Enchanted Tale

Forty: Finale

Elle's POV

"Harry! Harry!" I cried.

"I'm so sorry, dear. I've ruined everything from the beginning. I've ruined it." The King cried.

"Uh hm!" We heard behind us. All of us slowly turned towards Anita who stood with an awoken Peter in her clutches. The wand was against his cheek. "Hand over the book or you shall mourn more than one tonight."

I slowly rose to my feet. I felt darkness overcome me as I did not care anymore whether I lived or died. I wanted her head on a platter and I was going to get it.

Without a word, I sent a stream of lighting towards her face. She threw Peter to the side and dodged the streak. I did so again. And again. And again.

She dodged, she caught, and she dissipated some.

The King drew Harry's sword and swung at her slicing her torso. My streaks of lighting never ceased. Eric joined in with his iotam. She was weakened, trying her hardest to fight us all off at once.

We all retracted our weapons and went for the final most powerful blow.

She held us off as best she could but we were too much for her. Overwhelmed she blew us away from her and used the wand to fly out of the window. Knowing it was just another form of Gael, I followed.

She landed on the ground level. So did I. Using Motovūer, I lifted up all the rubble the ground. They floated around me as I approached a fearful Anita.

"Give me that fucking wand."

"Now, Elle, let's think about this!"

I sent a rock hurling towards her. She dodged it.

"Elle, listen to me! Taking a life will send you down a dark path!"

I sent another. She dodged it again. Just barely.

"You won't be able to forgive yourself!"

I sent them all.

She suspended them in place just before they made contact with her.

Harry's sword came flying from the broken window above and landed in my hand. I raised my body temperature to heat the sword ten times hotter than the one that pierced the love of my life.

I ran towards her shield of rocks and used all of my might to pierce through it. The rocks exploded all around and the sword was embedded into her chest. I stared her in her face with fire in my eyes.

"You sent me down a dark path when you had my parents killed."

Genuine fear grew across her face. I was delighted to see it as the heat from my hands grew to unimaginable temperatures. She burst into flames. She cried in agony as her body turned to ash.

It was done.

I fell to the floor, near death myself.

As I started to drift off, I noticed the two stars in the sky. They were getting closer and closer like they were falling. The two stars formed two familiar figures.

"Elle..." I heard my mother's voice.

"My beautiful girl..." My father's voice.

"Mother... Papa..." I said in my weakened state.

"Elle, you've done magnificent, my love! But your journey has not concluded." My mother explained.

"We are so proud of you, sweetheart." My father added.

"I want to be with you. I want to be with Harry." I responded.

"Harry's journey has not concluded either." A voice I have never heard. Behind my parents arose a women dressed beautifully.