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I want everything to stop. For the music and lights to die so that something more powerful than Zeus can end this madness.
But is there something stronger than Zeus? I don’t think so.
Because from his talons comes bursts of lightning, shooting across the stage. The princess’ tower is set on fire. Remedy moves, running down an aisle, her arm outstretched, putting out the fire caused by the lightning.
Remedy is here.
She didn’t leave when I asked her to. She needs me. And I turned her away.
Fortune favors the brave.
I keep asking who I am. Where do I come from?
There is my sister, running to help save me. Who am I? I am her family. Where do we come from? Maybe it’s time to help figure that out.
But before I can tell her that, the eagle comes closer. Close enough to strike.
The lightning comes at me and it is a force to be reckoned with.
One that I don’t have the capacity to fight. This is the lightning that killed my sister. The lightning that killed my mother.
I may be the girl who can soar, but this lightning sends me flying.
The lightning hits my heart and my wings catch fire. All of me is burning.
I fall from the sky, and while time seems to still, it all happens in a flash.
The hawks fly toward me, but Zeus is no mere shifter, he is a god of Olympus and he is my father. He knows what he’s doing, and no one can stop him.
He means for me to die.
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Arrow
She lands on top of the massive tower where the Princess is held captive. It’s a good two stories from the ground.
The stage itself is a massive revolving disk, that moves on cranes. It’s not like I can just jump up to the tower and climb to her.
But I can shift. The fire that surrounds her is larger than life. I can hardly see her through the flames.
The audience is on their feet and I want them gone. I want them to understand this is not a part of the show.
This is life. This is death.
We can’t lose her. Not now. Not like this.
I love her.
Remedy is on the stage, trying to put out all the fire, and North, Brecken, and Sawyer are fighting with Zeus above us. The entire thing looks like magic because it is. This is no Vegas show. This is a showdown.
“Come on,” I shout to Vaughn, both of us shifting and flying toward her. But the fire keeps getting in our way. It’s more powerful than we can manage on our own. It all happens within seconds, too, so it’s not like anyone realizes what is happening.
The fire only surrounds Lark, and Remedy is trying her best to contain it, by pushing her power toward it.
It helps, and there is no smoke, or any fire alarms blazing. There’s no fire at all, other than the fire on top of the tower. The fire wrapping around the love of my life.
She must be high enough that fire alarms wouldn’t be detected there anyway. I wish they were. I want everyone in this theater gone. I don’t trust Zeus. He is planning on killing Lark and I don’t want anyone to witness that.
I need to protect her.
Suddenly though, the fire turns to ash.
There are no longer any flames at all. Within a minute it vanished, and it wasn’t Remedy’s doing. She is still trying to move close enough to help.
I fly to her, terrified.
There is ash in the air, floating all around the stage. The air is singed, and my heart is still.
No.
The audience is on their feet as I fly closer to Lark.
There is nothing there. The house lights come on. Crew members are running to the stage trying to understand what is happening.
Trying to understand where Lark went.
It’s like the audience doesn’t realize this isn’t part of the show. The bolts of lightning and the men who shift into birds only add to the confusion.
Ash floats to the ground and I can’t accept this. This is not fate. This is destruction and death.
I shift to human form, standing on top of the tower, looking for her but she’s no longer with us.
Lark is gone.
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Lark
As the fire surrounds me, I see it clearly for the first time since it happened. Memories must have buried them-
selves, or maybe my mother put a spell on me to bury it for me.
The memory is painful, but it’s all I see as the lights go out. As I fall down a tunnel of white toward my death.
There we are in the green grass, behind the cottage. Tennyson has my ring in her hand, a naughty smile on her face.
My hands run over the long blades of grass as we sit in the summer heat. “We aren’t allowed to wear it,” I tell her. “We should just go put it back in the jewelry box before she sees that it’s missing.”
