Electra's eyes locked on Icy, the tension in her shoulders softening for the first time in what felt like forever. There was something in Icy's gaze—a vulnerability Electra had never noticed before. It was strange to see the powerful, cold-hearted witch like this, fragile and exposed. Then again, Electra hadn't expected to see a softer side to Kalshara either, until the day she asked for help.
For the first time in a long time, Electra felt a pang of genuine empathy for Icy. She had always been her enemy, a symbol of everything Electra had fought against, but in this moment, she didn't see a villain. She saw someone who had suffered, someone who, perhaps, needed a second chance. Without a second thought, she flew toward her, her heart thudding in her chest.
"I'm so sorry, Icy," Electra said softly, her voice heavy with regret.
Icy glanced up, her expression guarded but tired. "Me too," she murmured, the words barely audible, but they were enough.
Electra's mind flashed back to her first year at Alfea. The memory of using her Sonic Shout to deafen Icy clawed at her conscience. Back then, it was out of fear and desperation, born from her deep hatred of losing. But now... now she wanted to make things right.
She felt a surge of energy course through her as she called upon her Enchantix powers, her transformation illuminating the space around them. Golden light enveloped her as she hovered, wings shimmering with newfound strength.
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"But... you have complete Enchantix powers?" Icy's voice trembled, disbelief flashing across her face. "How?"
Electra took a deep breath, her gaze steady. "Two years ago, I completed my three-year journey. I learned something important—something that changed me. I love winning more than I hate losing now. Back then, I attacked you out of a hatred for defeat, but I've learned that true victory isn't just about conquering others. It's about healing, helping, and forgiving."
Icy's cold blue eyes widened, her usual icy demeanor cracking under the weight of Electra's words.
Electra smiled gently, her heart softening further. "You can have your hearing back."
Without hesitation, she raised her hand and summoned the radiant glow of fairy dust. The shimmering particles sparkled in the air as she sprinkled them over Icy's head. Slowly, the light began to envelop Icy, healing what had once been broken.
Bloom, Stella, Flora, Musa, Alysha, Natalie, Tecna, and Aisha stood frozen, watching in awe as Electra restored Icy's hearing. The crowd was silent, the tension thick in the air as years of animosity seemed to dissolve before their eyes.
Icy blinked, her expression unreadable at first. But then, something incredible happened. In a moment of joy, relief, and disbelief, she smiled—a small, tentative smile that Electra had never seen before.
Before Electra could react, Icy stepped forward, arms trembling, and pulled Electra into a hug.
The world seemed to stop for a moment. Electra, stunned, hugged her back. The cold, hardened witch she had once known was gone, replaced by someone who had been broken, someone who needed to heal just as much as Electra had.
The others looked on, their eyes wide with shock. This was something none of them had ever imagined: Icy and Electra, once bitter enemies, now embracing as if they had been fighting the same battle all along.
As they pulled apart, Electra couldn't help but smile. I had this feeling that Icy wasn't all that evil, she thought. I was right. She was redeemable after all.
