Magi: The Goddess of Hope [DISCONTINUED]

💮 Scene Nine: Let us Burn

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The three heads fell to the floor. Homura, her black hair sticking to her skin, gasped tiredly as she bent over, a gun in her hand. The ghostly blue flames had engulfed the entire hall, the smoke slowly choking her lungs. Reloading her weapon with bullets, Homura tried not to inhale the burning cold air within the halls that made her chest hurt. 

But no matter--she must get to Madoka. The others were engaging in combat, and the last one was stationed at those Gates--she would undoubtedly keep that safe. 

"Madoka!" Homura bellowed as she stepped through the thrashed throne room--the only room that was not touched by the flames, as the rain poured from the open ceiling--a testament to the fact that her Ladyship was battling with that traitor again. 

Dashing into the flooded throne room, lilac wings sprouted from her back and she took off to the gray skies--to die for her Master, friend, and only True King until The End of Time. 

(There was meaning in Death, especially for those of the Hunt. To die for friendship was an honor.)

Homura wails in horror when the sound of  a shattering gem reaches her ears, and just like shooting stars, light streams from Madoka and that--

click-click-whirr.

*****

The magi and kings present in the room gape as the Memory ends, and Sinbad stared at the woefully surprised and beyond shell-shocked figure of Homura Akemi in his arms. The usually stoic girl lay in the arms of the king, her face covered by her black hair. 

But underneath that, Sinbad could see her bewildered expression. Her eyes were wide and almost terrified like a cornered animal's, her mouth parted slightly. Slowly, her shaking hand came up, covering half of her face. "Lord Sinbad...I finally remember what I was doing until I woke up in the jungles of Sindria."

(Sinbad mentally bemoans the loss of an opportunity to give Ja'far a surprise, and because of the fact that this young, young child had just tread through corpses and fire to see her friend--)

Shakily standing up with her head bowed low, Homura tottered towards the cot where Madoka--no, her Ladyship, lay fast asleep. Ignoring the stares from the other people in the room (some worried, some confused, and a small portion amused), Homura Akemi, Puella Magi of the Sands of Time, knelt solemnly before Kaname Madoka, with her bejeweled hand over her heart. 

"I answer my sovereign's summons. I am thy vassal and will, and the Left Hand of the Queen Valkyrie: Akemi Homura, the Sands of Time."

****

After Homura's initial declaration of her identity as a vassal from Madoka's past, chaos in the room ensued, immediately reined in by an indignant Kougyoku and an annoyed Morgiana, who did not want the pink-haired girl's sleep disturbed by the people present in the room. 

As of the current events, Akemi Homura now sat in a stool beside Madoka's makeshift bed, posture straight hands primly in her lap. Behind her, King Sinbad towered over the shorter girl, seeming like a protective djinn.