-Act 1-
-Lies-
With the start of round 3, Amelia started by releasing a huge sigh. This had been just about enough for her and she was about ready to have a break. She rested with her back to a tree and closed her eyes. "Not long now, huh?"
Henry tilted his head in confusion from his perch on a low branch.
"He said this was the penultimate fight, so that's the second to last one. So all we have to do is beat this last guy and we're in the final. Then once we win we can stop this tournament from ever happening again. And then we can get our gold!" She smiled genuinely, from actual happiness, for what was the first time since starting in the war. Just remembering the promised gold had put her back in a happy mood.
He rolled his little button eyes; Amelia could be so naive. However, she was right that there were only a few more fights left to the final. If only they were able to survive for that long. He jumped down from the branch and landed on the brim of Amelia's hat before they set off along a beaten track of moss and tree roots.
It wasn't long before Amelia had made it to a clearing, made distinct from the rest of this seemingly endless forest by a fighter, sitting with a wistful yet inhumane look about her. She had not been here for long and was currently running her fingers through the air, seeing which movement would best influence the environment to bring the harmony to a proper crescendo.
Henry jumped down from his place on the hat, thinking it best to surprise the opponent later. He scurried off and clambered up a tree, sitting himself down on a semi-low branch.
Eurania stopped suddenly. As she sensed her little opponent coming closer, she turned her eyes toward the challenger. She locked eyes with Amelia, only needing a second's glance to chill the little girl with that subhuman stare.
"You are here to destroy me too." The woman, if indeed a woman Amelia's crystalline opponent could be called, turned her gaze away.
"I know you are going to try. As much as you pretend otherwise, everything about you sings of the intent. Worst of all, you think you're doing it for a good purpose. How wrong you are..."
Amelia stopped her approach, favouring a slow, circular path on the outermost edge of the clearing.
"You misunderstand so much. You have no idea what you have been meddled up in. This is no tournament as you have known it. There are things at work that are beyond your comprehension." Eurania raised herself from the rock in the centre of the clearing,
"You knew death far too early but you came to terms with it quickly for one so young. However, your reasoning to absolve yourself is based on lies and deceit. You go on to kill again for the amusement of no one but yourself and for the false promises of wealth; no lie in the world could make you seem otherwise."
"That?s not true..." Amelia looked up at the humanoid with a blankness frozen on her face. She came to a stop in front of Eurania's place upon the rock.
"Is that so?" Eurania turned her head slightly, perhaps in contemplation. The gears of her mind were working at a response,
"What makes you say that? What are you fighting for if not for your own selfishness and blind greed?"
A few seconds of total tranquil silence went by. Amelia didn't struggle to find an answer because she knew it already. "To stop the war."
"That is your means to an end. And that end is money. You can't hide that about yourself. Regardless of your lies or your means, you will always be chasing gold."
"Fine, so what I'm looking for gold? Does it even matter why I'm fighting?"
"It does. Because you've been fighting for a reason that is wrong. False. Complete fantasy... There is no gold," the bewildering subhuman voice spoke,
"There never was."
The words were nothing from this machine; they were inhuman and insincere words that Amelia could only see as calculated lies.
"All that awaits you is death. You have been dragged into a game that is far above you. Only one of us can advance and if you do not concede, I will have to use force to ensure my place in the next round."
Amelia shook her head. She refused the truth, instead clinging on to the fictional gold. That was what she was always going to do and Eurania could tell that about her from the very moment they had traded that first glance.
"No. Not going to. I'm going to win whether you want me to or not. And then the gold's gonna be mine." Amelia readied her staff and a red light pulsed upon it's tip.
"I had hoped you would listen to reason. Such a pity." Eurania raised her hands, ready to begin the fight proper.
A deep howl tore the two away from their conversation as they felt a rush of earth beneath them. Amelia's eyes shot in each direction, attempting a search for her dear Henry before she would budge a single inch. He wasn't here! Her gaze shot back to the rock and she saw her opponent fleeing away into the endless forest.
"HENRY!" Her shriek rang out high above the cracking of earth for a second.
Land was shifting and grating and jutting upwards at unreal angles within only a few seconds. It cracked beneath her feet just as she raised herself from the ground. She continued her search from higher up, hoping for even a glimpse of her furred companion. But not even her opponent was in sight anymore. Amelia was alone here as the disaster raged below her.
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-Act 2-
-Amelia Alone-
The quake stopped after tearing across the battlefield for several minutes. For the fighters it must have felt like days.
The young witch dropped to the ground and took a slow, sweeping look around. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to be doing at first. It was a bit like a game they had played; Henry would hide somewhere and she would have to find him. And usually she would have found him in some familiar side street or under a blanket in a shop but now... she was trying not to lose herself in what had just taken place.
"Henry...?"
No reply. Barely a sound as wind rattled through the torn battleground. All that remained here was the little witch.
She hadn't won yet either. she knew that if her opponent had perished in the earthquake that she would have left this place already. Instead she was still here and so to were her foe and her companion. She just had to look for them.
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-Act 3-
-Henry versus Eurania-
Henry had left the earthquake far behind him in pursuit of the enemy. She had started running just before the earthquake hit and now Henry was chasing as quickly as he could. With every jump he fired a shot, sending tree bark or broken earth flying away in scorched chunks as he missed his opponent. He was surprisingly fast for one so small and he was almost sure that he was getting nearer to the crystalline woman. He just needed a few more leaps.
He hurtled from his branch, bursting into flame and charging into the running foe. Eurania tumbled to the side and tried her best to remain in control of her movements but quickly Henry was able to shoot her foot and send her falling to the ground.
As she raised herself from the floor, dusting away flecks of dirt from herself, she looked to the creature that had pushed her. He was small, fluffy and armed with a hand-cannon that was pointed directly into her forehead. She didn't move until she was sure that the creature was fully aware of what she was intending.
"You have no idea what you're doing. This fight dictates things greater than all of creation and your rash actions would condemn them as the playthings of a naive child. You know as well as I do that such a fate would be worse than leaving reality itself to all of the other madmen populating this tournament."
Henry, devoid of words when so far from his other, only sought to listen. Sadly, he knew she was right. Amelia wasn't going to be able to do anything if she won. It actually hurt him a little to admit that she had only lasted this long because she had been metaphorically dragged kicking and screaming through the round before. And now it seemed that the only way she would get through this one was by his paw...
He lowered the gun.
"I see that you are more logical than the girl you follow." She raised herself into a crouch so that she still remained able to speak to Henry, roughly eye-to-eye.
"But that makes you no less blind. You know that she will end up failing at some point. It is only made worse that you ignore that fact and instead help her continue. She doesn't understand just how important this is and, in her naivety, she will remove it. She can not be allowed to do so. You have to make her come here."
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-Act 4-
-Aria of Flame-
Amelia paced slowly along the ruined, uprooted forest path, turning her head this way and that in a disbelieving search for Henry. And if she found Eurania too, it would be a bonus.
Her heart sank deeper in her chest with every step, the hope for finding her companion going with it. What if she didn't ever find him? What if she had to continue on without him? These thoughts swam foremost in her mind, leaving her less and less sure as she scanned the environment.
In this forest, everywhere looked the same. It was all uprooted trees and dust on a semi-present breeze as far as she could see without a single other sight to give her a bearing. She'd been wandering for roughly five minutes. Finally she shrank to her knees, giving up with her vague attempts at finding Henry and Eurania. She laid down on the ground, closing her eyes and sighing. All she could do was wait now until the earthquake came again... It wouldn't be long.
A shot rang out and she wrenched her eyes open. That must have come from close by! She knew it, Henry must have found that woman! She pushed herself up from the floor, starting into a sprint and bringing her staff to readiness; Henry sounded as if he'd need help.
She ran in the direction of the shot, sure that she would now be on her way to defeating her enemy. Surely she found herself in an area of the forest in which her furred companion stood alone.
She looked around, unsure of the situation, before Henry pointed off behind her. She swung around, blasting fire from the end of her staff and scorching a patch of earth... It was a predictable assault that Eurania had been able to avoid with ease. Again and again she fired volleys of magic of every element she could think of until eventually she had screamed her lungs to breathlessness.
"That is precisely why you must not be allowed to win this tournament!" Eurania stumbled to a stop. "You fire first and think second, you refuse to accept the truth unless it suits you. These elements of your nature make you the very worst choice for this position of power over creation itself and yet you continue to push forwards, refusing to understand what it is you are doing! Without the other one here you would have easily been overpowered and killed by this point."
"I..."
"But then... He hasn't killed anyone. You've killed people to get here, despite how adverse you pretend to be to such violence. You destroy everything you touch. And if you reach any position of power over creation you will only manage to squander it. Whether you mean to or not, you're going to destroy things."
"I... I'm not..."
"Just because you use this war as a means to an end does not absolve you. You kill and destroy. Everything you do results in destruction and your efforts after this war will be no different. It would be best to end it all here."
"
Shut up!" Amelia dropped her staff and fell to her knees, scratching at her head in a failing attempt to get the stinging chords out of her head, "
Shutupshutupshutup!! Won't listen!"
"You can end it and let me continue on. You have to die. For the sake of everyone and everything, you have to die."
It was too much! She felt like the inside of her head was exploding with fire and all she could was scream and cry and bawl because it was so much more than she could cope with.
The sound in Amelia's ears ceased and the flames in her head died in an instant. She looked up at Eurania, not knowing what had just happened to cause the pain to stop.
"Henry!" He'd thrown himself at Eurania to split her attention. Amelia took the split second chance and grasped her staff, pushing it to an attack.
Eurania's crystal body shattered into a thousand glittering shards as the metal staff found its way into her stomach. She staggered backwards from her attacker, the little girl barely old enough to understand what she was doing, and she could make no noise. The lucid harmony she so adored broke down before her eyes as the witch tore the staff upwards with both hands. Crystal gears and shining sinuous threads tore as the staff passed through Eurania's head. Processes stopped and blackness invaded.
Amelia had triumphed.
So what she had to have Henry's help? She would have it no other way.