Timeless Decisions

Fight

Meanwhile, as Red and Blanc made their way across the school grounds, the once lively campus was eerily silent, blanketed in an unnatural stillness. Almost everyone in Auradon had been frozen by the curse—students, teachers, and even the animals were caught in the icy grip of Zevon's dark magic. The two cousins moved quickly, their breath visible in the chilling air, their eyes scanning for any sign of the villain.

Red's heart raced as she glanced at the lifeless forms of friends and classmates, each one a stark reminder of the peril they faced. Blanc's grip tightened around her wand, her face set in grim determination. The weight of what had happened pressed heavily on her, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand. They had to find Zevon and stop him before it was too late.

As they neared the steps of the court, Red's eyes widened. It was the same place where she and Chloe had returned from the past—a location that now seemed ominously fitting for the final confrontation. And there, standing at the top of the steps, was Zevon.

He looked down at them with a smug expression, his arms crossed over his chest, exuding an aura of confidence and menace. The cold wind blew through his hair as he watched them approach, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

"Zevon!" Red called out, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. "This has to stop! You don't have to do this. There's still a chance to make things right."

Blanc stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. "Zevon, you've won nothing by freezing Auradon. What will ruling a kingdom of statues give you? It's not too late to change your ways."

Zevon laughed, the sound echoing off the empty walls around them. "Change my ways?" he mocked, his tone dripping with disdain. "Why would I do that when I'm so close to everything I've ever wanted? You think I care about ruling over a bunch of frozen fools? They're just pawns in my game. This is about power—real power—and showing everyone who ever doubted me that they were wrong."

Red shook her head, desperation creeping into her voice. "This isn't you, Zevon. You were Morgian's friend. Somewhere deep down, you have to know that this isn't the way."

Zevon's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Friendship? Loyalty? Those are just tools to get what you want. Morgian was weak, just like the rest of you. I'm done pretending to care about things that don't matter. I am what I was meant to be—powerful, unstoppable, and evil."

Blanc took a deep breath, trying to remain composed. "We all make mistakes, Zevon. But what you're doing now...it's only going to destroy you. Please, don't do this."

But Zevon's smirk only grew wider, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You're wasting your breath, Blanc. There's no redemption arc here. I'm not interested in being saved. I'm interested in winning."

Red's heart sank as she realized that their words were falling on deaf ears. Zevon was too far gone, consumed by his desire for power and vengeance. She exchanged a glance with Blanc, the weight of their failure heavy between them.

"Then you leave us no choice," Blanc said, raising her wand, her voice laced with sadness and resolve.

Zevon's smirk never wavered. "Do your worst. It won't make a difference."

With that, the final battle was set. The cold wind whipped around them as the forces of good and evil stood poised on the brink of a deadly confrontation, the fate of Auradon hanging in the balance.

The tension in the air was palpable as Red and Blanc faced off against Zevon, each side preparing for what would undoubtedly be an epic battle. Zevon stood at the top of the steps, his sword gleaming in the cold light. His confident smirk sent a chill down Red's spine, but she refused to back down.