AURORA

Consequences Of Failure.

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Aurora spent the next few nights delving deeper into the forbidden texts, practicing the dark magic she had discovered.
She knew Wanda would disapprove, but she was convinced that this was their only chance. She learned that the fire spell was even more dangerous than she had initially thought. If it failed, it could consume her entirely, leaving nothing but ashes. Also thinking why Agatha hasn't contact with her yet. Where is Yelena or Kate or even Strange...

Aurora pressed on. She practiced in secret, using the basement as her makeshift sanctuary. The air was thick with the scent of burning herbs and candles, and the flickering light cast eerie shadows on the walls. Each incantation, each gesture, was meticulously memorized and repeated until it felt like second nature.

Wanda, meanwhile, made a firm decision. She stopped using her magic altogether, focusing instead on regaining her physical strength and mental clarity. She knew that when the time came to face Agatha, she needed to be at her best. Her powers would be her last resort, a final weapon in the battle that lay ahead.

One evening, as Aurora was finishing her latest practice session, she found the final piece of the spell. The full incantation was revealed in an ancient book hidden in the darkest corner of the basement. It detailed not only the steps to imbue oneself with fire powers but also the severe risks involved. If the spell didn't succeed perfectly, it could backfire, causing immense pain or even death.

Aurora felt a pang of fear but pushed it aside. She couldn't afford to hesitate now. She spent hours perfecting the incantation, making sure every word and gesture was flawless. She had to be ready for anything.

Upstairs, Wanda and Mia continued their research. Mia had uncovered more about Agatha's ritual, revealing that it required a convergence of magical forces from different beings. They needed to find a way to disrupt the ritual, but the specifics were still elusive.

At night, as they gathered around the kitchen table, Wanda noticed Aurora's exhaustion. "You need to rest," she said, concern evident in her voice.

Aurora forced a smile. "I'm fine. We don't have time to rest."

Mia looked at her closely. "Aurora, you're pushing yourself too hard. If something happens to you-"

"Nothing will happen to me," Aurora interrupted, her voice sharper than intended. "We need to focus on stopping Agatha."

Wanda exchanged a worried glance with Mia but didn't press further. She knew Aurora was hiding something, but she also knew that pressing her now would only create more tension.

As the days passed, the tension in the house grew. Aurora continued her secret practices, each session more draining than the last. She felt the weight of the spell's danger but kept reminding herself that it was for the greater good. She couldn't afford to fail.

One evening, as Wanda and Mia were pouring over documents, Aurora slipped into the basement for what she hoped would be her final practice session. She drew a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She began the incantation, feeling the familiar rush of power surge through her. The air around her crackled with energy, and for a moment, she felt invincible.

But then something went wrong. The energy spiraled out of control, the flames growing too hot, too wild. Panic set in as she realized she might not be able to contain it. She fought to maintain control, her mind racing with the consequences of failure.

Just as the flames threatened to engulf her, she managed to bring the spell to a close. She collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath, her body trembling with exhaustion and fear. The danger had been real, but she had survived. Barely.

She knew she couldn't keep this up much longer. The next time she used the spell, it would have to be in the heat of battle, with no room for error.
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As she dragged herself back upstairs, she found Wanda waiting for her. "Aurora, where have you been?" Wanda asked, her eyes full of concern.

Aurora forced a tired smile. "Just... working on something," she said, hoping her friend wouldn't press for details.

Wanda sighed. "You need to take care of yourself. We need you."

Aurora nodded, guilt gnawing at her. "I know. I'll be careful, I promise."

As she lay in bed that night, Aurora's mind raced with thoughts of the impending battle. She knew the risks, but she also knew that she couldn't back down. She had to be strong, not just for herself, but for everyone. They were counting on her.

And so, as the morning sun rose, Aurora set candles all over the place to try to contact Agatha.

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Aurora set candles all over the basement, their flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. She was determined to contact Agatha, to confront her and gain some insight into her plans. The incantation for summoning was on the tip of her tongue as she focused her energy.

The air grew heavy and cold, the flames on the candles flickering wildly. Suddenly, a figure materialized in the center of the room. Agatha stood there, her eyes gleaming with malicious amusement.

"Aurora, how brave of you to summon me," Agatha said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Or should I say, how foolish?"

Aurora's fists clenched at her sides. "What do you want, Agatha? Why haven't you made your move yet?"

Agatha chuckled, the sound sending chills down Aurora's spine. "Oh, I've been busy, my dear. Preparing. Watching. Waiting for the perfect moment. But I see you've been busy too, dabbling in dark magic. Naughty girl."

Aurora's anger flared. "I don't care what you think. If you don't stop, will be no mercy. You won't succeed with your ritual."

"Ritual?Is that so?" Agatha sneered. "And who will stop me? You? With your untrained ass? Or perhaps your weak, exhausted little witch upstairs?"

Aurora took a step forward, her eyes blazing. "I'll stop you. Wanda won't fight. It's between me and you"

Agatha's smile widened. "Oh, Aurora. Such fire, such determination. It's almost admirable. But you're playing with forces you don't understand. And it will be your undoing. You should have just stayed in the courtroom..."

Before Aurora could respond, Agatha vanished, leaving the room cold and silent. Aurora stood there, trembling with anger and frustration. She knew Agatha was right about one thing: they were running out of time.

Aurora extinguished the candles and trudged upstairs, her mind racing. She found Wanda in the living room, looking more rested and focused than she had in days.

"Wanda," Aurora began, her voice tight with emotion. "I contacted Agatha. She's toying with me, I need to be ready ."

Wanda looked at Aurora, her eyes determined. "I've decided, Aurora. I'm ready to use my powers again. We need every advantage we can get."

Aurora shook her head, panic rising in her chest. "No, Wanda. You're still weak. You need more time to recover. I can't risk losing you."

Wanda stepped closer, placing a hand on Aurora's shoulder. "We don't have time, Aurora. Agatha is preparing for something big. We have to be ready to fight her with everything we have."

Aurora's eyes filled with worry. "I knew you'll say that but I can't lose you, Wanda. I'm sorry." And with that suddenly Aurora grabbed Wanda's arm placing a magic bracelet around her arm making Wanda fall to the ground not being able to move.

Wanda now panicking by Aurora's actions."Aurora, what are you doing!!Take it off"

Aurora shook her head. " It's for your own good, darling...I won't lose you too"
Wanda tried to move her hands without success "Aurora, don't do this please, I can help you, don't go alone, AURORA!!!." She shouted the last part.

"I'm sorry..." Aurora placed a pillow under Wanda's head and left the house.