Chapter Thirty-One: The End?

Piper, Phoebe, Paige, Billie, and Taylor were meditating at their set spots on the equatorial line, each standing above a Cross of Hosea carefully designed with the same crystals that held The Source in check – a multiplication charm had been cast a few times to get the right amount of pyrate stones. The same went for Wyatt and Amos, both standing on each of the poles – the sole difference being that both boys were magically cold-proofed and that the toddler was held up in Ava's arms.

All around, the new, evil witches were gathering, along with demons and warlocks. As one, they fired: balls of all sorts – fire, energy, water, and a whole lot more – bolts of electricity, rocks, every magical attack possible was hurled at The Charmed Ones and their acolytes.

None hit home. All were repelled by the activation of the Crosses, which gleamed white and cast themselves upwards, shielding the benevolent witches. That, it seemed, awoke them. They opened their eyes, which mirrored the pureness of the light that protected them. At once, as if like clocks adjusted at the exact same time, their lips parted and they began their chant.

"Destiny drifting, magic gifts in human shells,
All of it driving the world right to hell -"

The ray the crystals were emanating (a giant, white replica of the Cross) amplified and reached the sky.

The demons, seeing this, all left knowing their destiny was endangered. But the warlocks and the witches created by The Source all kept their grounds, hurling another blow of demonic powers at their enemy.

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Hecate couldn't bear it, being trapped like livestock. She roared like a lion, threw herself at the magical cage like a bear. She was thrust backwards as soon as her skin met the invisible barrier – which actually became verily seeable at the blow, sending blue sparks all over the place.

"Enough!" she shouted, standing a lot quicker than any other demon would have, considering the might of the wallop.

She parted her arms from her body, palms open, fingers pointing at the ground. An evil current of black hue ran through her whole body, starting from the tip of her fingers.

"The Powers of All Evil harken
For their Source to be set free –"

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"We witches stand afar and yet chant as one
To drain the unwanted from the Grand Design."

The magical white hues linked themselves high in the skies, creating a universal pentagram. Soon it extended to Wyatt and Amos, encircling the whole planet.

A woman-turned-witch grabbed a gun in her purse and shot. Billie got hit but the protection around made it hurt as much as a bee sting.

In a matter of seconds, the light the crystals emanated reached a point unbearable for the eyes to behold. It bathed the whole world and, as it vanished, taking with it all the evil and magic from those The Source had aimed at, the pyrate stones that were shielding the witches melted.

Billie instantly collapsed, no longer protected from the pain the bullet caused.

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"Magical barrier, weaken!
And melt away as it must be."

The Source's whole body was now black, her eyes but flames. The dark essence grew larger and larger, fighting the white one that was trapping her. As her own magic increased, Hecate rose a few inches in the air and the cage, that emitted its blue sparks as soon as the black hue reached it, soon disappeared.

The dark essence followed that fate, too, and the body of Christy fell back onto the ground. When she lifted her head, her eyes were brown, which had not happened in many days. Her voice, when she spoke, was also that of Christy's, panting, "Now, I'm in charge."

The End
For Now

Ah! You thought that would be it, didn't you? Well, I did promise you a few surprises. The biggest one, I guess, is that "Dystopia" has always been a trilogy in my head and so you're not done with my evil cliffhangers - lucky you's! Anyway, don't sweat it too much because Book 3 is all done as well so once I'm satisfied with a few well-deserved reviews (someone had to throw me flowers, so why not myself? - jk!) I will upload it - yes, all in one go too! And I'll go so far as to promise not to make you guys wait two years! (Is one year acceptable? Mwhaha. 'Kay, I'm out.) Thanks again, for reading and for being here with me. I do hope you enjoyed the ride and we'll see each other for Book 3. :-)