3rd POV
Margo asks her friend Milo to tell her sister she loves her, a single tear falling before collapsing the tunnels as soldiers begin arriving.
Milo pushes Nikolas ahead by reminding him of his children who are waiting with his mother and that there is nothing they can do as Margo made her choice and collapsed the tunnels and he has already sealed the access doors.
Nikolas tells Cora of Milo sealing the doors behind him, leaving left her sister, his aunt, for dead. "I understand perfectly." She says staring him down. "You left my sister to die, Councilman Milos."
"That is uncalled for, Elder Summers." She took a step towards him.
"Tell me Councilman what have you ever sacrificed for our people?" she moves back and orders her son and daughter-in-law to grab their seats with her granddaughters before looking back at him before boarding. "You have given our people nothing. No not no thing you and your fellow coucilmen brought us war and death all because you would not listen when we warned you. We told you they were not ready to know of us. We warned you of the consequences of giving them what was effectively an all-access pass to our records. But did you ever heed a word? No, you were to busy wanting to share and use the very gifts bestowed upon us for your own uses. All that has happened can be laid at your feet."
"That is not fair, Elder! I am not the only one on the council."
"No, you aren't but you are the one that wrote, pushed and instated the law. Oh, and let's not forget how you deliberately went out of your way to ensure that no Elder would be able to stop you or your followers by activating magics you had no rite to use. Now you are the last of the Grand Witches Council while we few Elders that remained prepared for the doom that was sure to follow your actions. How fortunate that our planning was mostly completed as we began preparing the moment your plans were brought forth."
The train doors close behind her as she steps in.
The train was being followed by a plane. As she looked around she could see the fear of her people but more importantly was her two granddaughters who were wrapped in their parents' arms. Beautiful Clara Jean already a teenager and sweet Emily Rose who held tightly to her stuffed monkey, Mr. Chip. Nikolas was the only child still remaining as her youngest and third child Cyrus had been killed in one of the first air raids, and their sister, her only girl, Genesis had passed as an infant due to birth complications.
Her power levels were second only to her sister and that had more to do with Margo's spell and rituals then their actual magical potentials. She knew Margo would have been furious for the thought that came into her mind but she knew it may be the only way. She knew what she had to do. She only hoped her son would forgive her. She squared her shoulders and walked to him and his family pressing kisses to each of their foreheads, Nikolas being last. He knew something was wrong the moment he looked into her eyes. "Mother?"
"I am so proud of the man you've become." Her hands at either of his cheeks. "And so would your father." The thought of William Summers pulled at her heart strings and as she looked at his very replica though with her eyes she could not help the tears that welled up. "I have to do this. I love you, never forget that."
"No." He looked at her as she pulled away from him, standing tall.
"You take care of my grandbabies and Mina you take care of my boy." Her daughter-in-law understood as she nodded unable to speak.
"Mom. . ." He tried to stop her as she cast the intangibility spell, which allowed her to phase through the train. "MOM!"
"We'll meet again, someday." She pressed a kiss to her fingers and waved as she watched as the view of her family became a blur before turning around to see the incoming bombers. She wipes away her tears and steadies her breath drawing the energy from not only within her but the earth below. "They'll be safe after this. They're only minutes from safety."
The magic begins gathering at her palms and soon enough within seconds it covers her body. She pulls inward condensing it within her body knowing there will be no going back. Once released it will take out everything in front of her for miles before collapsing back in on herself. She allows the power to build up only slightly more wanting to ensure she won't miss a single plane especially should there be any further back and she releases it. Energy explodes out of her into the sky and her surroundings. Trees that have withstood centuries, falling. The engines of the planes exploding, sending them hurtling towards the ground. And then it comes hurtling back at her.
Her death couldn't have taken more then a second at the most and yet it felt so much longer. It was excruciating. The force blew back into her, ripping the flesh and muscle from her bones.
A/N: This is a story I will be working on sporadically and posting to randomly unless it becomes a major focus for me. Question though: Should I find a way to save Jake Griffin?