I do not own Magic Knights.
This story was inspired by my frank and apparent dislike of the actual ending of MKR. No one actually got with anyone else (except Caldina) and even if they had, I wasn't too thrilled with the pairings. So I wrote my own ending.
There's a lot of scenes that technically should have happened before the time in which this story is set (which is near the end of the series, although not in any specific timeframe). There are a couple of discrepancies: they are only there to serve my plot. Anything that doesn't make sense, just ask me. I'm pretty good at having answers...or coming up with something that sounds good, anyway. : )
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The war over Cephiro is drawing steadily closer to an end. Both the forces of desperate Cephiro and dark Debonair are clashed in a seemingly hopeless battle. As the power of Cephiro wanes under the overwhelming strength of Debonair, all those who love their land are looking desperately for the light at the end of the tunnel.
For Denique Iubar.
For the Last Light.
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She looked up, her red hair flying in front of her face, obscuring her vision. All around her, black.
Teeheehee!
She stood quickly then, staring around herself wildly, searching out the source of the voice in the darkness surrounding her.
I see you, Hikaru!
Hikaru stopped her frantic movements.
"Nova!" she shouted, "Come out! Let me talk to you!"
Uh-uh-uh! the voice admonished, not yet! Debonair Mama says not yet!
Hikaru whipped around to where she heard the sound coming from.
"Nova, listen! You have to stop! Stop killing my most important friends!"
The voice laughed.
Hikaru! You're so cute! I will kill all your friends so Hikaru will only play with me. I'll kill them all for you, cute Hikaru!
"No! That's not what I want! Nova, please!"
Still she did not appear. Hikaru waited, pleading, her voice on the edge of tears.
"Nova, I love my friends. I don't want them to die!"
But only girlish laughter answered her. Hikaru's hands clenched, her heart beating too fast in anger and fear, somehow knowing that though she dreamed, it was real. She knew if she could just get through, she would make Nova understand, and stop fighting. She knew she could. She had to. She lowered her tone to something resembling calm.
"Listen, Nova. I need you to talk to me. I need you to let my friends go!"
The voice giggled again.
Okay. Debonair Mama says we can talk now. Let's play, Hikaru!
And then a flash of light overwhelmed the red-haired girl, and she blinked back against it, and then she awoke, gasping, in her own bed.
For a moment, she sat there, panting, pulling herself together. Then she leaned back against the headboard of the bed tiredly, sorting out the various images from her last dream. Why would Nova not understand?
Hikaru felt a breeze behind her. She turned. Pink hair, flowing to her feet, surrounded young black eyes, now narrowed in something like happiness.
"Let's play, Hikaru!"
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