The Daughters

Right where they stood, the culmination of all their struggles and efforts was born. The moment Malice's head dropped to the ground with her eyes wide in shock, lips apart.

It was the thing that they aimed for as they entered the battlefield. It was a victory.

"It's over," Elliot whispered, feeling the rage of pain that his body took from all the toll of his actions. He fell to his knees, sword falling from his fingertips. "We killed Malice. Her reign is over."

Irus smirked, igniting himself with a black flame, and launched a cloud of darkness into the sky. Elliot watched as his friend formed a giant broken crown with his cloud- signifying the end of Malice.

"It's done." Connor laughed, dropping to the ground as Malice's clone disappeared. Ed ran up to him, tackling the other boy as Hope followed.

"We won!" Hope cheered. "Malice is finally dead!"