WARNING: IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED THE NEWEST EPISODE AND DON'T WANT TO GET ANY SPOILERS, DO NOT READ THIS FIC

A/N: I've got too much to rant so I decided to write instead.

This story takes place right after the finale. I don't know how much time has passed between Tamsin's "rise" and the last scene in 5x16, so I decided to set it as 10 years, though it's probably shorter than that, since Valkyries grow really fast, but anyway, 10 years for the story.

This story is going to be Valkubus for sure. The development is gonna be painfully slow. I'm not entirely sure how the story would go, since I only have enough ideas for the first few chapters right now. I guess we will see how it goes.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Lost Girl, and I don't profit from it. Had I owned it, I'd have chosen better writers for sure.

Chapter 1

Awakened by a loud sound, Bo jolted and almost fell off the couch. She groaned, sitting up. There she heard the sound again: loud knells coming from afar. They seemed to be the only sound in the still air.

"Dagny?" Bo called as she stood up. She picked up her dagger from the side table as she approached the stairs. "Dagny, are you there?"

No one answered her. The sound of the knell hammered her eardrums, beating the voice out from her head. It hammered her chest, beating the air out of her lungs. It hammered her heart repeatedly, until it created a black hole there, draining every bit of her strength.

She walked upstairs, but found no one there. Through the windows of her bedroom, she saw a lot of people outside, dressed in black. They formed a long, loose line, and marched forward slowly with their heads lowered.

They lifted their right arms and left legs at the exact same time, before they put them down simultaneously. Then, they lifted their left arms and right legs, and did the same thing. It looked like they were all controlled by a puppet master through a series of strings.

What the hell is going on? She asked herself and decided to go take a look.

The air was as thick as lead outside, and the sky was covered by grey clouds. Abandoned cars were everywhere, in the middle of the street, on the sidewalk, some even hanging on the edge of the overpass.

Am I in the damn Oz dream again? Bo wondered as she approached the crowd. She noticed the lifeless faces, like those people that had been consumed, drained, or emptied. They looked like they had just been dug out from their graves and dressed nicely for a purpose.

Bo stopped in front of a man, and blocked his way. He stopped, and so did everyone else. They all turned to looked at her in dead silence.

"Excuse...me, sir," Bo said hesitantly as she tried her best to put on a warm smile. "What's going on?"

The man answered her with a series of mumbles. It sounded like some bubbles had been forced out through his throat.

"I'm sorry, what?"

The man shook his head at her, which looked like someone had place both hands on his head, each on one side, and made him turn his neck. He stopped abruptly after a second or two, and stared back at her, his eyes looking like nothing but two dull metal balls.

The fact that there was absolutely nothing in those eyes, made Bo's hair stand on end. She swallowed hard, and stepped back, almost crashing into a woman behind her.

"I'm sorry," she apologized to the petite woman in a long, black dress.

The woman didn't say anything in return. She didn't even blink.

Bo was about to ask her the same question, but the knell interrupted her. Like some sort of order had been placed, everyone in the crowd tilted their head to their right and looked at the direction where the sound had come from

Then, they started to walk again. Bo had no choice but to follow them. She tried calling everyone she knew, but none of them picked up.

Soon, she arrived at a funeral home. At least it was one according to its signs.

The dread sound came from inside the funeral home, louder than anything. Then it stopped for a while, and the crowd stopped right in front of the door.

They turned and look at her numbly while a child among them stepped forward. She raised her head to look at Bo, and opened her pale lips.

Bo thought she'd tell her something, but the child didn't. Not anything that she could comprehend anyway. It was just some mumbles and murmurs bubbling through the girl's lips.

Slowly, the girl raised her left shoulder. Then, she lifted her arm, her forearm still hanging down as if her joint was broken. Little by little, she raised her forearm, her left hand, and eventually her index finger.

She pointed at the funeral home and opened her mouth again. Whatever she had said was drowned in the sound of the bell.

Okay, going in it is. Bo told herself, rolling her eyes. She pulled her dagger out and walked in.

No one was in there. The doors to the rooms were either boarded, chained or sealed, except one.

The room behind it was empty, with a coffin in the front. The cover of the coffin has been removed and placed aside.

Bo took a deep breath and slowly approached it, holding her dagger tightly in her hand. She wondered what could be in the coffin. Zombies? Undead? A monster with an unpronounceable name? Or maybe even herself?

She carefully took a peek, and when she saw the person lying inside the coffin, she froze.

There was a tall, blonde woman there. She had her eyes closed, and her wings wrapping around her body. She looked as if she was fast asleep.

"Tamsin...?" Bo murmured. As the name escaped her mouth, the sound of it squeezed her heart softly. A bittersweetness exploded in her chest, and strangely, it calmed her down.

At this point, she was certain that this was a dream of some kind, because it was not possible to see Tamsin lying in a coffin, whether alive or not.

She had watched the Valkyrie rise right in front of her. She had witnessed her vanish. She had seen her turning into a sheen of light and disappear.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Bo hesitantly moved a stray hair lock away from the blonde's face. She was so afraid of touching her skin at first, because she feared that she'd touch something stone cold.

How could it be cold, though, when she could see Tamsin's chest heaving slightly, her eyelashes fluttering and her eyes moving under her eyelids?

"Tamsin..." Bo called her name again, not sure if she wanted to wake her up, or just to feel that name dance on the tip of her tongue.

She placed her hand on the Valkyrie's bare shoulder. The moment they made skin contact, Tamsin's eyes shot open.

Bo was startled and she fell back a step or two. When she stopped moving, she found the blonde sitting on the edge of the coffin looking at her.

"I've been waiting for you," Tamsin singgonged, joy dancing in her light eyes. Her voice sounded too sweet, too soft to be true.

Of course it can't be true. Bo thought to herself. You are dreaming.

"We don't have much time," Tamsin said. This time, her voice suddenly turned monotonous. She stared into Bo's eyes, and continued talking. However, the sudden, loud knells drowned every single word she had said.

"What?" Bo asked, frowning. Somehow she had this feeling, that she had to pay attention to everything that Tamsin was saying right now.

The Valkyrie smiled at her. It was a fragile smile, but powerful enough to shatter Bo's heart. It was the same smile Tamsin had given her right before she had risen. It was the same smile she had given her when she had told Bo not to cry for her death.

The blonde had gotten off the coffin, and walked to Bo. Her wings expanded into the air, causing a stir in the room.

She stopped right in front of Bo, and cupped the brunette's face while looking into Bo's eyes.

Bo held her gaze. There were so many things in those light blue eyes. There were so many.

"Tamsin..." Bo murmured, swallowing hard to ease the sudden dryness in her throat.

The Valkyrie raised one corner of her lips to form a smirk. Then she pressed her index finger on Bo's lips to stop her from talking. She leaned in, and pressed her mouth on the brunette's ear. "The end is nigh, Bo. And I'm here to warn you."

"What?" Bo slurred, her heart clenching so hard that she couldn't breathe. She pulled back and examined the look on the blonde's face. "What are you talking about?"

Tamsin closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the color of them had changed into a bright blue.

"We shall rise together, for I've created you," the Valkyrie spoke loudly, her voice low. "Nothing, not even death, can stop us."

Every word Tamsin had said had been accompanied by a low knell. That familiar voice shrouded Bo's heart.

She knew that voice. She knew that voice too well. That darkness. That thirst. That irresistible urge of killing everything.

"No..." she murmured, falling back. And the Valkyrie followed her closely like a shadow, like her worst nightmare.

"You have nowhere to run," Tamsin told her with a grin that chilled Bo's spine.

Bo panicked when the feathers of Tamsin's wings suddenly turned into snakes. They swarmed to her, and she pushed the blonde away in reflex.

She pushed too hard, and staggered backwards uncontrollably. Suddenly an endless darkness surrounded her.

A strong pain came to her out of nowhere, shooting down along her limbs, exploding in her chest, and tore her apart. It squeezed her heart so harshly that for a moment she thought she'd die.

She opened her mouth and inhaled, forcing air into her lungs. She tried to grab something, but there was nothing there. It was just pure emptiness, void and darkness. There was nothing to see, to hear or to feel.

She used her last bit of strength to pry her eyes open before the darkness consumed her. Light poured into her eyes. All the meaningless, little sounds and noise started to buzz around her. The leaking pipe, the humming fridge, the buzzing light of the vending machine, cars honking afar, and the most obvious and the loudest: someone banging on the door.

"Just a minute!" Bo yelled as she got off the couch. The moment she leaned forward, she cried out in pain.

She pressed her right against where the pain was coming from: her left chest. She could feel her flesh burning and swelling under her palm. She pulled her kimono aside to see what was going on, and her blood ran cold when she saw a glowing handprint on her chest.

The excruciating pain was killing her, but her fear was the thing that stopped her from breathing. She pressed her trembling fingers on the mark. The moment she touched it, it glowed brighter, sending pulses of pain through her veins.

"Bo, Bo! Help! Help me, Bo!" Dagny's voice came. "Bo, are you there?"

Bo clenched her fists and swallowed her pain as she rushed to get the door. Dagny stumbled in, her left hand pressing on her right chest, a grimace of agony on her face.

Bo caught her before she fell and guided her to the couch. "What's wrong?"

Dagny gagged, shaking her head. Tears of pain welled up in her eyes. She fisted her shirt with her left hand and pressed hard against a certain spot.

"Let me," Bo told her, and moved her hand away. She tore Dagny's shirt open to examine her. She was horrified to see a handprint light up in a bright blue color.

Taking a deep breath, Bo placed her hand on the girl's arm. She sent some charms through, and eventually calmed Dagny down.

"What happened?" Bo asked her little sister softly. "How did this-when did this start to..."

"I don't know," the girl snuffled, shaking. "I was...I was at the store and it just...I tried to call you but you weren't picking up…."

Bo quickly checked her phone and saw several missed calls. "I'm so sorry, Dagny," she said, taking the girl into her arms. "I was just…."

She trailed off, pondering that "dream" she had just had. In the dream, Tamsin had told her that she came to warn her. Then, their handprints started to glow. Was that really a dream, or was it someone trying to send a message?

"Bo, what's happening to me?" Dagny's voice pulled Bo out from her train of thoughts.

Bo swallowed hard as she started at the handprint imprinted on the girl's chest. It had gone dimmer, but its color had surely turned from a pale white to a light blue. She could feel it pulsing with hers.

"Tell me, Bo. What's going on? What's wrong with me?" Dagny pleaded.

Bo placed her hands on the girl's shoulders, and looked into her light blue eyes. "Dagny," she said. "Remember that the first time you came here, when we were all at the Dal?"

"Yeah…?"

"Remember that when you showed the handprint to me, and I told you that it was coming for you?"

Dagny paused as she looked back at Bo. "What's...coming for me, Bo?"

"The Dark Lord, Hades. Our father. That's what's coming for you," Bo explained. She paused briefly and showed her little sister the handprint on her chest. "Actually, for both of us."

"But...but you said you killed him."

Bo licked her lips. "I did kill Jack," she replied, "but I guess I was right. Evil never dies. He must have clawed his way out from wherever he has been for all these years, and now he's coming for us."

Dagny stared at her, her eyes open wide in horror. She opened her lips, trying to say something, but the doorbell rang.