-- The Phoenix He Helped Create --

- Final Chapter: If You Die Then I Want To Die With You -

White fire. Black fire.

This wasn't a premonition. This was real. This was all that is light versus all that is evil. This was chaos. This was confusion. This was everyone fighting for their lives.

Ladon's powers raged out of control, wreaking havoc on both sides. He was the only one of the four avatars who lacked sufficient focus to control said powers. Harry and Snape were too busy trying to protect the people they cared about to attempt engaging Ladon in battle. And normal magic was no match for the avatars' powers.

So Ladon strode forth unhindered. With his long red hair and white wings, he looked like an angel. But he was an embodiment of singleminded chaos, exactly the thing that Loki had been hoping to create.

"Stay away!" Alcyone screamed as Ladon approached.

Her parents had stayed close to her throughout the battle, but she couldn't shield them and fight Ladon at the same time.

Alcyone spread her wings and took to the sky above. Ladon followed, but she quickly discovered that she had underestimated the scope of his powers. It seemed that no matter how much high they went, they were still too close... Her parents were still in danger.

"Die! DIE, LADON!" Alcyone shouted in anger and frustration. "Look what you're doing to everyone! Some of those people down there are YOUR friends and family! Don't you love them at all?!"

I love you.

He did not speak aloud. He never had, at any point in his short existence. Neither did he communicate the sentiment in a coherent thought. But it radiated from every fiber of his being.

"If you love me then die!" Alcyone shrieked. "If you love me then die for me!" Tears streamed like diamond trails down her porcelain cheeks as she reached out her left hand toward him. This was the moment they had both been dreaming of for so long, she with dread and he with longing. "Die with me," she whispered.

This battle was the shattered mirror of their dreams. Ladon closed the distance between them and placed the palm of his right hand flat against her left. Their powers flared and the brands on their arms came alive with magic. Fenris danced with Midgard across their connected wrists.

And the battlefield below was scattered with black feathers and white feathers as their bodies fell back down to the earth.

"The phoenix he helped create, out of control boy without a dad shot the gun that started my life while I drove him with a .45." - System of a Down, "Soil"

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