I won't ever be alone again.
I prepare, gathering all the magic I hold. Everything, burning, boiling, and building up inside, getting bigger, as I take all I have left inside. Dark and Light Magic, fire and water, everything that's been left inside. I feel Nora and Selena doing just the same, preparing to attack with everything they have left in them. This is the last attack.
Luna can probably feel it too. She's panicking and wriggling, trying to break herself free of my magic circle. I hear bones breaking, one after the other, as she doesn't care about hurting that stolen body. Sorry, Ravena...
"You can't!" she screams. "You can't! I'm eternal! My wrath has to continue, or the werewolves will–"
"The werewolves deserve to live in peace, and the witches deserve to love whoever they want," I retort with a broken voice. "You have done enough wrong, Luna. Time to end it."
I raise my arms, ignoring her screams of anger and fear. It's an enormous mass of magic that's now above my head. Fire and water are fighting each other, making a loud crackling noise, almost burning my fingers and provoking a lot of steam around me. The fog is flying around, but I make sure to look Luna's way, and her way alone. It drains all the energy inside me, everything I had left of my magic, to the last drop. I have to use all the strength I can to even keep it contained before it explodes. I look to Nora and Selena, also ready.
They launch their attack half a second before me. A blinding light and a thunderous boom as Selena strikes first. The bolt keeps forking and crackling as she hits Luna, again and again. Nora's ice comes right after, like a violent snowstorm taking over the area. Even I can feel the ice freezing me down to my bones. I'm next.
With a massive rage, I throw my gigantic magic fire and water ball right ahead, the blast so violent and sudden, the ground trembles under our feet. The explosion blows all of us backwards, thrown across the area like paper dolls. I hear the deafening mix of lightning cracking, the fire and water explosion, and the whooshing of that ice mist.
It's over. I can feel it. The darkness from before, it's... gone. Washed away like a wave, leaving a big, empty area under it. Something nude and bare, completely new and... fresh. I shiver. Moon Goddess, is it... over?
I open my eyes, feeling sore all over.
It's the snow again. Except, this time I'm not Luna. Luna is there, just a few steps away from us. She is completely different, all of that... dark aura is gone. She looks defenseless, weak and sad. She's crouched down in the snow, shivering and crying faintly. I look to both sides, and exchange surprised glances with Selena and Nora. The two wolves are as dumbfounded as I am...
"...Luna?" I call out gently.
“Leave me alone…”
Oh, I didn't expect to hear her in my head. I painfully get up, each muscle in my body protesting after what I just put them through... I let out a sigh, and slowly get back on my feet, trying to ignore all the aches.
“Mara…”
“It's alright. She's different now. This... is the real Luna, the Luna from before. You can feel it too, right? There's no Dark Magic left in her. She's just... herself.”
I make my way to the white wolf. She growls a bit as a warning, but I can tell she doesn't have the strength to fight.
“Leave me alone,” she repeats. “I failed... I am not the Luna you thought I was.”
"Honestly, I didn't expect you to be real in the first place," I retort, "but here we are, somewhere in a memory, to meet you."
“...You don't need to meet me.”
“No. You needed to meet us,” replies Nora, stepping up next to me.
I know she understood why we're here too. Selena comes after us, a bit more hesitant. The white wolf is still lying in the snow, and I realize, on our left, there's the tombstone.
“Don't look at the grave.”
“Why?”
“Just... don't.”
I'm not sure what can be triggered if we stare at that grave, but I wouldn't risk it. It's like... a gut feeling telling me not to. I glance around. It's the exact same scene I saw, except that there's nothing else around us. There's no sound, for starters. No wind pushing through the trees, not a bird singing, no sound of leaves rustling. Even the snow under our feet doesn't creak. It's as if everything had stopped, stuck in this precise moment in time, leaving only the four of us here.
We walk up to Luna, but she turns her head to the little wooden cabin. This Luna has... lost all of her will. She's just a bottomless pit of sadness and loneliness.
“It's all over,” she growls. “You should go back. There won't be... anymore of that curse. He's really... not coming back.”
"You can't stay here, either," I retort. "This place... you're still trapped in here, Luna."
“I'm fine with being trapped.”
