Winx: This is just a short, sad little... something... that I thought up... Nothing belongs to me.
What the hell is that idiot thinking? He's a replica himself; he'll disappear with the others if he stays here. "Replicas! I am the one who will die with you! Come!" I yell, ignoring dreck and his cronies. But it seems he isn't going to give up. He runs toward me and grabs the Sword of Lorelei, pushing me away. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I ask. He manages to push me away, and that damn Necromancer grabs me before I can get back over to him.
"Give me your lives! I'm going with you!" the replica yells, stabbing the Sword of Lorelei into the ground to steady himself as he begins gathering fonons. Tear calls out his name and starts to run forward, but Guy grabs her. As the replica's hyperresonance starts to draw in the miasma, I stop fighting. It's too late now. The recoil from the hyperresonance will definitely kill him. It won't do us any good for the both of us to be dead.
But then the replica collapses, and the fonons start dispersing. "The Seventh Fonons are dispersing!" Jade says. "This isn't good. At this rate, the miasma won't be neutralized."
What the hell did that idiot do wrong this time? First he fails to get the Jewel, and now…
The Jewel!
"Damn it! It's the Jewel! It's power to disperse is interfering! How stupid can that replica be?" I yell in frustration, running forward to grab the Sword's hilt.
"Asch?!" Luke cries in surprise. I glare at him.
"Don't get me wrong. I have no intention of dying with you. I'm just going to give your hyperresonance a boost," I tell him, opening my fon slots and letting my own hyperresonance join his. Through the connection we share, I can feel every emotion raging through him, hear his every thought…
I black out before I can fully identify the feeling that crashes over me when he pushes one last desperate message toward me.
When I come to again, I find myself staring at something red. When I realize how quickly that red is disappearing, I sit up. Luke is still standing there, next to the replica of Guy's sister, but they are vanishing fast. I hear Natalia and Guy promise a safe refuge for the hundreds of replicas still roaming about before the young woman disappears completely.
Luke lingers for just a moment longer to look at me, and the love and hope in his eyes is the last I see of him.
I'm still trying not to choke on the emotions and thoughts that were Luke's last message to me as I stand. I pick up the Sword of Lorelei and stick it back in my sheath before leaning over to grab the Jewel.
Finally managing to push Luke to the back of my mind, I turn to look at the others. Natalia and Tear are both crying silently, while Guy tries to give them what little support he can manage. I'm mildly surprised to find that even Jade's eyes are watering.
"That idiot…" Tear mutters, wiping away her tears only for more to fall. I sigh and approach her, a lump forming in my throat. She looks up at me when I get close, and I have to look away to hold back tears of my own.
"Here… It'll be safer if the Jewel and Sword stay separate," I say. My words sound forced, even to me, but Tear takes the Jewel quietly.
"What happened anyway?" Anise asks, drying her cheeks. "Why did the Seventh Fonons start dissipating?" I scowl, irritation at the idiot finally overpowering that annoying sense of loss.
"That idiot received the Jewel just fine. He just happened to take the fonons that composed it into his body. He was so stupid that he didn't realize it until his fonons started separating," I tell them, heading for the elevator.
"Wait, Asch!" Natalia cries out. I stop and look over my shoulder. "Be careful…" she says. I can tell that it isn't what she wants to say, but for now, it's all she can get out. I turn away and close my eyes.
"I will," I promise her. Then the elevator starts dropping and I sigh. The miasma may be gone, but without the replica, things are only going to get harder from here on out.
Winx: There are actually two more parts to this... If you guys want to read them, drop me a hint, otherwise I'm not going to bother typing them up. It may be poorly-written, but it had me in tears...