Love is blind

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The end, finally!

I didn't exactly re-write the whole series, but if you remember the last episode, it is smooth sailing. I hope you'll like it!

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This was for the best.

You repeated this like a mantra.

This was for the best.

You had no chance to face the crisis unfolding now: between Burned Ones, an old war hero, a teenager who was stronger than she let on and a rich sponsor on the outside, Alfea was doomed.

Farah Dowling was doomed.

Your potential soulmate.

Who were you kidding? You knew it was her. You knew your soulmate was at Alfea, teaching for years; impromptu visions told you as much. Given your tendencies, you knew she was a woman, and since magic bound souls around the same age, you knew she would be in the same years as you.

Still, to think it would be the Fairy prodigy, the youngest headmistress of Alfea, the war hero and the one who pushed barriers to a whole new kind of skills...

Any other day, it would have puffed you with pride. Fate paired those with similar aptitude; to have such a powerful soulmate meant your own magic was too unequalled, powerful, and innovative.

A majestic clapback to all the teachers who said you'd never be able to accomplish anything.

But it was useless, knowing she had no chance to get through the day. If she didn't die from the Burned Ones' attack -there was a high chance, given she would put herself between her students and the danger without care for her own life- the old general would kill her or, at the very least, destitute her.

Some part of you tried to reason with the facts.

Didn't she kind of deserve it? She seemed prone to ignore law, lie and imprison even underage young women. If she could put a war hero in stasis, there was no telling what she might do to the rest of the world.

Except she would have done that long ago, wouldn't she?

If she were planning to throw over the world, she wouldn't have stayed sixteen years in the same post, fighting hard to provide more chances for education, even for disabled students. She wouldn't have retired from war, but would've continued it until she too was a hero too frightening to be put aside.

Farah Dowling wasn't fundamentally a bad person, but her morals were a little grey.

And who were you to judge?

You stole hundreds of artefacts, paintings, sometimes statues, all for money. You worked for people whom you knew had certainly killed people before, and you did it anyway. You certainly weren't a saint.

No reason for your conscience to come knocking now.

You've always favoured your own life or comfort above anyone else's.

Going straight into a battlefield was so far out of your comfort zone that it was stupid, and you weren't stupid. You weren't even remotely concerned by Alfea's future, and Farah Dowling had never asked anything of you.

Then why, as you approached the barrier of Alfea, ready to cross it and forget everything, you hesitated? Why weren't you walking past it, why were you stuck in place, why were you seeing again and again that woman in your mind?

"It has to be your choice, as well"

No one had ever told you that.

Everyone has always decided what was best for you, with your disability, your peculiar power, and rejected you for your parent's life choice (they were petty criminals, not even close to where you are now), your inability to read, and your strange gift that made it sound so easy to give them right.