Disclaimer: I don't own Howl's Moving Castle, but I would be ecstatic if I did!
Here's what I made up: Kyria, Loren, Naro
She reappeared back in her castle in another whirlwind of feathers. It was a special transportation spell, one that only worked for one with wings.
Kyria collapsed into her chair, breathing heavily. That particular spell took a lot out of an elf.
Howl and Sophie came into the room, led by Loren.
Kyria smiled tiredly, "Are you two okay?" They nodded.
Howl stepped forwards, "Why did you come after me?"
The elf sighed, "Do you remember the feeling you got the first time you cast a spell?" Howl nodded.
Kyria smiled, "I remember it, too. Once a witch or wizard casts that first spell, the magic becomes a part of them. Taking it away is like losing an old friend. No one deserves that kind of torture."
Howl looked down, "Like what you went through when my castle stepped on Naro? Now I know how you felt. I only felt the beginnings of it in the palace when I realized I couldn't get away, and that was torture in itself. I cannot imagine what you must have gone through, losing a friend that way. All I can do now is say I'm sorry. I understand if you want revenge, or if you hate me forever."
Kyria stared at him, unsure of what to say. A slow smile turned the corners of her mouth up. "Go."
Howl started in surprise, "What?"
The elf's smile was full now, "Go. You've proven to me that you've changed." She extended her hand, "In fact, I would like to consider us friends."
Howl shook the elf's hand, "Friends."
Kyria nodded decisively, "Would you rather teleport or fly home?"
The wizard grinned, "I'd rather teleport. I want to check on Markl and Calcifer as quickly as possible."
Kyria rolled up her sleeves and made a wide gesture. There was a flash of bright light.
Howl and Sophie were going home.
