𝐎, 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ⎥ "He wants a fight with
a God? I'll give him one."
﹙ from stardust we came, to stardust we return ﹚
Prisoner of Azkaban - Deathly Hollows
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ELARA, FOR THE FIRST TIME, GOT A DECENT NIGHT'S SLEEP. she felt almost at peace with the world, others, and herself. in the beginning, she had doubts that training would cease her seemingly never-ending anger, but she felt happy. in addition to her new elation, elara felt powerful. she almost had complete control over fire, she had learned dozens of new spells, could brew difficult potions, and most importantly, she almost had gotten over her fear of heights.
she felt prepared. over everything, she felt that if voldemort were to attack her right now, she could successfully take him down without breaking a sweat.
elara pushed herself out of bed. she was happy. no bad dreams, no waking up periodically through the night, just a solid eight hours of sleep. even though the world around her seemed to be crumbling at a super alarming rate, she was happy with herself for the first time in a long time.
she barreled down the stairs to find the house empty. anya must not be up yet. elara always wondered why millennia old human forces of magic need to sleep or even partake in the usual human functions, but she concluded that it was probably much to difficult for her to even try to understand.
elara found some leftover omelets in the fridge. she sat at the table and began eating until anya came down the rickety old staircase fifteen minutes later. she looked off. she seemed distressed. anya was never distressed. she was always calm, even when elara was bitching about doing something.
"anya. . . . are you all right?" said elara slowly, wondering if anya had lost it somehow.
anya took a deep breath and massaged her forehead.
"there's something wrong. i can feel it."
"with you?"
"no, with the universe," said anya rather weakly, as if the life had been taken from her.
"what — "
"there's an imbalance. it's tipping. things are happening, elara, and they're happening fast. it's your time — "
"great," said elara sarcastically, "more riddles."
"listen," said anya desperately, "the dark one is acting. i see fear, i panic, i see uncertainty. you have to help them see. help them see what's happening. you must find the anima exercituum. one has already been found. you must act now — "
