Voldemort's deep snicker echoed, "You're in your own mind, child. This is where you're most vulnerable. This is where you're gonna be mine."
"My own mind?" Elora whispered, "That's impossible."
"It's possible. Anything's possible, you should know that by now." Voldemort hissed, "Now child. We fight!"
Before Elora could say anything more Voldemort sent a beam of black light (I know it isn't possible to have 'black light', but it's just a description) towards her. The beam hit her, winding her as she crashed to the floor.
Voldemort laughed, "You can't win. As long as there is a part of me inside of you, I can control all this easy. Girl, you're no match for me. Give up! Then maybe you'll live."
Elora moaned and got to her feet, "No."
"What was that?" Voldemort hissed.
Elora turned her head; her eyes narrowed slightly, and growled "I said NO!"
"Then you shall die." Voldemort said while sending another shot towards Elora.
Elora quickly lay a counter-attack; Her arms extended forward, the Fire Guard on her wrist glowing furiously. The fire beam she sent hit Voldemort's shadow beam dead on.
Voldemort growled; "Make this easy on yourself, girl!"
"Why should I?" Elora responded, "What's your plan? What do you want with us?"
"You're vital to my plan," Voldemort started, "I need all the Elemental Guardians to take over the world. The elements are what control the world, if I can control them, then the world will be mine. But you child, you are the Fire Guardian. You're the center of everything."
"So you decided to take over my body?" Elora sneered, "Taking over the body of an innocent girl isn't what I would have expected from the great Voldemort."
Voldemort smirked, "I expected the Fire Guardian to be a man. I was shocked to find that you were a girl, the first moment you entered the Maze. I've been watching you and Potter. I sent your own reflections after you."
"Cute trick. Having the Shadow Guardian's powers means that you can control shadows. But you know what? There's one shadow you can't control!" Elora sneered.
"Which would that be?" Voldemort said, while his beam overcame Elora's by inches.
"MINE!" Elora shouted, her beam turning into a dragon's head, growing stronger and overpowering Voldemort's beam. Elora's beam neared Voldemort's position, but it passed right through him.
Voldemort stood with his arms folded across his chest, he snickered; "I underestimate you."
"What?" Elora exclaimed, "Why didn't it work?"
"While I kept you busy with our little fight I dug deeper into your mind. I found the part of me hidden deep within you, and it's growing." Voldemort's evil laugh rang through her head.
Elora shook her head, "No! It can't be!" Then Elora was once again bound by a black mass.
Voldemort walked up to her and wiped the tears from her face, "No one can save you now."
"Hang in there Elora." Harry said while watching the staring contest between Elora and Voldemort-in-Gaelen.
Soon the black ropes around Elora disappeared. Both Voldemort-in-Gaelen and Elora fell to their knees.
"Elora?" Harry asked, "Are you alright?"
Elora lifted turned her head to Harry and extending her arm towards him, forced Harry was back against the wall with a black of fire surrounded by a black gas.
"She's gone, Potter", came Elora's voice deepened with that of Voldemort's, "Now my plan can come to an end."
Continued: Chapter 20 - The Prophecy