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“What did you do?!” she shrieked. “Where’s my magic? Where’s my energy? My flames?!”
“They’re back in Faerie,” Fake Lucy declared. “Well, actually. That’s a lie. A quarter of your power is in Faerie.”
“A quarter?!” she screamed.
“Mhmm,” she replied like it was no big deal as she crossed her arms and grinned mockingly back at the woman who now looked like a pitiful human with no elemental components. “Another quarter is in the Phoenix Family kingdom. A third one is in a nice pretty box in the underground of our place, and the last one. Well…”
She waited a few seconds as if debating whether to say it or not.
“Well, that last quarter is in the depths of hell. My pet Ceberebus is playing with it like a tennis ball but he knows not to get all rough with it or anything. I don’t want to empower people in hell. They’re supposed to be helplessly suffering.”
“Impossible!” the Vile Queen snarled and tried to get out of the black vine seat but it was no use. “My magic can’t be gone! Do you see this throne?! It's made of my magic! You may be manipulating it to use it against me but it's proof my magic is still here!”
“Actually, I’m not doing anything.” She shrugged. “Besides, you didn’t summon that throne.”
“Excuse me?” She looked like a psychotic freak with how wildly wide her eyes were while her face was flush red. “If I didn’t summon it, who did?!”
“Easy,” she replied and gestured to the pile of ash. “She did.”
“She…did?” the Vile Queen questioned as she looked at the pile of Aurelia’s remains like we all did. “You’ve lost it, haven’t you? You fake cunt! WHO summoned my throne?”
She simply gestured again to the pile of ash.
“She did,” she emphasized again and sighed. “Oh, right. You’re but a pesky human now so you won’t be able to see without one being dramatic.”
With a clap of her hands, she whispered, “You can come out now.”
I caught onto the twinkling spark of a flame, the tiny embers at the bottom of the piled ash beginning to multiply and grow stronger with every second. Flames of green and blue ignited and began to swirl — a cyclone of ash and green-blue flames beginning to dance around the stake.
I dared to hold my breath as my eyes widened to take in the magical moment, as the flames rose higher and higher, morphing into what I realized was a phoenix as it spread its flaming wings before shifting its image until it was a howling wolf.
The sound pierced the air, igniting swirling bolts of lightning to crash around the spinning vortex. Four purple crystals began to materialize and circle around the flaming cyclone, and as it began to dim, I caught onto the familiar energy that had my eyes overflowing with tears in seconds.
With a blast of wind shooting outward, we withstood the heat wave before the temperatures cooled as the intense winds were no more.
Only flakes of ember began to rain down on all of us while our eyes landed on the individual standing right in the middle of where the stake once was.
The same dazzling crown of greens and purples now sitting upon her head.
“The throne is mine,” she announced and slowly smiled. “I was the one who summoned it.”
“I-Impossible,” the Vile Queen whispered. “I BURNED YOU!
“Kind of. Apparently, it's really hard to kill a Clementine.” She dramatically sighed like it was such a draining task. “It’s better to keep them imprisoned for all eternity than kill them. At least, that’s what they say in ancient books in Faerie. Maybe you previously contributed to those.”
“You…you…” She couldn’t even make out her sentence.
“Isn’t this a nice family reunion? Sorry, I’m a tad late. Arthur told me I had to be a tardy for the sake of dramatics, but I hate worrying those I care about.”
Her eyes looked up until they met mine, and they projected her relief to see me still standing — even though I was clearly a crying mess.
“Now, bitch. Why are you up there crying like I died or something? We may not be ‘friends’ anymore but no way were you wasting them salt drops when I’m clearly right here,” she sarcastically stated as if we hadn’t vowed to be besties again.
“Aurelia,” I whispered and sniffed as more tears fell. “Bitch! Who the fuck said you could die!”
“I didn’t die!” she countered and pointed to Fake Lucy. “Arthur told me to just scream and make it look believable! I was in my cell the entire time!”
“Arthur?” multiple people questioned as all eyes were on the fake Lucy.
