Alright, sorry to stop last chapter in the middle of action, so here's the climax of the story, namely the fight between the good guys and the bad guy! I hope it's to y'all's liking!

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With a gleam in his eye, he went with his gut intuition and aimed his power at the small puddle of purple potion that lay on the ground from before. The thick liquid rose into the air and flew right into Xernevod's mouth as he laughed. The laughter stopped and quickly changed into cries of pain.

The three brothers stepped back as Xernevod's body began to convulse violently, the potion quickly taking effect. Finally, he disappeared in a great explosion that illuminated the entire room. The Gem of Legend fell onto the ground, unharmed, but no longer glowing green. In fact, it didn't appear to be any particular color. Its energy was colorless. Matthew went and picked it up. Upon contact, the Gem took on a soft white glow.

"That was anticlimactic," Wesley commented. "What's with the Gem?"

"Mood ring?" Matthew asked as he suddenly remembered something. "Oh my God, the Millers!"

They ran over to Derrick and Charity. James checked Derrick's pulse; it was nonexistent.

"There's no pulse," James announced with a somber expression.

"She's got one," Matthew said, holding Charity's arm, "but it's not too strong."

"We don't know where George went," Wesley said, looking around the area for any signs of the young boy. "What are we gonna say to Marcia?"

"I don't know," Matthew said, "but I just wish we could have a happy ending for once."

"I have an idea!" Wesley shouted triumphantly, grabbing the Gem from Matthew. "If this thing is supposed to enhance people's powers, why can't we get Charity to use it? With her healing powers boosted, she might be able to fix all of this."

"Great idea, homeboy," Matthew said as he rubbed his chin. "That just might work."

James and Matthew gently shook Charity for a few minutes until she finally regained consciousness. However, upon waking, she immediately broke into tears as the events from earlier came flooding back into her mind. Her inconsolable cries of loss echoed through the room, reaching out and touching each of the three brothers.

"They're gone," she whispered between long sobs. "My family is gone."

Wesley walked over to her and put his free hand on her shoulder. He looked into her eyes and saw right through to her empty soul. Tears welled up in his own eyes, but he managed to drive them back and maintain focus. He held the Gem out in front of her. Its presence somehow compelled her to reduce her cries into quieter sniffles as she stared at it longingly.

"I know how you're feeling," Wesley said softly, "but I have an idea, one that might be able to fix everything that's happened. Your healing power…"

"Doesn't bring back the dead," Charity responded despondently. "It's no good to me now."

"That's not true," Matthew said, joining Wesley. "Your power is what we all need right now. We know that our emotions affect our powers, right? We think that the Gem can magnify your powers enough for you to be able to bring back your family."

"You…you mean…" she stuttered.

"It's worth a try," James added. "Just focus. Give her the Gem."

Wesley handed Charity the Gem of Legend. The moment she took it, the color changed into a vibrant pink. Something about the Gem instilled hope into her mind, a general assurance that everything would turn out okay, no matter what happened from that point on. She stood to her feet and walked over to her husband's body. With the Gem in one hand, she uttered a quiet prayer and held her other hand over Derrick's chest. At first, nothing happened, but her newfound determination sparked a brilliant flash of pink light that covered the entire room in a pinkish hue. The energy emanating from her hand bathed Derrick's body. Suddenly, as if the wind had been knocked into him, Derrick inhaled deeply and threw his body upright, breathing heavily. Charity's eyes immediately lit up with joy as Derrick's face carried one of confusion.

"What…where…why?" he uttered as Charity smothered him in hugs and kisses.

"Oh, thank God!" she exclaimed. "It-all-happened-so-fast-and-I-didn't-know-what-to-do-and…"

"Slow down," Derrick said, hugging his wife, "and tell me what's going on."

"I'm sorry," she said, slowing her speech down to a comprehendible speed. "He killed you and then George and I was just so…GEORGE!"

She looked around frantically, suddenly letting go of Derrick. Remembering what Xernevod had done to her son, she fell to the floor, looking for any traces of George, but none existed. A terrified look fell upon her face as Derrick and the Complete looked on.

"You can do it," Wesley reminded her. "Just concentrate."

She nodded and looked deep into the pink Gem. She held it out in front of her and focused her mind on one thing and one thing only: her son standing in front of her, alive. She closed her eyes and created a mental image of what she wanted to happen, what she demanded to happen. Without opening her eyes, she imagined the image in her mind turning into reality.

Meanwhile, Derrick and the three brothers saw the Gem burst forth with pink light for a second time. This time, however, instead of the light concentrating itself into one area, it spread through the room. Tiny specks of light began to appear and flicker everywhere. As the seconds passed, the specks slowly migrated into the space in front of Charity, merging into each other. Charity slowly opened her eyes as a voice inside her head signaled her to do so. The lights combined into a silhouette of a young boy, filling Charity's heart with joy. As with Derrick, the silhouette suddenly inhaled sharply and George stood there, holding his stomach. Charity grabbed him, not even giving him a chance to speak. The next few minutes were spent in complete silence as Charity held her husband and her son tightly; she never wanted to let them go again.

Wesley and his brothers smiled at the miraculous reunion. James, in a feeling of elation, grabbed both his brothers by the necks and pulled them into a loving headlock, much to their dismay.