I lied on the floor of the Great Hall, defeated. The pain seared, intensifying each second. I couldn't pinpoint where it was, but it was jarring and ruthless. Dark mist was clouding the edges of my vision, while I found it harder and harder to see.
"Pathetic, young Cepheus. You really thought you would get away with this? You thought you could really win this battle?" Through the haze, I heard his high, cold voice laughing at me.
"Not so much, dear boy. Crucio!"
It was excruciating, unbearable. As if it was worse the more you're hit by it, I felt like every centimeter of my skin was pierced, and I was rapidly losing consciousness. But the brutal effect was dying down, and I was falling into comforting oblivion. After some time, I think I lost the ability to move.
Just a little longer, and I would be in total comfort and purity. I was free-falling upwards, and the higher I fell the less pain I felt.
I knew it was the end. I lost the battle, and here I am. I lost, I lost, I lost.
But I can't lose. The fate of the world hangs on a thread, and I'm that thread. Voldemort's going to take over, and the Wizarding World will never be the same again. All the wizards, witches, centaurs, elves, goblins, and especially Muggles will pay a terrible price.
I have to win this. My job isn't done yet.
And then I see the screen:
Game paused: Keep trying? Or Quit?
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Cepheus Lestrange
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