Floaty, everything felt like, as if the remnants of a marvelous dream thrived in my system. Every ache, every affliction, hissed with urgency, demanding I drop back to the floor. But in the grand scheme, they mimicked mere background noise, left to decay beneath the boisterous notes ringing in my soul.
Before me, the King wore every shred of his wrath, his fists clenched as the veins in his head bulged.
"Violet Newcastle . . ." he spat.
To him, those syllables bore the same putridness as a rancid meal.
My focus slid away from him, and the faces of my companions shed multiple shades—worry, jubilance, but most of all, desperation. Their bodies shut down ages ago, and no matter how hard they yearned for it, their wills could no longer drive them.
Down the ghost hunter's cheeks spilled her glistening tears.
"Violet . . ." Miss Yuko sobbed. "Please . . . Save our home!"
They sung again, those glorious bells, echoing in the beyond like pseudo stars.
My roar sent fissures through the walls of the universe.
"WITHOUT FAIL!"
The King barreled my way.
"Just die already, you fucking nuisance!"
Wham!
His knuckles cracked fiercely against my arms, my defense fortress-like.
Already, the bands of gold wrapped around my limbs, my pupils morphing into gears.
From then on, I let my instincts take control, and like a ruthless panther, I bolted around the rooftop, bashing my fists into Ren from every angle imaginable. With each hit, he fell deeper and deeper into his daze, overwhelmed by my ferocity.
Every organ boiled.
Every nerve snapped like feeble strings.
But I held on, the beats of my heart pounding into reality's entirety.
Thoo-thoom!
Not yet . . .
Thoo-thoom!
I can't fall yet . . .
Thoo-thoom!
Not when I still have promises to keep!
* * *
"Please, save Sincasa. I'm begging you. Don't let Her Majesty's ambitions wither. Please."
* * *
"You don't have what it takes to swing the sword all on your own."
* * *
"Make sure nobody else will have to feel what you felt. Make sure no one else will have to suffer as you've suffered."
* * *
WHAM!
I smashed the King deep into the sky, and with a raven's flight, I glided to the space above him.
There, I had my leg raised high.
Until I heal the Myth Collective,
until nothing but smiles shine across Eridios,
I refuse to die!
The young man had gone through every calculation, had adjusted for every possibility. In his eyes, his dream carried a certainty most would never hope to reach.
But as the world slowed,
as the final chapter of his story wrote itself in fine cursive,
he saw clearly what he never accounted for:
the tiny cub who had modestly, earnestly, sharpened her fangs.
I hurled down my axe kick.
As my heel slammed into Ren's chest, reality flashed white. Nothingness devoured the entirety, the cracks snapping across the emptiness vast.
But then the world returned, and I saw with my own eyes the King of Sincasa hurtle downward, straight through the castle to crash violently into the base of the city.
At the same time, my heart offered its final note—THOO-THOOM—before a thin tear split open in the aorta.
Scarlet gushed onto my lips, and my consciousness melted into the abyss.
Up in the magnificent garden of golden lilies, the platinum souls witnessed everything, captivated by the bravura of the assured underdog.
"Hey, Tengen," one of them said, "is that the little girl you always manage to bring up?"
"I've never heard him talk about anything else," another chimed in.
The old man smiled wide, proud beyond definition.
"Ya bet yer buttons. That right there is my Ultra Violet."
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Melody of the Holoverse
Fanfiction"I stood before the great serpent, my heart quivering with platinum as she whispered my destiny." In the outskirts of Eridios, Violet Newcastle lives her peaceful life, helping her grandfather with the farm as she simply wonders what she'll be havi...
