Written by: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter

To all the Artists who gave Love a voice, thank you for being Epic. The decision was difficult, but I went with mine, my Mother’s, and my Father’s favorites in that order.

Amdeo Drai, the Wyyvern Knight of Love, had reached the top of the sniper’s tower shortly after Artemis had swooped down to assault Aleister. He had been watching Aphrodite the entire round keeping his distance as she scoured the battlefield in search of him. He had to be sure she was up for the job, “what do you think Amy?” he asked his Wyyvern bolt-action Rifle of Love.

“I’m gonna miss you,” Amy replied.

“I’m tired Amy,” Amdeo admitted with a smile. “I just don’t know how much longer I can keep up with you. You deserve someone who can do you right and I’m getting too old for this.”

“With me you are immortal,” Amy reminded him. “Getting too old is not possible.”

“Look, she even returns Revelations to P.A. and Amitosh to Caramia Ceri,” Amdeo replied, “reuniting true love where it is needed most. This is the job I had been failing to do long before this tournament began. Even the End himself gives her his blessing.”

“But I love you!” Amy pleaded.

“No you don’t,” Amdeo replied. “You love how I make you feel.” Amy had no response because he was right. “I got into this job for all the wrong reasons and we both know that I never deserved you or the title that you’ve granted me. You gave me my second chance and for that I will never forget you, but it is time for me to go.”

Amy watched Aphrodite closely and saw within her heart an honest love for love. Within her very soul a genuine desire that all might find true love. She derived joy from the very concept and Amy knew Amdeo was right, “she is perfect for this job.”

“And a Goddess of Love no less,” Amdeo agreed.

“She is Undead,” Amy argued, “Ancient and Restless. I will not allow a zombie to call me lover.”

“Have you forgotten where we live?” Amdeo rebutted. “Within this Multiverse even the Dead can reproduce. Edward Michael Dimir himself loves a Dead Heaven. Also… you and all other Wyyvern weapons are Undead. Just saying.”

Amy could not help but giggle a little at herself, “yeah, I guess we are.” Then finally she agreed, “okay, but you make her work for it. I want one last dance with you and it had better be the best we ever had.”

Amdeo smiled, “that’s my girl,” and pulled back Amy’s bolt locking a freshly generated Wyyvern round into her chamber.

*          *

“The round unable to end without The End’s say so,” Woodsmann began, “the Multiverse watches as the fate of Love itself hangs in the balance.”

“Aphrodite,” Mercedes continued. “An original Goddess of Love from the 700 Realms wants only to do the job she had been born for all those millennia ago.”

“As the too finally open fire on one another Rock has begun to preform a classic and quite honestly one of my favorites,” Woodsmann announced.

“Truly we have been blessed,” Mercedes added, “as Heaven herself takes the stage to sing for them.”

“Look into my eyes,” Heaven began and the Multiverse cheered and then went silent as they watched bullets and arrows fly in an indescribable display that only true Wyyvern Knights could provide. As Heaven finished her first song the dance of love still went on so she sang again, “Time and time again I see.”

“Two epic love songs in and the fight still continues on,” Woodsmann announced.

“Indeed it is clear these songs are not just for Love, but for the one Heaven loves as well,” Mercedes added.

As Heaven sang her third and final song, “Oh, I can’t fight this feeling any longer,” the fight drew to a close and by the songs end Aphrodite had an arrow aimed point blank at the back of Amdeo’s head in a checkmate.

With a smile, “take good care of her, would you?” Amdeo kissed Amy goodbye.

“I promise,” Aphrodite loosed the arrow and the round ended.

“There you have it, folks!” Woodsmann announced. “With that fifteen and a half minute dance the Gods and the Knights leave this final round in a perfect tie.”

“That concludes our tournament,” Mercedes announced.

As Aphrodite returned Cupid’s bow with a hug and a thank you, in unison the announcers proclaimed, “for the right to be a Knight, this has been New Valhalla! Goodnight everybody!”