Sunset Shimmer Defeat Novels & Stories

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Then, it smiled a small smile that looked just like Siron’s, and EXPLODED INTO A MIST OF SILVER AND GOLD, destroying several Soul Scavengers around it in a final blast. Siron screamed, feeling a strange and deep sense of loss, as if he had lost a piece of himself. The protection dome held. The remaining Soul Scavengers, having lost many of their kind, finally retreated into the forest. The treehouse was safe. The Soul Flower sprout was safe. But the shadow that had helped them, was gone. Siron sat down, panting. He looked at his own hand. His shadow on the floor was now normal, following his movements. No more silver light. No more detached consciousness.

And understanding dawned. "You won," she whispered. Luna nodded. Extended her hand. Kasira stared at it. Then took it. Luna pulled her to her feet. The circle's barrier dissolved. The runes faded. The pack *roared.* Victory. Their High Alpha had won. Had defeated the Shadow Goddess's champion. Had proven her right to lead. But Luna barely heard them. Because as the adrenaline faded, the pain *slammed* back. Her ribs. Her chest. The Moonstone.

The shard sat in my palm when my hand retracted. "Destroy it," I looked at Valen and threw it into the air. Valen released a purple electric ball that exploded the shard into cinders. Panic-stricken, Assad trembled in my left hand. At this point, he had no voice left to speak. Blayne would want me to make him bleed for days. The thought of my friend brought water to my eyes. A profound sadness threatened to swallow me whole. In the rise of the wind, a large burst of blue-green wave infused with sun-lit white in its crescendo splashed roughly against the shoreline to deliver a choking Kodjo and Tygart at my sand-caked feet before forming a diminuendo and ebbing back to sea.