A Hundred of Her Memories

by Timber Wolf of Purity

Xion - A Replica. A puppet. But who says she can't make memories of her own? With a heartless assassin and a nobody with a heart for friends, anything is possible. Why not falling in love? "I couldn't have done it without my trusty side-kick." "Side-kick? I prefer partner-in-crime at worst, and your-illustrious-highness at best." In the end, true love will conquer over evil.

39. Magic

A Hundred of Her Memories

39 – Magic

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"Ha! There you have it," Xion gloated.

Vexen grumbled, "The gall…everyone knows that technology-gah! How has magic helped anyone? Why would anyone choose magic over technology?"

"Let's have a contest," Zexion suggested. "Your machine against Xion's magic."

Vexen sniffed. "Done!"

"I don't know about this, Zexion…"

He smirked. "Relax. Vexen is over-confident. Let me tell you something." Zexion whispered, "His machine is indestructible. Except, if you freeze the metal, then blast it with fire while it's cold, the metal shatters."

Xion smirked. "Thanks, Zexion."

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"Noooo! My precious master-piece! How dare you?"

"Run, Xion!" Zexion dragged Xion through a dark corridor.

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Oh man, is he mad! }:-) Hehehe! I like it.

In Christ,

Timber Wolf