Blootor cerita

The final fight has come: Bloom confronts Valtor. Taking advantage of a moment of inattention on Valtor's part, Bloom snicks into his spirit and is about to extinguish his flame forever, which would put an end to his schemes. But suddenly, as she's about to use her fairy dust on him, she's absent-minded, something's preventing her from achieving her goal. Why can't she kill him and more importantly, how will she deal with the aftermath of this event and what that means? This story takes starts on the last episode of season three and serves as a rewrite.

Two sides of the greater power in the whole universe, isn't it very expected to them being the endgame?

She noticed a familiar figure approaching from the shadows. It was the mysterious man who she danced with. Her heart skipped a beat and she took a deep breath, preparing herself for another encounter with the enigma that had captured her attention. As he drew nearer, his eyes met hers with that same intense, intriguing gaze. "Bloom," he greeted with a smile that was both reassuring and tickling. "I didn't expect to see you out here again." His tone was soft yet remarkable. "I suppose I'm drawn to the stars," she said, trying to sound nonchalant despite the fluttering in her chest. "And you, mysterious stranger who still hadn't told me his name?" She teased, desperately trying to grab some information. "I'm drawn to what I find fascinating," he replied, his eyes never leaving hers. "And tonight, that would be you." He took a step towards her. Bloom's heart raced at his words. "Well you still didn't tell me your name." She said, trying to sound unaffected by his words. He chuckled softly and gently brushed a string of her hair out of her face. "I suppose some mysteries are meant to be unraveled slowly."