Gurudza holds Mukura in his arms crying. She can see his tears, unable to utter a word to him, the strength to move a hand to wipe of the tears on his cheeks she does not have. The scream, Gwanhoya directly attacked her with has paralysed her entire body. For how long she does not know. He rubs on her head softly tears falling on her face. The Wezhira god still does not interfere but rather watches from a distance.
"Just as you have forsaken my master, I will forsake you!" a dark deep hoarse voice echo everywhere.
Gurudza sets her on the ground, rising infuriated, "Show yourself you coward!" he cries out searchful of her whereabouts.
Strong wind blows raising dust, blinding him from seeing anything close to him in the moonlight gracing the land. Gwanhoya appears behind him. He stands firm beside Mukura making sure that Gwanhoya does not attack, not realising the ancient witch lurks behind him. Mukura's eyes wide open seeing Gwanhoya, accelerating her breathing. Still unable to move to stop Gwanhoya and save her sister. Gurudza in the midst of the wind filled with dust, he hears her very fast heavy breathing but very low that he looks down at Mukura who has her eyes wide open. Gwanhoya imprinted in her eyes causing her affright.
Gwanhoya strikes him with her bone stuff on the back and he cries out loud, saunter in front of him preparing to hit him again. Glares at Mukura, with a smirk. She hits him on the front hard and he screams out covering the whole place. She continues hitting him enjoying herself roaring with excitement inflicting pain on her enemy.
She roars loudly staring in the sky and slowly she stops, smiling at the moon, "How joyous it feels inflicting pain!" she exclaims.
She slowly turns to look at Gurudza groaning in pain on the ground, coughing, "All I did was to save the dying land, drought, pestilence, death, blood, poverty. All these had stroked the land and it seems to have worsened!" she explains to him.
She suspires squatting to get a closer look at him holding his head, "A few sacrifices are needed for the greater good of the majority." She rubs his head, "This is how it has always been and sadly there are those like you who do not understand this!"
She gets up, "To be honest with you, tonight there has been a lot of surprises but," she sighs in relief, "I was serving for a higher purpose all this time in the presence of a god!" she sounds glad to have this revelation.
She walks over Gurudza to Mukura's side squats again, "My dear beloved, lovely descendant." She exhales softly, "Why did you make me do this?" gently run her hand on Mukura's forehead, "All the pain you are experiencing, could have been avoided," blows air out of her mouth and scoffs, "Instead, you are being wasted away!"
She gets up, pin her stuff on the ground, hold her waist feeling relieved. Tears flow out of Mukura's eyes. This is the end; she will not be able to spend time with her mother. Her death comes by the hands of her ancestor. How did it come to this?
She had so much to do and ask her mother. She closes her eyes, pain and regret imprinted on her heart and mind. There is still darkness in this world and she has failed to avert it. With Gwanhoya alive there is no one to stop her.
A little girl appears in front of them. They cannot see who it is. She is but a figure in front of them. Their eyes slowly losing sight, they see Gwanhoya attacking the little girl but not the end of it. Mukura and Gurudza slowly regain consciousness, "You two are clumsy, I wonder how you survived to this point fighting like this!" she laughs.
Mukura tries to speak and she utters, "Hello!" instantly she rises off the ground jumping happy to have been healed.
"As expected, you are the child in the nigh adult body!" the little girl says.
The storm that was blinding Gurudza has stopped, he rises off the ground, his face dismal of the humiliation inflicted on him by Gwanhoya, whipping him with her magical stuff. The little girl stares at him sad to see him drowning in melancholy, contemplating on his disgrace by the hands of the ancient witch.
"I never thought your spirit would be broken by such a small thing, being whooped by an ancient witch that must be cool right?" she laughs but there is no change in the disenchanted Gurudza.
She sighs loudly, "Look here boy, we all have been whooped before and it is nothing to be sad about." She rolls her eyes, "And trust me, my mother is the worst when it comes to that!"
Mukura interjects asking, "Where is my mother?" she asks.
She looks at Mukura, "Your mother is dead and so is his mother!" she replies to her without any hesitation.
Mukura is hit with disbelief receiving the news of her mother's death. Gurudza raises his head after his ears pull in the words from the little girl who appears to be Trey, the one he met on his adventures with her brother Troy. There is no reason for her to lie to them unless if she is an illusion created by Gwanhoya. Mukura contemplates on if she is trapped again in the dream or if she even ever did escape. She holds her head falling to the ground disbelief filling and weighing on her heart and mind. Her mother, although she did not get enough time to know her, she was powerful enough to face the witch and survive. Her tears pour on her cheeks to the ground, continuously hit with sadness.
"This cann...…."
"But it is the truth, the witch killed them both in cold blood." She cuts her off before she could finish, "Listen, doubting their deaths will not make them appear alive and there is nothing to gain from lying to you!"
"How do we know you are not just another illusion, a trick being ..."
She raises her hand and a huge mirror appears, showing the moment when both Garamba and Genteel died. Gruesome deaths them suffered through. Mukura screams out loud as she cries for her death mother, whilst Gurudza grabs the soil on the ground in anger. Darkness surrounds Mukura slowly building up a fierce aura, her eyes turn white with black shadows surrounding her eyes. Trey looks at her smiling, a sight to see. An angry Mukura filled with rage. Gurudza glares at her in awe.
"Where is she?"
Her smile increases going ear to ear, "Gurudza, something came out of the portal that was opened by the witch, demoness. Whatever she calls herself! Where did it go?"
He does not reply her, still shocked to see Mukura enraged.
"Hello, did you hear what I asked?" she asks him.
Mukura blows a lot of dark auras from her body, pushing back everything around except for Gurudza and Trey.
"Where is she?" she asks again.
Trey shakes her head, "Do not worry about it, I will free her so you can deal with her after I am done looking for what I am here for!" she assures her returning her attention back to Gurudza, "I am still waiting on you to answer me, handsome. Where did the being that came out of the portal go?" she asks again.
Breathing heavily getting closer to Trey, Mukura tells her, "The being you are talking about was prevented from entering this realm!" she disappears and reappears in front of Trey, "Now, tell me where she is!"
Trey punches her sending her back on the ground. Walks up to her, "Thank you for telling me that but I am afraid, your information is untrue."
"This is useless!"
Wezhira appears in between them, glaring at the little girl. There is silence for a piece.
"Well, well!"
"What do you want?" Wezhira cuts her off getting straight to the point.
She sighs, "I just came here for some site seeing, that's all!"
"Let's go and talk somewhere privately!" he disappears.
About to follow him she remembers something she is forgetting, "Ohh yes!" she claps hands twice and a frozen Gwanhoya, "You can have her no." she slowly disappears, "Bye, until next time!"
Gwanhoya regains her mobility, crackling her bones. She looks around for the little mysterious girl who she was facing but she is no longer there. And to her surprise, Mukura and Gurudza have been healed completely. 'This must be the doing of the young girl,' she thinks to herself. There is more to that little girl but in order for her to find out, she must deal with these two first and the aura coming off of Mukura is filled with malignity towards her. She smiles tightly grabbing her magical bone stuff, ready for the impending battle.
Mukura floats into the sky with the raging darkness surrounding her. Gurudza also rearing to go. The daylight slowly hits them.
"Mukura, do not forget we need to…."
Mukura charges against Gurudza. Without listening to what Gurudza is about to say. She is not in her right mind at the moment and might do something she will regret. Gwanhoya roars fire out of her mouth towards Mukura. Gurudza charges behind Mukura to assist her. But to his surprise she easily disperses the fire.
Gwanhoya blows out steam from her nose. She hits the ground with her stuff causing it to crack. Gurudza jumps into the air charging towards her avoid slipping into the cracks creating a lightning spear at the same time Mukura creates a darkness wave directed at Gwanhoya who spins her magic cane blocking their attacks simultaneously.
She smiles, countering Mukura and Gurudza. Blinding Mukura with darkness setting herself up to deal with Gurudza first. He is much more skilled in battle than her descendant. She must put more effort on him whilst Mukura struggles to escape the darkness. Quickly stopping Gurudza in his tracks, attacking him with a punch to the face, beating him with her stuff again on the left ribs and he quickly grabs it before she could charge it for another strike. Head bud her twice, punch her on the left jaw with a right hook. Kick her in the stomach and blast her with lighting sending her back.
He turns his attention towards Mukura. He jumps into the air to try and release her from the prison. Gwanhoya cuts him off mid-air running her head onto his stomach, his body kisses the ground. Mukura struggles on, trying to get out of the dark trap.
Slowly he gets up off the ground, his eyes white, lightning playing around them. With much force he hits the ground causing a lightning stream blanketing the whole area nimbly. She makes haste rising off the ground, watching the lightning stream flood the whole area. Gurudza not wanting to waste the time and opportunity spreads his arm with his palm open closes it.
Gwanhoya laughs, "You are no longer using words to activate your magic." She continues laughing.
Infuriated more by her words he raises his hands raising the lightning stream. Gwanhoya slowly to anticipate this is struck down. Into the stream where she is continuously zapped by thunderbolts screaming in agony. Gurudza heads over to Mukura, begins to search for a way to release her from the entrapment. The lightning stream is starting to fade. Gwanhoya turns her eyes pitch black covering herself in darkness violently scattering the darkness, wiping off the lightning stream. He turns his head to see what is going on and where Gwanhoya is. She stands on the ground, her eyes no longer red, but rather black, heaving, seemingly annoyed healing the wounds surrounding her body that have been inflicted by the attack Gurudza launched on her.
She disappears and reappears behind him, "I am growing tired of this," she tells him striking him at the back of his head with the elbow, falling onto the ground.
Vanishes again, Gurudza takes his time getting up off the ground shaking his head. Holds the back of his head, she instantly materialises in front of him, hits him in the stomach with the knee cap, he bends down grabbing his stomach in pain and she repeats the knee cap on his face. Gurudza falls back. She is not giving him the time to gather and fight back. Mukura punches her darkness prison frustrated and enraged. She continues thrashing him with her hands without using any magic.
Mukura's eyes return to normal, crying watching her beat Gurudza to a pulp. Her pain is increasing. Her power stabilises as she becomes weak and hopeless, another one of her closest people is about to die and she cannot do anything to save that person.
Gwanhoya takes her stuff by her hand, charges it readying to stab Gurudza who is on the ground gasping for air, blood all over him.
"Hmm, you are still way weaker than your father." She steps on his chest pressing on it hard, "I was really hoping that you grew even a little bit closer to him and this would have been fun for me!" she contorts her face disappointed.
Slowly she brings down the edge of her stuff to stab him through the heart. A pulse like sound echoes through the land. Wezhira in the distant, talking to Trey, halts they conversation. He moves forward to see what is going on. A white light enshrouds the whole battle field, Gurudza coughing blood out of his lungs wounded.
Wezhira smiles and says to himself, "It is not such a bad thing to assist my beloved descendant, just a little!" he stretches out his hand for a bit and returns both of them behind his back.
Gurudza begins to heal, the light fades away slowly. A woman in a white dress appears out of the light as it slowly disappears. The stuff of Genteel flies over to the woman's hands. Gwanhoya compressing her eyes trying to see who it is, she thinks to herself how Genteel could still be alive after she saw her die by her hands. Before she gets anymore surprises, she quickly turns to finish off Gurudza but an intense light hits her eyes, she screams in pain, smoke rising off her eyes. There is something familiar about this magic. She surrounds herself in darkness to shield herself from the luminous intensity.
She looks down to find the nigh lifeless body gone Her eyes wander around frustrated by this development. Screams loud sending dark waves all over.
Wezhira turns to look at Trey with his hands still behind his back, "Let the real battle begin," clears his throat, "Would you like to join me, young Royal?" he asks her.
She walks up front to stand by his side to watch the battle before she leaves.
The face of the woman wearing a white dress, once covered in the bright light appears in front her, Mukura refurnished holding her mother's stuff. Looking like the late white witch herself.
Gwanhoya smiles relieved by this revelation, "For a moment there, you got me a little bit worried!" she sighs, "But now that I know its you, this will .."