She would not yield it.
Light flowed through the Lock, fracturing
like a prism, shooting to all those infinite
doorways.
Closing and sealing and shutting. An
archway to everywhere now sealing.
They would not destroy her. They would
not be allowed to take this.
Come back to me.
More and more and more, Mala’s last
power funneling out of her and into the Lock.
They would not win. They couldn’t take it
—couldn’t have her.
She refused.
She was screaming now. Screaming and
roaring her defiance.
A beam of light shot to the archway behind
her. Beginning to seal it, too.
She would live. She would live, and they
could all go to hell.
lily
(lily)
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