Agnes Nutter knew as she wrote down her last prophecy that the world was going to End. The world that she had grown accustomed too went dark, too— her vision was beginning to fade. It was a right payment, for her sight to fail just as her Sight ends.

But then she sees a small spark— the corners of her vision have gone completely black, charred out like the edges of paper that had been caught in a blaze. The small spark grows, and she sees a world—

A world after The End.

She doesn't know how it is possible—her vision and her Vision were both fading, but there it was. The End was not merely The End—perhaps, it was The End of one world and The Beginning of a new? Rome had fallen. But it survived, somehow. And so did the world, no matter what was thrown at it.

It's a small spark, and she reaches out to it, delicately, like holding a newborn baby. The ineffable plan of the universe seemed to get a lot more confusing— and for Agnes, a lot more interesting.

The vision settled in her skin, and she saw it. She saw a beautiful girl, with the same magic as hers, and Agnes knew immediately then that this was her kin. She sat in a large field, accompanies by another boy, the Witchfinder, with a small fire burning. Papers are thrown into the fire— propheticpapers. Not the book she'd worked so hard on to complete, all the years of her life that ends at The End. But it's Agnes' own work. Does the universe plan for her to write another? It was to go up in flames, nonetheless, but she didn't question the sign from her visions.

The paper sparked in the fire, sending embers in the air— and even though her Vision begins to fade as her blood and her enemies' blood, now entangled in love that rivaled the heavens, new sparks began to form.

It was beautiful, but also on a horrifying level Agnes had never experienced.

Her visions would always come from little sparks of light, little stars. One at a time they would greet her, sometimes two or three consecutively, the most coming when it got closer to The End and ending with her vision fading.

But they surrounded her. She was drowning in their lights, illuminating her world, in a sea full of stars. They had no order, no line, no sense of direction, floating aimlessly through the sky. This is after The End, Agnes knows, she feels it deep in her soul and it terrifies her to think that each of these visions happen, but in what order?

As a spark draws near, she reaches out to it, her palm open. A few float closer, but one lands, and she sees two figures, sitting on a bench, in a field but not a field— oh, a park. People in the future had such weird names she never understood. She recognized them, instantly— the angel and the demon, the ones who swapped faces to face the torment of the fire and the flood. They survived; Agnes felt a sigh of relief.

The vision ended. The world came back to her in clarity but also not, Agnes was floating in the sea of the night sky but also on the ground in her lovely old cottage.

She knew there were only a few more moons until the Witchfinder would come. She knew there were only a few more moons before the village she'd known her entire life, the one she was born in and the one she raised her children in, would come to an end.

Agnes knew that they had all the time in the world after The End, but she was on a tight schedule.

Well, then.

She grabbed what she could find and began writing down what she could see.

There will be an Accident, and from it will come a boy who will walk between both Life and Death.

You see, the Apocalypse may have been prevented, and the world was living on, but certain inhabitants did not approve of such a matter. Angels and demons, both Heaven and Hell, were ready to fight in the war, a war that had taken nearly six thousand years to begin, and then it was stopped, by two of their own, and the damn Antichrist himself.

But on that day in England, when all was not right with the world, another event was happening right across the waters of the Atlantic.

His name was Daniel Fenton—though, he preferred Danny. He was a skinny, lanky boy, who had just turned fourteen and who had just begun his journey through his own personal hell known as high school. Despite being rather shy and a loner, he did have two good friends by his side, the best in the whole world.

Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley. Sam (as she preferred, or those incurring her wrath would be met with a boot to the foot, the shin, the face, or other unfortunate places) and Tucker and Danny were bound tight by their friendship. The trio was strong, their friendship was built on a solid cornerstone preventing it from toppling. They were with him, on that day that the world was ending.

(Not that any of them knew it. They'd thought the story of Atlantis being found, like most people, was a gag for a cruise ships, and storms appearing in England were evidence of global warming, not The End.)

All three of them were holed up in Danny's home, watching movie after movie on Netflix. The day was rainy in Amity Park as well, where the trio and their families took up home. There were few places that were indeed, truly sunny on that day during The End. Danny's parents were out of town on a college trip with his older sister, leaving the trio to the home themselves.

Something to note about Danny's family—they were paranormal investigators. Ghost hunters. Supernatural scientists— seen as crazy and insane in the eyes of the public. After all, no evidence for ghosts had ever surfaced in their thirty-plus years of being in the science. There was no belief in ghosts, just as belief in God and Heaven and Hell began to fade from humanity. In the two years leading up to that date, Danny's parents built a "portal" to what the dubbed as "The Ghost Zone", where ghosts existed.

Ghosts did exist in their own, separate dimension, just as you and I might. But that is not relevant to the story. What is relevant, however, is Sam's interest in ghosts.

"Fine. We can have a look." Danny never liked his parents' obsession with ghosts. If there was a social ladder at his school, Danny would be six feet underground and still digging. It would haunthim forever, if you will. But Sam (and Tucker, too) wanted to see the infamous portal to the Ghost Zone.

Which, due to a few misplaced wires and buttons, didn't work.

They entered the lab, hidden in the basement of the Fenton family townhouse, just as a group of kids rode their bikes onto a military base in England. All of these events coincided with The End.

The End was not, just as Agnes had seen years before, the end of everything. No, it was more of a metaphorical End, an End to an old life and the Beginning of a new life. God, the universe, whatever you may believe in, had grown bored of watching human life grow exponentially into rather monotone, dull lives. Even with an angel and a demon dancing circles around their feelings for each other, six thousand years of the same routine can be boring for Her.

So, everything was going according to her Ineffable Plan. That is, the End of an era. The beginning of a new one was next.

Danny Fenton zipped himself into his hazmat suit, the one that had been made by his mother months before if he "ever got interested in the family business". It was a dull white and black, with a belt that looped around his waist and large pockets he requested solely because he planned on using it for his Halloween costume, and large pockets meant he could carry more candy that year.

Adam Young found himself in front of the four Horsemen of the Apocalypse—War. Famine. Pollution. Death. But he also found himself surrounded by his friends—his own horsemen. He was the Antichrist and he could feel reality bend between his toes, they could be his own horsemen if he wanted to.

Danny Fenton stepped inside a machine his parents built, his two friends standing outside and staring at the strange technology in awe.

All the horsemen were dead, sans for Death, who fled in a hurry as Famine took a knee and fell to the power of a bright, flaming, angelic sword.

There were loose wires all over the portal inside.

Time froze, for a second, and Adam found himself next to the two strange adults—an angel and a demon, an unlikely duo, the voices in his head told him—and he was told his father was coming. His "ethereal" father—Satan, Lucifer himself.

His foot got caught in a mess of wires. They were never organized in his house, and he leaned his hand against the wall to free it.

"You are not my dad!"

Click.

The world began to change. It Ended, but it also Began.

Though Adam Young relinquishes most of his powers (a bit of magic is left in him, still, a reminder of who-and-what he is, along with an eleven-year-old being given magic to bend reality is not going to wish all of it away, just most of it) and resets time to how it was before The End, it does not change a few things.

One; Danny Fenton is in the hospital. His pulse and breathing are low, but he sits up among doctors, poking and prodding him to make sure that, despite what they can see, he is truly okay.

Two; the angel known as Aziraphale and the demon known as Crowley are no longer related to their respective causes. A mini-adventure in its own and switching bodies did the trick to fool Heaven and Hell that they were both morethan angel and demon, immune to both hellfire and holy water. They still are, angel and demon, for the most part. Neither of them want to point out the small flecks of other colors in their wings, how the black wings of Crowley sparkle iridescent colors like a puddle of oil when the light hits them, or how Aziraphale's wings sparkle silver and gold and like freshly fallen snow. It would be facing a new reality, and it wasn't time for that yet.

Three; the world had already changed in a way that even the Antichrist couldn't change.

And finally, four; Agnes Nutter was witness to prophetic visions that changed, suddenly. She no longer saw time on a linear sense, she was able to see time as it truly was, an ocean of lights with moments from different times and different timelines floating all around her. And though her book of new prophecies may have been burned after The End, there was someone who had owned the book herself, just as the Device family had owned it. The only difference was, the book was hidden.