Light Over Darkness
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Last published Fri, Aug 22, 2025
Beams of shimmering magic blasted through the last two creatures - boom, boom - leaving a soft scent of roses in the air.
The courtyard fell silent.
But Malora still stood, untouched.
She raised her staff again. The green flame blazed high.
"You think I need shadowlings to stop you? You're playing dress-up with borrowed power."
"We're not borrowing anything," I said, stepping forward. "This power chose us."
Malora sneered. "Then let's see what you really are without it."
She hurled a blast of green magic toward me. I crossed my scepter in front of me, bracing-
But Kaitlyn jumped in and deflected it with her ribbon whip, spinning like a dancer.
"You're not hurting our girl," she snapped.
Miranda landed beside me. "We stand together."
A spark lit in my heart - our magic humming in sync.
I raised my scepter high.
"Princess Strike!" I shouted.
All three of us glowed - my golden sand and petals, Miranda's rose-light, and Kaitlyn's icy sparkle combining into a wave of pure energy.
It slammed into Malora like a tidal wave.
She screamed - not in pain, but in frustration - before vanishing into smoke, her staff clattering to the courtyard stones.
The silence afterward was heavy.
Then Kaitlyn exhaled. "Okay. That was intense."
I nodded, chest still rising and falling. "What... what was she doing out here?"
Miranda knelt by the spot where Malora vanished and picked up a scorched piece of parchment left behind.
Her eyes narrowed. "This isn't over."
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