Flaming boulders of rock and stone were raining down on them as they bolted as fast as they could from the destruction chasing them from behind. Like a tsunami of flame, lava, and ash, the devastation that the eruption had left in its wake was cataclysmic and left nothing but death and suffering in its path. Merlin! They were running out of time! At any moment they both knew that either the flames would burn them alive or the boulders shooting through the air like a sea of oversized bullets raining down on them would crush them. But they couldn't stop yet. Just a few more paces. Just a few more and then everything would end, and the danger would be averted; just one last time. They were almost there and if they stopped now that would be the end. But no matter how this ended one thought made itself prominent amongst the panic, fear, and selfless determination. She had no regrets. And with her in his arms, together as they always have been and always would be he realized. Neither did he.
Now never let it be said that Helena Potter hadn't lived a long life. Because she had.
