Timeless Decisions

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As the fight raged on, Zevon's eyes flickered with sudden realization. He had been matching Red and Blanc blow for blow, their skills pushing him to his limits, but now a new thought began to take shape in his mind. His gaze shifted to Blanc's wand, which glowed brightly as it deflected his attacks. A wicked grin spread across his face as the full significance of the wand dawned on him.

If he could destroy Blanc's wand, they would lose their only hope of reversing the curse—even if they managed to defeat him. Without the wand, Auradon would remain frozen, and his victory would be complete.

His smirk widened, and he redirected his focus entirely on Blanc. "So that's your secret weapon," he hissed, his voice dripping with malice. "Without that wand, you're powerless."

Blanc's eyes narrowed as she caught the shift in his demeanor. She could sense his new intent, and fear clenched her heart. She tightened her grip on her wand, determined to keep it out of his reach. "Red, he's going after my wand!" she called out, her voice laced with urgency.

Red, who had been parrying Zevon's strikes, shot a glance at Blanc, understanding the gravity of the situation. She nodded and quickly moved to cover Blanc, trying to block Zevon's path with her sword. But Zevon was faster, more desperate now, and he lunged at Blanc with renewed vigor.

Zevon's sword clashed violently with Red's, the force of his blows nearly knocking her off balance. He shoved her aside with a brutal kick, sending her sprawling to the ground. Red gasped in pain but forced herself to get up, knowing she couldn't let Zevon reach Blanc.

But Zevon was relentless. He pushed forward, driving Blanc back with every strike. Her wand flickered as she tried to conjure defensive spells, but Zevon's attacks were coming too quickly, too forcefully. His sword grazed her arm, and she winced, stumbling backward.

"Blanc, hold on!" Red shouted, charging at Zevon once more, but he was too focused on his goal. He swung his sword in a wide arc, aiming directly at Blanc's wand.

With a cry of effort, Blanc raised her wand to block the strike, but Zevon's sword came down with brutal precision. The impact shattered the wand in an explosion of light and sound, the shards scattering across the stone floor like glittering dust.

Blanc's heart dropped as she watched the pieces of her wand fall to the ground, her last hope of saving Auradon slipping away. She felt a wave of despair wash over her as she realized the enormity of what had just happened.

Zevon laughed, a cold, triumphant sound that echoed through the hall. "Now you have nothing!" he sneered, his eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction. "You've lost, Blanc. Auradon is mine!"

But in his moment of gloating, Zevon made a fatal mistake—he let his guard down. Red, fueled by sheer determination and anger, seized the opportunity. She surged forward, her sword aimed with precision.

With a powerful swing, she struck Zevon across the head with the hilt of her sword. The force of the blow sent him staggering, his laughter cut short as his vision blurred. He tried to steady himself, but the impact was too much, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Red stood over him, panting heavily, her sword still clutched in her hand. She glanced back at Blanc, who had fallen to her knees, staring at the shattered remains of her wand.

"Blanc..." Red whispered, her voice shaky as she took a few steps toward her cousin. She dropped her sword to the ground, the weight of the fight finally catching up to her.

Blanc didn't respond immediately. She just stared at the broken pieces, her chest heaving with every ragged breath. Red knelt beside her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, trying to offer some comfort.