A Loss of Hope

Epilogue

Ash scattered everywhere throughout the landscape. It was thick and dark. Its smell consumed the area, making it hard to breathe. The only light that could be seen, was from the fleeting sun along the horizon of the boiling seas, flickering on and off, fading into night.

Amity was knocked out for what seemed to be only a moment. Her vision was blurred from the trauma to her head and the tears still rolling down her cheeks. A constant ringing filled the witch's eardrums from the loud explosion of- of- What exploded again. Everything happened so fast, the Blight hasn't even processed the last twenty minutes.

As she blinks her vision back, she hears muffled crying? The Blight managed to move her head to the right and saw Lilith and King still unconscious, both covered in cuts and shattered glass. Amity then looked down at herself and saw that she too was covered in slashes and glass. She tried moving her body, but everything ached. And what she could tell, she broke her a limb or two. 

Amity's head felt too heavy to hold for long. The longer she stayed awake, the more movement she regained. Her ears still rang and the constant muffled sounds of crying continued. She first moved her fingers into a fist. Then moved her head to the left and saw Eda, also unconscious. Amity coughed as she tried to sit up. But, she still didn't have enough strength to succeed.

Something was off. Two were missing. 

'Shit' 

Amity thought as every bone in her body ached. 

'Was I just thrown from the window?'

Her head throbbed vigorously as she tried to remember the past events. All the witch knew was that aching pain in her chest wasn't anything that would be fixed anytime soon. And that... That was enough to regain her strength and finally sit up, no matter the disorientation. 

Amity groaned while sitting upright, gripping her head as if it would fall off if she let go. Then she heard it a little more clearly as the ringing started to fade. 

'Crying. Who was crying?' 

Her eyesight was still blurry, but Amity could finally see a figure out of all the ash, kneeled down. A gold vest.

Hunter.

Amity took a deep breath and took in a lot of ash as a result. She coughed loud as she gasped for air. Hunter, in the distance, turned his head to see the injured witch struggling to breathe. However, he does nothing. He doesn't get up to help or even see if she's ok. He just stays kneeling in the distance. Was he the one crying? Amity couldn't tell, but she managed to get a hold of her breathing and settle down.

Whatever it was, it wasn't good. Another reason to push through the pain and get up. Hunter turns away from the witch and bows his head to whatever he is kneeling above. Amity rubs her temples to try and ease the spinning when a sudden, disruptive thought crossed her mind...

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'Where the hell was Luz...'

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Amity's eyes shoot open as she remembers fragments. First the book, then the Owl House, then seeing Luz by the portal? Her breathing picked up as Amity began to remember. The book! That fucking curse of a book! 

"Luz!" Amity weakly yelled out, but no answer. 

'I wasn't loud enough for her to hear. Yeah. She's fine. I just got to get up and tend to her wounds. Nothing we haven't done before.'