By: M Monroe Casey
Introduction
“3 Pearls, Beauty and a Star. I do love the sound of that but 5 pearls on a chain does sound so much better…”
In the darkness, OMG moved, talked and planned outside of the Windowsill’s gaze once more. Essentially existing without a narrator, her growing powers gained her this privilege as she rambled on. In a frame on the table in the corner, a photo of a man named Harold Evelyn in his U.S. Navy outfit stood as a magnet to her monologue. The year labeled on the photo, 1954. Gazing at it periodically while she talked, Delanie paced back and forth in her lair deep underneath Cooper Ave S in St. Cloud, Minnesota.
“Moving completely unopposed in the shadow of her very own Pyroclastian curse, OMG a.k.a. Delanie Evelyn could feel her plan coming to completion soon. Turn them against each other and watch it unfold. Only two remained now. But it wouldn’t be long now because any proper Goddess knows about the Mirror of the First Beauty. Lose a good Vessel like Roberto and you’ll upset the Mirror then there will be hell to pay. Hell paid truly by the only identifiable one there. Little Miss Star. Beauty possessed by their chain-holder, the bestower Mirror itself, I love it. Then, they’ll probably go right after her and the others. Hmmm… maybe even the High one too…” A devious smile grew under her midnight chain covered face, “Yes… Yes… YES!
She began to pace in the gap of space behind her personally carved black-stone throne.
“Yes. So, Ms. Nathaly Queen goes after powers out of her league in desperation. Which makes it an easy cleanup for me or better yet, she takes down one more along the way. Making it even easier. But I still can’t sense her. So… Now, Nathaly dollie… just where in the Cosmos are you…?”
Holding onto the stone with her bare hands, she slowly and methodically massaged it. Stone taken from their backyard garden fountain. Taken and repurposed for her glorious mission. Stone that will come with her and be reshaped back into the fountain. Just as soon as she gains access to one particular world, gets Harold from before his untimely death and completely levels some silly hut first.
Scene One
Baleigh Sofia Luisa could feel the Windowsill’s eyes on her as finally decided to come out of her house that day. It’s been months since the events of Norway, and she was nearing the point where people were starting to ask questions and make rumors up at school. The dreary gray skies of late November painted the outside the same color as her emotional state. Completely mismatching her clothes and not caring, the young Star Goddess was heading towards the door. Another day in her situational depression was going to pass. The only good thing is that she could see her friends soon. Friends that helped her forget what she lost. Feeling the “woe is me,” she even failed to notice her new ally who has lost even more was still gone. Missing since the crash-landing face-first in her very own backyard.
Grabbing the door at the same “time” as Monica, she was returning to her home from a beach day as Baleigh was leaving hers. Stepping into her home, Monica was home alone with Cal in their world. Tadala and CJ were both off on a day trip adventure to train and it was up to her to do all the dishes, laundry and food preparation after the small dinner party last night. A point she made before a deal was decided upon. She does this small favor, and CJ cooks the food for one whole week. Agreeing to these terms with the blonde-haired High Goddess, Monica Dancer began to clean up slowly with the soft tones of melodic music in the background. All the while, the Windowsill’s folder on Nathaly Queen remained without update. Unconscious in her coma still, laying on a bed in a casa. City center of Cusco, Peru.
As she was being purified on the outside slowly but surely by the ancient forces at work, she herself was lost off this earth’s surface. A similar fate that she has seen take the lives of two in her care before her. Her skin, hair, eyes, nails and more cleaned and moisturized themselves. All the while, the symmetrical adjustments drove her further away.
Stuck in a place one could only describe as similar to Baleigh’s own self-discovery fight against Past Rashid. Ironically forced on by Nathaly herself. But unlike Ms. Luisa’s Canyon Skirmish, she was somewhere else entirely. Some place that she only been to once and never hoped to be again. The Domain of the Mirror of the First Beauty. Cosmos location: unknown.
Taking these six months to recover every last fiber of strength, she was finally back to her full level of power, before the loss in Merida but still down one Roberto. Possessing her own memories and that of the ancient deity that resided inside of her, she was able to make her way through the seemingly endless maze of small broken mirrors that lay strewn across the landscape. Each mirror etched with a name. Wearing a white robe and her shoulder-length dark hair tied back, Nathaly walked into the room at the end of the last hallway.
Ahead on the completely golden wall, in the completely golden room, sat the fanciest and most intricate stained glass mirror she has ever seen in her life. Containing all the same shades as her and Roberto’s fused form, there was no way that this was a random chance. Feeling an instant connection to it, it’s almost like it was guiding her to this spot. Back home. Stepping forward, she stopped nearly instantly when a deep and powerful voice rang through her mind coming from the light silver lined relic.
“Welcome, Female Vessel of Beauty.”
“… Ummm… Hi?”
Scene Two
“You are back where you belong.”
“What do you mean?”
“Near the beginning of all, there was the creation of the pearls. Then, from them, the Six Goddess powers. Able to act upon their roles and desires in the Cosmos through bestowment upon champions. But the Pearl of Beauty and subsequently, the Goddess of Beauty, was betrayed by them all.”
“Yeah?”
“The original champions plotted against Beauty. Sealing it inside a mirror. To represent its own vanity and self-obsession. This Mirror was then tasked with selecting not one but two champions to act for itself. The God and Goddess of Beauty or the Vessels of Beauty as they were later known as. Throughout countless years, they were chosen and together, they merged as one to form my living embodiment, Stained Glass.”
“So… it’s your memories I have? What happened to the old world? Your anger?”
“Yes, My Vessel. It seems I still have not forgiven myself and the others. But for now, we have a bigger problem. Never before in our history has a situation like this occurred. One Vessel but they have not succumbed to the overwhelming pressure of being alone.”
“But isn’t that a good thing, right? It means I’m strong?”
“Yes, you are stronger than the Vessels that came before you. But no, it is not a good thing. Traditionally, there must be two. A God and a Goddess. One cannot exist without the other. So, more accurately, maybe fate and destiny chose wrong after picking him.”
Feeling the judgement from the ancient deity who has been “pulling the strings” all the while, Nathaly clenched her fist.
“… Yeah?”
“Without Roberto, you are not complete. You need a new God.”
“… Okay?” Stepping forward towards the mirror on the wall, Nathaly’s brown eyes began to house a look similar to the day that she got the mark on her neck. A look that said, “let any and all challengers come as they may.” Not really caring just what nearly ageless being sat only a few meters away now, “and… why do you say that?”
“I told you. You need the other Vessel to be complete. My power can only be split amongst two who form one. So, we must find you a new God. For a Goddess cannot exist without a God.”
Closing in on it now, she replied, “But… I don’t want a new God… wait… what did you say there at the end?”
“A Goddess cannot exist without a God.”
“Ummm… says who?”
“The ancient laws dictated by the High Goddess and the other Goddesses. The same laws that placed me here. That is how my power works.”
Turning her back on it, she closed her eyes. Clenching her right fist, her whole right side began to transform into the glassy revenger as her mind began to pick up speed and race. She could see Roberto’s face and remember her life with him. She saw all the histories they shared as best friends growing up in Merida. She saw the time when he helped her homework in high school or when she helped him get ready for a date and pick out his clothes. Their graduation day, her wedding day, the day when he held her crying form after the divorce on the couch for hours and everything. A mental slideshow of every last memory they shared. Knowing that she had unfinished business to do as Stained Glass and equally knowing that she refused to share this Goddess life with anyone but him, she acted.
Slamming a glassy right fist with the same shade and design as the original host, into the mirror, it broke upon instant impact.
Severing the chain she had to it in only a matter of seconds.
As the shards fell upon the golden ground and the rainbow light surged into her form, she then fully transformed into the Goddess. Glassy skin. Sin Roberto. Closing her multi-chromatic eyes, she finally replied in the emptiness.
“That’s how your power worked. But this is my power now. Countless lives were turned upside down and ruined over the silly laws that the others forced upon us. Because of them, I lost him. They destroyed our lives and got away with it. All because they are the little ‘heroes’ and ‘villains’ in some ‘dumb play.’ Playing their stupid roles. Well, not anymore.”
Opening up her eyes back in Peru, she laid there for a minute and smirked as with her full memories in complete access, she knew her next move. Accessing a memory of a backdoor entrance to a particular world, it was now “time” to pay one particular Windowsill-Watcher a visit.
Scene Three
With Monica sitting on Mt. Couch yet again with her mocha claimed from Phoenix, she was checking in as Baleigh attempted to keep the skills of her snaps up while trying to distract her mind all the while.
Standing two rolling hills of purple plants away from their old warehouse, she released her anger while refusing to turn her head back. Refusing to look at the symbol of her past. A symbol that once housed two beings she considered friends. But now, only emptiness.
Snap.
Starlight fired from her left hand and smashed into the metal target ahead.
Snap.
Now, from her right hand. She got the urge to look back and refused.
Snap.
She, just so slightly, turned her head to the left. Swearing, she saw two tall dark-red, almost purple wooden forms in the distance. Turning around in glee, she screamed.
“Hamza! Erickson!” But she was mistaken. It was just the waves of Soul Scanners playing tricks on her eyes. With a swell of tears building up again, she fired two more blasts of starlight in response at the next two targets. Incinerating the hardened steel in a matter of seconds. Feeling more and more tears building with the seconds, she stopped when a different source of movement caught her eye once more.
“Bales!!! Like sorry we’re late!!!!” Screamed Tiff.
Stopping so she could greet them in the clearing, Kyle, Tiff, Naj and Jack had come to help her pack up. After their events of Design’s terraforming, those four became virtually inseparable which basically meant that Baleigh effectively doubled her best friend group. One benefit of having the world nearly end.
After hugging it out, the five of them then began to walk towards the metallic warehouse. A building she refused to enter alone. But with friends, it was easier to handle the silence that now resided there. As Tiff, Naj and Jack helped her sort through boxes, she had to take a break. True, she wouldn’t need this place much longer as she could just operate on-Earth from now on, but that didn’t make this any easier.
“Ummm… guys… I need to step out.”
Stepping out as they all sadly looked around to each other, Kyle Maia followed her out of the front door and into the small patio outside.
“Hey Bales, are you okay?”
“Yeah. Thanks… but it’s just hard, you know? I literally created them when I was at my lowest and then, they came to life… then… Stevens Point… then… Merida, Aktau and then they just died…”
“Yeah. I can’t even imagine what you are going through so I’m not even going to pretend like my hockey career has anything in common with this. I score goals. You score victories for our entire galaxy.”
“… it’s called The Cosmos.”
“Oh, sorry. But I don’t think I ever told you this but I do respect you a lot. Even before you were this Star Goddess.”
The two teenagers looked off into the slowly setting sun on Scania. A time zone similar to their own.
“Yeah? Why?”
“You always were just so authentic. You made those awesome sets for the school play, you played your sports and had your core group of friends. I barely even knew if I had any real friends to begin with. This may sound weird but honestly, I’m so happy we almost got crushed by a flying tectonic plate.”
“Why?”
“Because I wouldn’t have met Naj, Jack and you like I have. Actual friends.”
“Yeah… but… I need to be honest about something, Kyle.” She looked at him at that moment.
“What’s up?” He looked back.
Monica tensed up on the couch as her mind, with hundreds of hours studying Romantic movies and books, knew exactly what was coming next.
“I have had the BIGGEST crush on you. For like a long time. But then, I really met Tiff and I saw how good you two are together and I’m really happy for you and all. So, I don’t feel that anymore. But I had to tell you because it was eating me up…”
“I know and it’s all good.” He looked back at the finishing sunset in the seemingly endless field ahead.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. It was pretty obvious but don’t worry, Bales. You’ll find your someone. You got us to help you. Deal?” He held out a hand to high-five.
“Deal.” She responded.
Standing outside and talking for another thirty minutes, he proceeded to tell her about life on the farm and the other activities that kept him busy that last weekend. Distracting her brain completely as the other three packed up the warehouse. Joining them, the whole group stood outside and looked off into the tiniest sliver of sun as it escaped in the distance. A young couple, the two Santana cousins and Baleigh. Her very own super team.
With tears in Monica’s eyes knowing that her young friend just owned up to her first crush and is developing lifelong friends while doing it, what felt like the entirety of the Cosmos could feel her sigh of relief as that gut wrenching feeling was over. She was finally able to focus on just building a legitimate friendship with him and Tiff Giselle-London. A sentence that she never thought she would think.
As they watched the night sky slowly get overtaken with a whole multitude and army of stars above in their weekly “Stargazing Outing,” Monica watched the sweet moment. Unaware that beyond her own paradise’s four walls and curved ceiling, an ill-wishing visitor drew closer.
Deciding to go for a night swim this night in the ocean, she gathered her things and got ready for the beach. With the short trek to the water’s edge, she looked around as the usually calm high tides were more rough than usual. Almost signifying that something is out of the ordinary. Not thinking much of it, she took off her beach slippers and began to meander towards the water.
Stepping with one then two feet, she was ankle deep. Ready to take another step in.
Then, before she could react, a glassy hand softly landed on her shoulder.
Instantly transporting them both to the sand dune’s edge of Dune-du-Sud, Quebec, Canada.
Part Four
Monica crash landed on the mossy and sandy ground. Sprawling out in an instant. Landing behind her on both feet sound, Stained Glass stood and watched the brunette human girlfriend of the High Goddess scaredy get to her feet. Staring her down a meter away on the small island she only recently discovered and picked. The cold gray skies overhead fit the mood. Breaking the silence first, Monica questioned her.
“What do you want with me?”
“You’re one of them. You and the others.”
The clearly aggressive Nathaly stepped forward towards her. Pinwheels of color and hate in her eyes.
“The others?’”
“CJ, Baleigh and Delanie.”
“Okay. But why us?”
“Simple. You’re all to blame. You killed Roberto.”
“How is CJ to blame for Roberto’s death?”
Her glassy eyebrows twitched at his name being spoken by the enemy.
“She is the most to blame. She could have stopped it. She could have intervened but she didn’t. Baleigh and Delanie are just playing their roles. The Wild Card and the Demon. Both stuck playing their stupid play. AND YOU. The audience. Without an audience, there wouldn’t even be a play so yes, you’re all equally to blame. As far as I’m concerned, YOU ARE ALL MY ENEMIES!”
“Ummm… a few months ago, you were on Baleigh’s side. Where did you go and what happened to you, Nathaly?
Slowly moving the fingers on her right hand in a slow and menacing pace, she fondly remembered what happened to her. The punch that changed it all. The moment she was finally set free.
“Simple. I’ve got an upgrade and shattered an old chain of mine. Now, let the Pearl of Beauty pay the others back. It’s only fair.”
She took another step towards Monica. Monica stepped back.
Stained Glass took one step forward and Monica one step back. Tears formed in her eyes.
Stained Glass took one step forward and Monica one step back, nearing the edge of the cliff. A tear at her impending fate meandered down her cheek. A devious chuckle emitted from glass covered lungs. All the while, Delanie watched in the candlelight of one of her sentry candles. Born from the same wax as her own stealth curse, she used these for spying as she watched the perfect bait continue on in a back-trek. Knowing that her own ascension was only seconds away.
“Those two Pyroclastian fools that CJ beat up didn’t count sadly. Those idiots couldn’t even land a hit on her but here on our little planet, it’s oh so fitting. The Queen leaves the throne just so a Princess can take it…”
As Monica prepped a scream for anyone who could hear, she stopped herself as Nathaly stopped all the same. In the distance, a deepening roar could be heard. As the desperate Nathaly decided to act before it was too late, she began to rush her but stopped as the roar was getting louder and louder. Looking up to the storm-warned gray skies above.
In the center of it now sat a golden portal and from it, the roar continued at the loudest volume yet. Delivering through its interspatial design, a black scaled fist and a single blonde haired superpower. Landing only a meter behind the mid-aggression Goddess of Beauty. With a look of disdain, the hoop on her right wrist glowed. Then, without warning, another portal opened up at Nathaly’s right side as the same tree trunk sized fist collided with her without mercy. Sending her rocketing into the rough and dark waters.
With a glow in the water, Tadala’s other front paw caught her and sent her flying back out of the water, like a battered baseball. Opening a portal with a fist to stop her in mid-flight, she was then sent crashing into the rock, hard. Greeting her with the same emotion that brought about her playing with her like a cat and its toy, CJ’s anger was at a point that Monica had never seen before. Dressed in her sapphire blue battle armor, she came for business today. Business and war. The kind of war that only comes about when one threatens her beloved.
“NATHALY!”
Her forehead opened up a portal above her once more as the same roar from before began to hold her down through the sheer sonic might.
“YOU MADE MONICA CRY!”
Then, as she was cowering down, it was made apparent to all that even the full power of the Mirror of the First Beauty paled in comparison to what CJ possessed. She was going to need at least three more pearls before she stood any chance. But it was too late now. A soft rain began to slowly drain from the saddest clouds above upon them all.
“Now… prepare for judgement…”
Then, before Nathaly could beg for mercy, both of her wrist hoops glowed as two fists smashed into her back and head. Beating her further into the soft earth. Without letting up, they proceeded to pummel and pummel. And pummel. Creating a divot in the formation, Monica began to beg CJ to stop as above the three of them now sat under another change in the sky. This time, the clouds swirled like a maelstrom which could only mean one thing. As both of the fists were nearing their target, it was closing in on a blow that Nathaly might not be able to come back from. Nearing her body, a blast of hot pink starlight intercepted it. Blocking the onslaught.
Both fists retreated and the portals closed as between them now stood the blue-sweatshirt and green-pants wearing phenom from Calgary.
“That’s enough,” she muttered.
Part Five
“Baleigh, get out of my way.”
“No.”
Her hoops weren’t glowing yet but all the souls on that tiny battleground could tell that she was nearing that point. Stained Glass crossed a line involving Monica and CJ intended to make an example of her. Let the others know exactly what happens when you do what she did.
“I said… move.”
“And I said no.”
Her left hoop began to build up light now, “BALEIGH, MOVE!”
“NO!”
Unleashing a portal and a subsequent fist that was aimed directly behind where she stood, the punch landed in the open air between Beauty and the Star. Solely for an attempted intimidation.
Grabbing Nathaly’s shoulder, she transported them both back to the center of the island, near the farms of Le Pré, where she would have more room to make a stand. CJ quickly followed behind as Monica held up the rear. Being carried on Tadala’s tail, she still couldn’t understand why they even had to fight to begin with as she caught up to them all. Then, she saw it.
Standing between them once more, Baleigh was sitting with a snap ready on her fresh daisy painted nails.
“Why are you defending her? She tried to kill you. She tried to kill Vittoria and she tried to kill Monica. She’s a bad person, Baleigh!”
“She’s not bad, she’s just lost and she’s my friend. I won’t lose anymore friends and I won’t let you hurt her more,” she gazed back at Nathaly’s terrified and battered face. The smudged and scratched glass held a smile of gratitude back. Knowing maybe she indeed had at least one more true friend on this earth.
“You won’t let me? Oh… that’s rich. Like you can stop me…”
Her right hoop glowed now as she hit Baleigh’s sassy nerve.
“Yeah? Wanna bet?”
“UGH! You are a child. I’m the High Goddess and the strongest being in all the Cosmos. I’ll give you one last chance and tell you this. She isn’t going to change and you are wasting your time. Now, don’t make me break you to get to her. Step aside.”
“Never…”
Anticipating the change of pressure in the molecules of the air, she was able to sense the portal opening. Dodging Tadala’s fist as it came from her left. Then, the one from the right. One by one, she maneuvered away from them all. Using her gymnast and track training to out-pace the attacks. As CJ orchestrated the moves, she was able to escape each and every last one of them. Knowing that a situation where she was able to block Tadala’s assaults wouldn’t arise again without the element of surprise, she had to think of other ways to deliver the hits back.
Sourcing her own fight with Lighting and Beauty in the Cathedral, she played the game of “Dodge and Think.” The great fists launched on throughout it all, as the thickening rain began to pick up power and speed. Meanwhile, the pearls on OMG’s necklace began to ever so slightly rumble and shake.
Inside her own mind, the comment ran as the frustration of her opponent grew. Her friend turned opponent grew increasingly less willing to pull the punches as she continued to dodge those exact same punches. Back handsprings across the wet, deep green grass all the way.
So, I’m down one giant space monster as a best friend. But that’s okay. I got my friend and the help should be arriving… just… about… now.
Out of the glimpse of her right eye, she made eye contact with Nathaly’s right. With it, an eye brow raze. Catching the signal, the two of them were in sync as she transferred a small percentage of her remaining power to the top of her right palm as the flips neared closer. As a Tadala fist swung in from the left, she launched herself off the ground, spinning like a cannonball over the wrist of the otherworldly behemoth. Bringing herself back to the ground in a move that would have surely scored a 9.8 at least, Baleigh Sofia’s right hand landed on Nathaly Queen’s planted one. Remembering their own fight in Hawaii, she completed the landing. Immediately clenching that right fist. Spreading the glass across it like a glove.
Snap.
Then, without a warning, she fired the normally pink light beam, thin in nature. Now, with the amped up power, it was a thicker beam of starlight wrapped in a coating of rainbow glass shards. Ripping right at CJ’s unsuspecting form. Smacking into her and dropping her directly into the grasslands, Baleigh successfully did what literal countless lifeforms have never done before. She delivered a hit to the High Goddess.
With a scream of anger, the Pyroclastian born deity got to her feet almost instantly and knew the metaphorical gloves had to come off now. Opening up a portal from a distance this time, her own beam of light erupted from Tadala’s open mouth as he showcased another power this time. Meeting the beam with her own, the trading hits began to fire back and forth. With each blast, a yell was omitted in the torrential downpour.
“YOU ARE ONLY THINKING ABOUT YOURSELF, CJ!”
“NO. SOME PEOPLE ARE JUST BAD. YOU ARE BEING NAIVE, BALEIGH!”
“I WOULD RATHER BE NAIVE THAN COLD.”
“JUST STOP, OKAY. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE SAYING. YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!!! NOW… GET OUT OF MY WAY!!!”
“NEVER.”
With the overjoyed expression on OMG’s face as the results of this clash were becoming far greater than she ever expected, she began walking to the table to grab Harold’s photo. Failing to notice the pearls on her necklace began to glow as if they were being activated. Starting with the one on the far left. With Beauty’s donation to the cause on full display, it was now time to deliver more good news to the defiant Star as her left hand began to glow a deep shade of roma tomato red.
“Coooooool,” she commented.
Part Six
Snap.
With a smirk, she met the next laser attack of Tadala with the solid beam of red light, sourced straight from Vittoria Ivonee. Dumbfounded, CJ began to open up more and more portals in an attempt to bring the pain down upon her. All four paws, lasers and even his empty tail were being used in the onslaught now. Standing up for all the Goddesses, the true leader of the six was utilizing all their powers like a symphony as she retaliated. Feeling the next one oncoming, as she commented “niceeeee,” her two dark brown boots gained that brown glow that Lenna-Anna Nicole left imprinted upon Baleigh’s memories. Leaping into the air, she shaped her aura like a shield as she began to try and reason with CJ using the power of her newest glowing midsection ally, Jessica Maddy.
“You know, CJ… you keep saying that the Goddesses can’t change. Well, maybe, they can’t because you won’t let them change… Has that ever crossed your mind?”
“What are you even talking about?” The fists rained down upon the aura shield as the rain itself began to lighten.
“Think about it. All the things that these people want, you have. Beauty wants a world to call their own, Design and Lighting want a place to seclude themselves away from the trauma of others and Acting just wants someone to share everything with. Your world, your security and your Monica.”
With the conversational magic of Jessica at work, all the portals and attacks halted as CJ now only focused on what was said and her own yelling.
“THAT DOESN’T EXCUSE WHAT NATHALY DID.”
“She made her cry, she didn’t kill her. She wasn’t even going to kill her. That’s not who Nathaly is. It was only crying, CALM DOWN!”
The rainstorm abruptly came to its finality and ended as Baleigh weathered the whole fight so far. Standing in the wake of the onslaught, she retorted.
“It wasn’t about crying. It was about showing that Monica is off limits. Period. I’m the High Goddess and you are the other Goddesses. Simple as that.”
“Well… maybe… Roget and Rashid were right. Our system needs to change.”
“Bold words from someone who wouldn’t be anyone if it wasn’t for me…” Monica watched on and grimaced as she saw her beloved change her personality almost completely in the last hour. All because someone has struck that wrong cord.
With a chuckle at the trash talk, Baleigh responded, “Oh really? Well… you’re wrong.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Because I wouldn’t be anyone if it wasn’t for them.”
Reaching up, she pulled out the pin that held her hair up all this time. As her wet brown hair fell down to her shoulders, she held up the cutest splinter of Smooth Stone that any of them has ever seen, fashioned into a tiny miniature axe. With a smirk, she then threw it across the battlefield. As CJ chuckled, she didn’t even attempt to block it as it narrowed in on her. Knowing that she would do this and underestimate it before it was too late, Baleigh proceeded to deliver the tiny-turned-giant pain.
First firing her own glassy starlight, it caught the projectile. Wrapping it in power like a small bomb. Meeting the bombardment with a jump kick of aura, it was converted into a wave and as the confusion was read across CJ’s face, the wave was met with an accelerating blood red light. Slamming into her at a speed tenfold.
As Monica and Nathaly watched on with mouths literally agape, Baleigh sourced the extra energy from Acting and charged forward. Within half a meter in mere seconds, the fallen High Goddess lay on the ground in shock as the young Star landed in a squatting position above her stomach. Screaming while she aimed her right hand down. Then, finishing the warcry, she snapped.
The End.
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