Heart Attack

Who lives, Who dies, Who tells your story

Arthur Watts was a man of tanned skin and black hair. He held a gun I had only seen in those history books I was lent to learn about humanity. Yet, this glowed, I suppose its something made in this dimension. I glared at him, floating over the ground as I heard his plan to shoot us. As he was lowering his weapon I shot my star-bolts. I used my magic to boost Altair's capabilities. Arthur used some kind of shield to avoid my bolts but wasn't able to dodge Altair's kick from behind. I punched Arthur in the face, he tried to shoot. My eyes widened as I realized what he was going to use.

"Altair! He is going to magnetize the place!"

Altair braced himself, feeling his hand stick to one of the surfaces. I kept fighting Arthur with all my might. Altair, once free, threw his knives at him. But the magnetism made them fail. I turned the knives into obsidian instead, allowing Altair to be able to be much more precise in his attacks. I never touched Arthur, but maybe, just maybe, it was time to use the ways of my people.  I concentrated, grabbing his arms and twisting them behind him, Arthur tried to escape by shooting, but it went downwards. My magic concentrated in my hands, I heated them, and I started to put pressure. His screaming couldn't be heard by me, wriggling like a blabbergorsch, as I burned his skin and broke his wrists the skin fusing from one wrist to the other. He tried to use his platforms to stop me, but he couldn't his concentration was gone, and Altair came by his¿tting pressure points to paralyze the man.

"Amyrti, its time to let him go," he said calmly I felt myself relax, not before breaking Arthur's legs and arms. I carried him like a sack of potatoes.

"I'm sorry you had to see that....it-"

"There is no need to apologize, I know we had to do what was necessary. Our majesty will need to place a verdict, even if we wished to murder him, we cannot without the permission of the winter." He said calmly as we both walked back to headquarters. The military was a mess, everyone running around to eliminate Grimm. I wonder if our friends were alright, Damian, he needed to be there, or this would be more complicated. I placed Arthur inside the truck that would take him away.

"It is time to use the tower."

What!? But-

"There is no better moment than now, to unite the world once and for all"

"We waited till the time was right. And now, it is."

I bit my lip, said nothing to everyone. And flew as fast as I could towards the communications tower. I noticed something, two bodies, two human bodies that I recognized immediately, it was Ozma and Salem, as they looked when they first met. My eyes widened looking back at Jason and Tim both standing up and glancing back at me. They had gotten the message as well, Damian was the last to arrive with the tower now active everyone in the world would see us. Each one of us handed a relic, and ready to tell the world the truth.

"We are the seasons." We said in unison. "We are the new guardians of Remnant."

On the screen, we placed our hands together, and all the screens transmitted the story.

"Long ago, two people fell in love, but love was their same downfall." 

Salem's predicament with destruction and creation, Ozma's revival and mission,e everyone saw it.

"They had four beautiful children, each one representing a season. Their father made them escape with him one night from their mother" 

As we told the story, the same images we had seen appeared.  Four girls running away with Ozma. He looked at his daughters concerned, kissing their foreheads. 

"Terrified that his daughters would end up being found and used against him, or that the gods would harm them he used an old spell. He prohibited them from leaving until it was safe in the real world. But the girls cried that they would be lonely, so, as the loving father he was, he gave them four countries taking many people towards each. Thus his girls turned into queens at a young age, protected by the people. And for some time, they felt happy, but their father didn't return, instead, creatures that were made of shadows got in"