. Their first night together. He recalled all of their conversations as the night slowly passed by and Pook slept peacefully in his arms. "Will you follow me into shadow and fire?" Tybilt recalled asking Pook. That was so long ago, he did not have a remote clue as to what paths lay before the both of them. His journey into the plaguelands to save her... and her journey to Cyrille to save him. She really did follow him into shadow and fire. Tybilt smiled wide as Pook's breathing became more regular and her twitching stopped. She finally was back. He kissed her gently on the forehead. The sun was beginning to break over the horizon, covering them in it's soothing, warm rays. Tybilt adjusted the blanket over Pook's eyes to shield her from an early awakening. They had both passed through their trials. Their baptisms of shadow and fire and blood were finally over. Like newly forged blades, Pook and Tybilt had been hammered over and over again by those that wished to hurt them - honed to fine edges by the consequences of their actions. Now they were both stronger than ever before. Like an anthill that has been knocked over, each generation rebuilds it harder, stronger, better. No more time was to be spend wallowing in pity, crying over difficult decisions, and loathing the choices made in the past. As the fog and mist evaporated before the rising sun, so were the last remnants of doubt and uncertanty eradicated from Tybilt's soul by the perfect love he shared with Pook. She was back, and it was time that they became the people that they could be when they were no longer afraid, no longer uncertain, no longer weak. Their friends and family brought so much pain, so much horror upon themselves, by their own actions. They would come to know the strength and the love that Tybilt shared with Pook. And they would be saved by it - or destroyed by their own devices.... and there had been more than enough death and destruction for anyone to bear. "It's a new day." Tybilt smiled and looked down at Pook. Even though she was still deep asleep, he could swear he saw the faintest hint of a smile on her lips.
- The waiting is almost over at last. The preperations have been made, the plans laid, and the allied nations stand ready to strike a blow for freedom on a scale never before seen in human history. One piece remains on the chessboard that can doom it all, and only one man has the power to stand against it. But will it take everything he has and more to stop Hitler's God of War and bring about The End of the Beginning?
- The End of the Beginning is a limited time questline released on January 2, 2016. It is the main questline of the Winter 2015 Event's Act 3. It became permanent after the event ended.
- LaCroix sponsors an art exhibition being arranged by Triona, Sara, and Terese; but to their dismay he insists on meeting their friend Dominique, whose paintings they wish to include.
- Merlin explains info on the Artifact and Beam Swords. Coconut explains a spell to Link to help keep the Artifact safe. Merlin explains to Mario what shall happen in the future. Ash and Brock become annoyed during a visit to Gary Oak's house. Mario, Luigi, Wario, and Waluigi lift up their Beam Swords in honour to work together to bring down the Darkness. Meanwhile, the Darkness prepares to strike.
- Phineas & Isabella are gutted and devestated that Perry & Pinky passed away and refuse to let them go.
- The End Of The Beginning is the first studio album by Australian rapper B-Nasty. The album is set for release on November, 2016, by the label Dough Related Productions. The album title was first reported from a post on Facebook.
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