Chapter 18: Sidereal

It was easy to plan, to construct scenarios in your own mind about how things would go on, how they would happen.

It was a thing of preservation in itself, a thing that could only be said to be result of survival.

You created possible scenarios, hypothetical ones so that if they were to happen, you wouldn’t be blindsided.

Thing is there was a difference between the could be and the what was. It was easy to plan before being punched in the face.

It was easy to plan when death itself wasn’t before you. The plan of Finnlay had been simple but one she herself thought effective.

Try to avoid any kind of confrontation, use charms like the freezing charm and trandiguration to navigate the city being destroyed and immobilize if not dealing with the little monsters, the familiars of the ‘Witch’ called Walpurgisnacht.

Finnlay had been way more confident before Death itself had been launched at her. She didn't try to block the coming bolt of darkness.

Instead, she chose to move, jumping on the side, into one of the mimi river created by the endless rain of above, a slight touch of cold exploding from the tip of her wand turning water into Ice just before her feet made contact.

A sound akin to lightning exploded behind her but she didn't look. She couldn’t look, at least not now.

She slid on the ice only the past lessons she had taken allowing to keep her balance even with the less-than-adequate Wizarding shoes.

Her wand danced between her fingers, moving following her arm into an arc. Shards of ice rose giving a middle finger go gravity and morphing and expanding into a ramp of icy death.

The familiar wasn’t able to dodge, instantaneously stuck into the ice buy even then, Finnlay could see cracks forming on the ice, dark smoke oozing from them.

The ice would probably break soon, freeing its prisoner but this was something she already had expected.

This is why her wand was already pointed at the frozen head of the familiar.

“Diffendo,” she whispered, the cutting charm rushing and severing the head of the familiar more easily than it would be to cut into butter.

Finnlay breathed, the air turning it cold mist, her heart pumping faster than it ever did, fear and adrenaline pushing her.

‘First one,’ she thought as she pushed with the sole of her left leg out of the path of the familiar disappearing that seemed to be in dark smotes.

“One of many,’ she reminded herself as her vision fell on other familiars. She had slayed one but killing one amongst what seemed to be endless was worthless.

Death was on every side, at every corner. She could feel it, almost see it. One error. Only one error and it would be the end.

‘One error and not only her but also Ashely would die too and this was something she wouldn’t allow to pass,’ she thought as she tightened her grip on her wand.

One error, one error she wouldn’t make! No matter how much the chances were against her. No matter how unlikely her survival seemed. No matter how impossible the task was, as long as she believed, she hadn’t lost.

She had to think. She had to plan. She was a Ravenclaw. That must count for something. It had to.

A familiar fell before her, just before her, the ice flowing from her wand, her magic breaking under the weight of the thing.

Physics ensued and she was sent flying uncontrollably through the air. On the corner of her eyes, she saw some familiars jump toward her, others preparing what seemed to be arcane attacks.

She was airborne, without any way to move when it wasn’t their cases. She was vulnerable and if she did nothing, the first one they would reach would be Ashley, Ashley still unconscious on her back.

She just had to think. What should it matter that they were more numerous? What should it matter that they were stronger than her?

If the present Finnlay couldn’t win, she would just have to tear her down until what was left could!

Her wand shone as she poured her magic into it, as she tried to find a spell that could-no-would save her.

Her magic jumped from the tip of her wand like a spider expanding its webs, red coating the world and turning it paint like, rain drops freezing, stopping in their course for a brief instant before they changed too, water turning into steel, fear and hatred powering her before she made them fall.

They fell shining like dull stars, trying to shredded everything on their path, following the need of her survival of them creator.

Steel met darkness and broke yet didn't stop. What would it matter if ten shards of steel couldn’t hurt? What would it matter hundred didn't? What would it matter if a thousand didn't?

Sooner or later, they would succeed, like an endless force of erosion and even if not, they served their goal.

After all, Finnlay’s priority wasn’t to kill familiars. It was to escape. The rain of steel was nothing but a mean toward it.

This is why the moment after, she had already moved her wand, falling pieces of steel following in a wave of silver to swept her away.

It felt similar to riding a horse, exhilarating, powerful and potentially disastrous if one mistake was made.

A flash of blue made the cloud of silver move, sliding along a building. Behind her, an ominous explosion made itself known.

As if it would be easy. She should have expected it but the little monsters were truly marking themselves as real problems.

The shadow of wings made her look at her right just to see an axe trying to behead her.

Only the lessons her father had forced to take when she was younger saved Ashley and her.

Blades of silver rose from the cloud she was standing on, on the path of the axe.

The axe cut through five made of steel before she could even blink as if they weren’t things of steel but of paper.

It was a good thing than less than a blink was fast enough for the instincts of the young Ravenclaw, the tip of her wand alight with embers before fire crashed against the dark axe.

The axe wasn’t the one to win, the fiery element eating through it and through one of the hands of the familiar.

A snarl and a jaw full of jagged canines were the answers the familiar of the witch chose to give.

It would have succeeded in taking a chunk of the two Ravenclaws if another spell wasn’t being whispered by Finnlay under her breath.

“Depulso,” she murmured before an invisible force struck against the stomach of the creature.

The familiar snarled in pain and hatred, cracks forming on the surface of its shade-like flesh yet it didn't bulge. After all, it was still a creature made by the Witch of the end.

Its remaining arm flew, gnarly and vicious claws toward the left side of the muggle-born witch.

It was something too fast, too strong for the witch to succeed in stopping it. This is why she didn't, tendrils of silver launching her out of the path making her dodge.

The wand of the witch was already alight with magic as she was thrown, silver following her almost like a chick after its mother, travelling and dodging familiars and worldly obstacles to catch her just before she could crack against the ground.

Another wave of the wand of the witch changed it again as she rose, the silver extending.

She ignored the agony that exploded into her head as she pushed herself to do more.

Transfiguration was changing the world. Transfiguration could be said to be one of the primordial step of creation.

Why would it be only limited at little things? Why should its wonders be limited to the powerful only when it was an art of imagination?

Magic was both finite and infinite. Magic was terror and wonder capable of incredible things and great minds armed with it could only do spectacular things.

A bike began to form, frame forged of pure silver, memory and will power, curves and contours meticulously crafted, reflecting light in a way that made it look like a beacon in the darkness brought by Walpurgisnacht.

Finnlay sat on steel turned into supple black leather. Her feet met adorned pedals with serrated edges.

Her hands gripped handlebars, sleek and elegantly curved, with intricate filigree patterns etched into the metal.

She could feel the motor of the thing, beating almost like a heart almost alive, almost whispering and begging to be turned on.

This was but a copy of the bike of her father. One of her earliest memory she had of her father was of being carried by him while on his bike.

She had felt invincible. She had felt free as if everything was right in the world and there were no points to anything else.

This had been their secret, their father-daughter special moment before her father was drowned in his duties and his work. This. Had been before when she had truly felt like his daughter and not both his daughter and an investment.

She could also remember how much her mother had reacted. That had been less fun when her mother barred her father from doing so again.

It was true that she wasn’t as smart, as good as magic than Ashley and many others. It didn't mean that she wasn’t smart outside of it.

It had been almost a decade yet she could still remember perfectly the shape of the bike. She wasn’t as good as magic as Ashley yet she knew with perfect accuracy the different mechanisms and reactions happening Inside a side when it was turned on.

She knew them and this is why she had replicated them with the use of magic.

When you turned on a bike, several mechanisms and chemical reactions come into play to ensure it runs smoothly. In an internal combustion engine, fuel mixed with air in the engine's cylinder. When the spark plug ignited this mixture, it caused a controlled explosion that released energy. This explosion forced the piston down, turning the crankshaft and providing the rotational motion needed to power the bike.

To manage the heat generated by the engine, a coolant circulated through the system, preventing overheating. The exhaust system then expelled the gases produced during combustion, such as carbon dioxide, water vapor, and nitrogen oxides, through the exhaust pipe and muffler. Additionally, the bike's electrical system, powered by the battery, supplied electricity to the ignition system, lights, and other electrical components.

Lubrication was essential to reduce friction and wear on moving parts like the piston, crankshaft, and valves. The transmission, which included the gearbox and clutch, transferred power from the engine to the wheels, allowing the bike to change speed and direction effectively. Altogether, turning on a bike involved a complex interplay of combustion, mechanical motion, cooling, and electrical systems working in harmony to propel the bike forward, systems she knew perfectly. She was a Ravenclaw after all.

A spark of silver bloomed in her hand taking the shape of a key that she put in before twisting making the engine take life.

Without hesitation, without thinking she sped up, the bike speeding up, the world around her becoming a blur.

It was a good thing that the witch had in the destruction she brought cleared a path. Sure, there were still obstacles, familiars and endless mini rivers but it was better than trying to navigate in an urban area at the speed she was moving.

She just needed to reach the edge of the city. She just needed to succeed in doing so and she would be able to escape.

She made the bike drift on its side, a sword passing at the place where she had been standing, crashing against the ground behind her and cresting illuminating sparks.

She didn't try to look behind her. It sounded as if an army of monster, of demons were after her. She could hear the screams of anger of the familiars.

If she looked behind, if she hesitated, it would be the end and this is why she didn't even though she could hear them coming only closer and closer when she must have been going at least at more than 180Km/h.

It meant one thing.

That she needed to go go harder, that she needed to be faster. If the bike couldn’t, she would just have to make sure it could.

She cast a protego around Ashley and her. At least like that, there were less chances of them finishing as blood stains or worse due to what she was going to do.

Hogwarts, the wizarding world hadn’t been her introduction to magic. Video games had been. Video games where you could incarnate different characters, live through a fantasy where she could use light or dark magic to do incredible things.

She had been greatly disappointed when she had realized after searching in Hogwarts’s library and asking teachers that either they didn't exist or they did in other names than the ones in her games.

She loved magic. She loved the wizarding world and everything it gave her, the fact that it allowed her to meet Ashley.

She still felt as if she was limiting herself, as if the magical world was limited. Magic even though it held some logic, some rules was supposed to be magic.

It wasn’t supposed to be an universal rule but the tool instead that allowed you to break and manipulate to your liking the universal rules.

This was what they taught and going against it was foolish at best and dangerous at worse but honestly, what other choice did she have when she could the familiars closing behind her?

What other choice did she have when the city was failing apart more and more each second that passed, when it seemed like a trap enclosing while they were in it?

‘More than that,’ she thought, what was clearly happening around her had probably already broken all the laws of magic.

The impossible was happening around her, menacing, then why could she try to do the same thing too?

A father had always liked to tell her that it was important to take risks even if Finnlay was sure that he wasn’t speaking of those ones.

God, her parents would be horrified if they knew in which situation she had found themselves. She would be too if she was at their place yet she already knew that if she survived, she wouldn’t be telling them.

More than the fact that they would literally take her out of Hogwarts which would make her lose her only ‘friend’, she knew that they would try to act to make the ones responsible pay.

In the muggle world, it would have been something happening swiftly with their connections and money but in the wizarding world where while they were rich were far from being the richest, in the wizarding world where monsters like her teacher existed, this would only be trying to bring a disaster not in the favour of her parents.

This is why she hadn’t tell them about the basilisk in her first year or the dementors and the werewolf teacher in her second or the pure-blood supremacist escapee disguised as their teacher for a while year.

Finnlay took a deep breath before directing her wand at her bike. Either it would work and they would survive, either it wouldn’t and they would die.

Please, she played to whoever would hear her, make this work, don’t make me fail, let me save her at least.

The name of the spell came at the forefront of her mind, one of her favourite in her favourite video game franchise. It was normally a spell intended to work on people but she had to hope that in that case, if it could work in true life that it would work on the bike.

“Haste,” she whispered before a disgusting green crept from her wand to the bike, flowing through every corner, cranny of it liting it Emerald from the inside before the bike flew as if launched by a giant.

They were in the middle of the heavens and the Earth, a green dot in the chaos unfolding. Finnlay could see the distance between the familiars and them increasing, she could see on a corner of one eye people who were still alive trying to keep it that way, she could see how ruined the city looked like, the bloodstains and the gore, hanging guts, floating corpses in mini rivers, pools of red and pink before they began to come back down, falling toward the edge of the city, toward the escape to this suffering she thought before the World stopped making sense as something heavy crashed against them, as she felt something snapped and everything became black.

*scene*

Pain was what awoke Finnlay, pain so terrible that her first reaction waking up was puking and crying.

It felt as if her left leg was on fire but from the inside and if at the same time, it was being devoured by millions of ants that were taking their time doing so.

She tried to move the leg and couldn’t. The only thing that it did was making hurt more. She was scared of what she would found if she looked.

She didn't want to. She just wished this was a nightmare and she would wake up but reality wasn’t so kind. it wasn’t one.

When the girl looked at her left leg, she understood that there were no chances of her succeeding.

How could she think so, how could she even think of deluding herself when her left leg was barely hanging by a thread, when the literally was literally opened and that from it, she was bleeding, abundantly, that the frays of her skirt were literally dyed in her blood?

She should already be dead. She should have died but it seemed she wasn’t even lucky for that. She had failed yet what disappointed her the most wasn’t what awaited her.

She turned to look over her shoulder and her hazel eyes met the blue ones of Ashley. Her eyes seemed exhausted and sad.

God, she fet so exhausted and lightheaded “Hi, sleeping beauty,” she tried to say with a smile, as if everything was alright, as if she wasn’t already dying.

The other girl stayed silent, her eyes losing themselves in the ones of Finnlay as if searching for something.

It would have make the muggleborn blush if she wasn’t literally losing her life essence. She took the silence of the other girl as a sign to continue.

“I tried to make us escape and I had almost succeeded. Dad was right when it said absolute despair was only possible when on the point of reaching what you desired,” she whispered.

“You tried save me when trying to only take care of yourself would have improved your chances Finnlay. This is what any Ravenclaw would have done. This is what I would have done. You're not stupid then why?” the pure-blood girl asked.

“Why?” Finnlay repeated almost as if tasting the word.

Her eyes felt so heavy as she hadn’t slept for days and god only knew how much she wanted to close them.

“Because Ashley is my only true friend.”

She saw how the eyes of the pure-blood witch widen in what seemed to be shock. Finnlay had never told her that before and she wouldn’t have if the situation wasn’t so dire. She had nothing to lose anymore. In any case, she wouldn’t have to live with the possible negative consequences of her words.

She allowed a little smile to bloom on the side of her face “Because I am in love with you Ash,” she confessed as she allowed her eyes to close.

Everything was becoming so colder. She could feel herself slowly losing her senses. She wouldn’t say that she was content, that she was without regret but she was feeling less hopeless than she thought she should have.

“Leave,” she murmured. “Leave and survive Ash.”

Maybe it was an illusion, last signs of comforts of a dying brain like when some saw the light at the end of the tunnel, but Finnlay could have sworn that she felt soft lips against hers as she fell into oblivion.

*scene*

Ashley had always thought that she would live a life without regret, that she would be able to raise as high as she wished to simply because she deserved it.

She had expected that she would have found a wealthy pure-blood husband with the same values her parent saw as primordial, one she tolerated who would only help her in furthering her goals.

Maybe she would have loved him even if it would probably be not the case. That is what she had expected.

She hadn’t expected for things to go out of control so quickly, for them to go so horribly wrong.

She hadn’t expected Finnlay to strap her to her back, to try to save her. She hadn’t expected the girl to truly care about her.

Ashley hadn’t expected Finnlay to love her.

She had only seen Finnlay as a tool, an advantageous one, nothing else, nothing more and as Ashley looked at the paling face of the other girl, she felt regret.

She should be trying to do what the dying Muggleborn girl had asked her to do, leave and survive.

She should be doing the rational and logical thing. She shouldn’t be caring so much. She shouldn’t feel traces of moisture streaming down her face. She shouldn’t feel as if she was hollowed out from the inside.

She should be disgusted. The Muggleborn had told her that she was in love with her, her a pure-blood witch yet she couldn't. Instead she felt longing, instead she felt regret.

Her eyes had shown her that They had fallen on a hill that seemed to be on the border on the city, near the outskirts.

Finnlay didn't know it but she had succeeded. She had brought them to the border of the city. She had saved Ashley.

Rays of moon light pierced through the cloud above to lit up the face of Finnlay. A pointed nose reminiscent of an eagle, light brown hair, freckles just under her eyes, lustrous lashes, a round feminine face that would be cute, pink luscious lips.

For the first time, Ashley truly looked at Finnlay, her friend, not the girl she had used and wanted to use.

For the first time, Ashley truly looked at Finnlay, the girl who was everything her family would have hated, the girl who sacrificed herself for, who gave her life for Ashley.

Ashley looked at the dying body of Finnlay, at the one who showed her the greatest sign of affection and love she ever had in her entire life, self-sacrifice.

Ashley came from a family of Slytherins and Ravenclaws. Nothing was unconditional. Everything was supposed to be paid back in one way or another.

Had it been her mother instead of the muggle-born girl, Ashley couldn’t even affirm that she would have done the same thing.

Maybe had she seen her like this, things would have been different. Maybe in another world where she didn't act like her family conditioned her to, she could have been happy, happy the way she wished for and not the way her education told she was supposed to.

“In the stories, the knight is kissed by the princess after rescuing her. I don’t know what you saw in me. I don’t even know if the force behind my words is grief only or grief and love. I don’t know if what I want to do is right. I was taught this was wrong. I was taught that one of my duties as a pure-blood witch was to bring pure-blood children into this world.”

She cupped softly the side of the head of the other Ravenclaw girl.

“More than that, we're two witches and I… I'm rumbling aren't I? I just wished I knew how you much cared before. You gave your everything for me. How couldn’t I love you?” she whispered before kissing the girl.

She left the kiss half blinded by her tears and the rain. She found her wand and with one cutting charm that sent her dizzy cut through the metal binding the two of them.

Ashley kneeled before placing the head of Finnlay on her knees. She could still see the chest of Finnlay rising slowly and difficultly but surely for now at least. The last thing she could do was to stay with the girl until her last breath.

A voice boomed from the heavens, one Ashley knew.

“I am Luna Lovegood!” the voice said before the World was blinded by silver, azure and purple.

It was for a brief instant yet it felt as if the world was ending. Ashley could feel it in her bones.

The clouds in the sky had opened up and even though it shouldn’t be possible due to the distance separating them, Ashley could clearly see that the speaker was Loony of all people, that Loony was using magic more powerful that any dark lord ever did.

Loony had cut the tip of the horn of Walpurgisnacht, the witch who supposedly could cause the end of the world, who was the reason of all of this, who was the reason why Finnlay was dying. Loony had made the monster stop smiling.

“I am in hell aren’t I?” she whispered to herself.

The next moments only confirmed that when fae-like floating creatures appeared before her.

“We are members of the Wrackspurt division of her Grace, Luna Filia Rias and we are here to heal and protect you,” one of the creatures said before the leg of Finnlay began to heal before her eyes.

Indeed, the world had truly stopped making sense.

*scene*

The light of the moon shone and illuminated the Earth. It was a silver dawn, a literal light in the darkness brought by Walpurgisnacht.

Already, signs that the witch was surely advancing toward a complete rotation could be observed.

The might of the witch which was already great the moment she came to Mihatakara was only increasing.

Where before only the sky of the little Japanese city had fallen under her dominion, my eyes could clearly see her influence like a mauve like wave spreading into the neutral grey of the world and changing it.

Her influence was already covering the islands that composed Japan and spreading further. She powered the dark clouds, making them rage, preparing the world for a scorched Earth and at the same time, they empowered her.

I had only one minute to win, maybe less. Now or never. What I was sure of is that this would be ending soon and I would be damned if I let it end by her victory.

I looked at the witch, at the anger and despair painted on her face and looking at her like that, looking at the one who thought they could destroy with so much impunity, I didn't feel anger.

‘No, I thought,” as I placed my spear/wand before me, as the moon guided me to perfection.

No, I wasn’t angry anymore because I only felt pity.

I fell like a star, the cosmos turning blue and silver around me.

What could be called a snarled bloomed on the face of the witch before the surface of the Earth changed, dark clouds becoming more solid, darker, truly alive growing from the surface of the Earth like a malignant tumor, an alive one I thought as red eyes met mine yet I still felt at ease before this titan-like being.

After all, the moon was on my side. It wasn’t me fighting by myself anymore. The moon was I and I was the moon.

I had given to the celestial body my entire essence, drying myself up, bringing myself what could only be near death, at the border of it.

I had given it my life and in return it gave itself to me. We were forever interlinked, one thing in two, one soul in two bodies.

This is why when a maw full of gales, cruelty and jagged canines probably the size of mountains opened, I didn't fear.

This is why when from it, hundreds, thousands, millions of monsters reminiscent of the familiars of the witch but clearly bigger and more dangerous, my heart didn't jump a beat.

After all, why would I fear when there were only one possible result? Why would I be scared when the only conclusion I saw was victory?

This was nothing but time being bought, an act full of despair, the act of a being who saw the writings on the wall yet wanted to avoid it.

Thousand of spears flew at me trying to skewer me at best and make me slow down at worst.

They broke, shattered into nothing millimeters away from my skin, swallowed by the moonlight under and over my skin.

Dark rays of Arcane shining with the radiance of stars were launched, the dark void of the cosmos replaced by them due to how numerous they were.

An exhale was all it took to become nothing, destruction greedily swallowing them in its endless maw, the image, the memory of a red-haired man smiling at me flashing before my eyes for a brief instant.

Monsters, familiars rushed at me in the hundreds of thousands trying to make me bleed with their darkness, winds and lightning-covered claws.

They swallowed and hid the world away from me surrounding me, trying to blind me. It was an unfortunate thing for them I thought as the tip of my wand/sword became sharper that nothing could be hidden from the moon before my spear danced, its tip not biting into their flesh but into reality’s.

They were not not cut or crushed or destroyed. They were erased, their existences denied. The moon illuminated paths. The moon was also the one reigning when darkness came.

Couldn’t it be said that the moon itself by its presence, by the fact it was both synonymous with light but also darkness hid the flaws, the sins of the world?

It was in the night that most atrocities happened, that most dark deeds were accomplished because the moon unlike the sun favoured both the just and the unjust.

This was this simple concept I had applied on a lower scale with my magic. The dark monster created by Walpurgisnacht would never be able to recreate perfect copies of the familiars I had destroyed.

It would never be able to get back the energy it used into making them because they were hid from the fabric of the world both in the past, present and future which meant that according to the world, they didn't, couldn’t and wouldn’t exist at all.

“You already know it, don't you,” I whispered as she struck again, familiars perishing again in the hundreds of thousands.

I had spoken softly yet I knew the witch could hear simply because no matter the distance separating them, I wished for her to so.

“The end,” I told her as the tip of my wand/spear cut through a cosmic ray the size of Hogwarts.

“All of this is nothing but a play.”

The cosmic ray lost shape as the titan-like monster created by Walpurgisnacht stopped seeing the futility of it.

It roared at me defiantly, stardust and asteroids crumbling to Dust, wings blooming plasma blooming from its back before the sky itself threw itself at me.

I didn't have a clock yet I knew only 30 seconds had passed, millions of kilometres crossed in less than 20 heartbeats.

I pointed my wand/spear at the coming threat, at a monster with all the attributes of the sky and Walpurgisnacht had created while she wasn’t at her full power yet.

The monster was the sky and this is why it would lose as it cocked back a claw covered in celestial elements and arcane.

After all, how could the vastness of the sky encompass the moon when she stood so much beyond and above it?

The words, the sorcerous ones were spoken by the moon and I together.

“Azur comet,” we whispered together and a blue comet came to life.

Walpurgisnacht’s monster launch a punch against it and for a moment, the comet was the one to stop.

It was incredible but incredible things weren’t always meant to last I thought as I gathered in myself the essence of the moon, the primeval current from which came the life of the stars before I pushed more of it into the spell and the monster broke.

It pierced through the center of it like a spear, eating at its dark flesh, digging through it before coming from the other side, the comet continuing its fall, turning the world azure toward Walpurgisnacht.

If the witch had eyes, I'm sure they would have widened in shock. Winds, lightning and other elements tried to stop my blue sorcery but the insight the moon had given me when we became one made sure that I knew that as long as I poured energy into it the comet, it wouldn’t stop.

Finally realizing that there were no chance of her ever stopping my magic, the witch tried to dodge.

It was honestly the right decision to take. My insight had let me know that one of the only disadvantages of the Azure Comet was the fact that while cast, the sorcerer moving would disrupt it which meant that as long as the witch dodged, she was good at least if I didn't chose to fire again immediately after.

I watched as my comet cleaved through the right side of the witch. Like I had expected, it wouldn’t be a clean shot but it still didn't change that the witch was on the verge of Death.

Ten seconds I mused internally. Only ten seconds before Walpurgisnacht finishes rotating.

It was honestly the only thing that could possibly save her now with how she now looked.

My comet had swallowed the left side of her face. It had also removed one of her horns completely with one arm.

Her dress looked on one side as if it was on the point of falling apart by itself. Truth be told, Walpurgisnacht, the witch of the end looked pathetic.

“You never had a chance,” I whispered as the seconds continued to tickle down, as I sped up through the hole I made left in the cracking form of the titan-like monster.

Five seconds. There were only five seconds remaining I thought pouring magic into my spear/wand until it began to glow.

“But you already know this, don’t you Walpurgisnacht,” I asked her.

I could feel her despair, her frantically to gain more time. There were only four seconds remaining.

Something fell behind me faster than I could react to, faster than the moon could keep focus on and pain blinded me. I felt myself began to fall, the world blurry to my senses, the witch above with what could be deemed a smile before I crashed into the Earth crust. When I opened up back my eyes, it was to a fully rotated Walpurgisnacht and a burning world. I had failed.

“Yet you're still fighting, struggling,” I told her as I tightened my grip on my spear/wand and instead of pushing forward, I chose to push its head behind me. There were only three seconds remaining.

The tip of my wand/spear met lightning, greater than everything she ever had launched before. I could feel in remnants of the presence of her titan-like monster and the smell of another celestial body.

The witch had known that her monster would have been of no help against me so if she had instead created it to slow down with mini versions of it first and by and used it as an arrow in my back.

She had also used the storms easily available at the surface of Jupiter to give more of a kick to it.

It wasn’t a bad plan. The attack had been a very fast one, a physic breaking one thanks to her magic one I shouldn’t have been able to stop especially without seeing it coming.

Even though, it wouldn’t have killed me, it should have wounded me. It should have made me lose enough time, give her three seconds, the three seconds between her and her survival.

“It was well-played. It worked you know,” I spoke as the lightning behind me shattered with a world-agonizing sound that couldn’t have not been heard by any living being.

I reversed the grip I had on my spear/wand raising it above my head.

The fear of failure I had felt at the beginning, of failing those people, my mother, all those doubts, they were all gone now.

How could they stay when I could see everything so clearly? A lack of people except in the city Walpurgisnacht had attacked. The memories of the moon who was too young, younger than I when it should have been the contrary. The difference when it came meta physically between my classmates and the people of this city.

Those people may be of flesh. They may be showing hatred, fear, hope, joy. They may have long-lived memories but all of those things were false.

Those people unlike my classmates lacked souls. The new eyes I had gained when my mom changed me and the improvements and the new scope given by the moon made sure that I could look, read deeper than the flesh even if it was a superficial one.

What the people, the living being in this city had weren’t souls but sparks of energy the same colour than the scarlet of my mother.

The moment I had looked from above after merging with the moon, I had seen some threads of the same colour, touch.

If I focused now, I could almost see them everywhere around me hidden between the cracks of the world.

When I looked at Walpurgisnacht, I saw the same spark, my mother’s spark inside of her.

Innocents were never truly in dangers. Lives were never truly menaced and I was glad I hadn’t doubted my mother.

This world, the people inside of it, Walpurgisnacht, they were more human-looking dolls, drawings than anything else following the directive they were given at their creation.

In the end, It could be said that everything around me had been created for me, to make me better, stronger, more confident. There were still ambers of Loony Lovegood at the beginning of the class but now, she was completely gone.

I wasn’t the insane little girl who had been bullied anymore. There were two seconds remaining.

The words came to me almost whispered yet I knew they would be heard by everyone “I am Luna Lovegood, daughter of Rias, Empyrean of the moon and may you find rest.”

One second remaining

A snarl was the answer of the witch but I had honestly expected nothing else I mused before my wand/spear went down and the world was consumed by Azure and silver.