This is so strange! DWI is finished! It seems so unreal! I've worked on it for so long, I feel like… I don't know, its just such an empty feeling, and yet I feel so happy that its finally finished, like I've successfully raised a child!

I just wanted to say thank you, to all of you who've read all the way to the ending of my first fanfiction! I know its definitely had some rough spots, but all of the positive reviews inspired me to write more, which in turn has made me a better writer. Thank you also, to anyone who's read Of Swords and Hourglasses, the adjoining story to The Demon Within. Thank you so much , from myself and my co-writer FinalSymphony, who pestered me until I actually updated. Without her I'd probably still be on chapter four…

ALSO: There will probably be a new story, which will just a be a bunch of short stories based on DWI and OSH. Just little side things we wanted to write, most of which will probably be quite cracky. And since I plan on re-writing several chapters of this story, and refining OSH, the original chapters of those that are changed will be put there to.

Thank you again!

And now here's a small bit that we thought sounded pretty cool as a little epilogue…

A city lay in ruins, black and charred. Windows were blown in; doors hung on hinges, and small animals took refuge in the abandoned and empty homes, searching for food. The sky was dark with ash and smoke, and the sun tried desperately to break through, succeeding in few places.

It was quiet.

No wind.

Not a word.

Not a sound…

A shaft of light managed to break through the clouds, and through the collapsed ceiling of a destroyed building, casting an almost holy light on a pile of rubble that resembled a large chair.

A hooded figure appeared from the shadows, and ascended the pile of rubble, stepping on the beams and chunks of cement that had created a sort of stair case. He turned and sat on the throne-like-structure. He crossed one leg over the other, and rested his elbow on the beam that acted as an arm on this new throne. He rested his chin on his hand, and a large smile crept across his face.

"And once again, it is our turn."