Okay. So you wanted to know what happened. I think yesterday I probably was ready to talk about it, but I wasn't sure how to put it all into words, so I just kind of had to think about it for a bit. It’s probably going to get a little long-winded and I’m not sure I can promise most of it makes sense. Especially not the end.
We’re on a Quest to bring magic back. We have to find seven keys. There’s a book and it started out empty, but every time we figure out a new part of the Quest, find a new key, we get more of the book. We have three keys now. The first was in Fillory. It's the Illusion Key. We’ve been using rabbits to communicate between worlds. Or we had been. I don’t know if we still are. But rabbits can send messages between worlds. So Eliot found it. Then the second key was in this lady’s house that the Dean knew. We stole it from her. I know. I know. Stop stealing from people. We’re not really operating in the rules of the law, but I’m pretty sure she’ll forgive us if we bring back magic. The second key is the truth key. It shows people the truth about things and it's kind of uncomfortable to hold for very long. It makes you a bit sick to your stomach. It also lets us see Penny. Apparently not as dead as we thought he was, which is kind of nice. I mean he's an asshole and we fight a lot and he gets joy out of my misery, but he's okay. Sometimes you get weird friends, I guess. The third key was the key of life. This is where it gets to the long-winded part and the personal part of everything. This is the part that was difficult to talk about before because [...] it was good and I didn't want someone to look at it and make me think too much about it and then maybe find something lacking when there wasn't.
We used the first key to open a door to Fillory, but it was Fillory of the past. It was just Eliot and I. We had to solve the mosaic. It was supposed to reflect the beauty of all life. Only it took a really long time for me to understand what that meant and what the beauty of all life was. Decades, really. We were supposed to wait for the others, but there wasn’t time, so we went in together. We spent our entire lives trying to solve the mosaic. We drew every single attempt that we did and it was [...] frustrating some days. Some days it wasn’t as frustrating. Eliot and I got close. After all, it was just us and Arielle, but at the time, she was with someone else. She had peaches and plums. Anyway. We were celebrating our one year anniversary there and [...] I kissed him. I wasn’t sure how he’d take it, but he kissed back. We weren’t always happy, sometimes we bickered like an old married couple. He wanted me to live in the present and I couldn’t stop trying to get home.
Eventually Arielle came back and the guy she was with had left her and I [...] well [...] I loved her, too. We were married and we had a son. We had a good few years together, the four of us. Eliot, Arielle, Rupert, and I. But she died. I can still remember the way that felt, the loss that came with it. All through it, we kept working on the mosaic every single day. We tried to solve it every single day. Eliot was still there and we raised Rupert together. My hair got really long, I had a beard. I was happy. I had people I loved that loved me. The years just started to go by. And eventually Rupert was leaving to have a life of his own. He knew that there was a possibility that he would come back one day and we might not be there, but he wasn’t afraid because he knew we loved him. No matter what happened. And we did.
Rupert married eventually and had a family of his own. I had grandchildren. Eliot and I stayed together until the very end, always working on the mosaic. We got really old. Eliot died before me. I was there when he passed. He at least didn’t suffer. But as I was digging a hole to bury him, I found a gold square and I put it in the middle of the space for the mosaic. I got the key. The key was the one that Jane Chatwin needed to power her clock. The one that would make the timeloops, the one that brought us all so much misery, but without it [...] we’d have all been fucked in the future.
Then I wrote a note to Margo to tell her what happened and to say goodbye. It was delivered to her in the future. She came back and stopped us from going through the clock. She said she saved us from our shitty lives, but the thing is that it wasn’t shitty at all. The beauty of all life, as it turns out was our life, was living an entire life and being able to have said that we lived it to the fullest. We didn’t remember it at first, but when we were in Fillory of the present, there were peaches and plums and we both remembered all of it as if it had happened all over again.
Things here are different. Three timelines in one head. It's a lot to know. But it's why things aren't so bad now.