Gwen won
Ava's POV
I don’t know how long I was out, but when I opened my eyes, I could tell it hadn’t been too long, maybe thirty seconds.
I realized my head was resting on the shoulder of a slender guy. He was so handsome he could easily pass for a fairy. His hair was as dark as night, and his skin was even paler than mine.
When he looked at me, I noticed his eye color, red. I was stunned. His lips were the color of bright vermillion.
“You’re awake,” he said, his voice soft and husky, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I quickly lifted my head from his shoulder, but I must have moved too fast. The drug still had a hold on me, and I felt dizzy again.
“Don’t rush. You’re still weak,” he said gently.
I must’ve looked completely shocked.
“I’m sorry, but who are you?” I asked, my voice shaky.
“I’m Ezra Rizz. The king sent me. Look over there, he’s watching you.”
“You mean Raphael?” I asked, looking around.
“Yes. The king noticed something was wrong. He wanted to come to you himself, but his Beta stopped him. He sent me instead.”
I remembered before passing out, Raphael had mind-linked me, saying he was coming over.
Suddenly, the crowd roared, and I remembered, Gwen was still in the arena.
“Don’t worry, your friend is holding her own,” Ezra said, trying to calm me down.
“Thank you,” I mumbled, trying to focus on Gwen. Even though I still felt weak and dizzy, my claws were trying to come out. But I wouldn’t let that stop me from cheering for her.
The fight between Gwen and Lara was intense as I watched. Both of them were witches, and this was their battle to prove who was stronger. They had been going at it for a while, neither willing to back down.
The air was thick with tension, and dark clouds circled overhead. The ground between them was uneven, covered in vines and glowing pools of bubbling liquid, pure, raw magic. The audience leaned forward, knowing this wasn’t just any battle. This was a witches' duel.
Gwen stepped onto the rough ground, her heart must’ve been racing, but her face showed nothing but determination. I knew she felt the judgment from the crowd, the same mockery she’d faced her whole life because of her looks. Across from her stood Lara, tall, slim, and full of confidence, her position as Jocelyn’s right-hand witch giving her the edge.
Jocelyn’s voice echoed in the Arena as she screamed “Don’t fail me.” She demanded loyalty and victory. Lara had always been Jocelyn’s favorite, controlled by fear, and she knew that losing today would come with serious consequences.
“Let the contest begin!” the host voice boomed, and the ground between Gwen and Lara shook.
Lara was quick, raising her hand to the sky as black lightning shot from her fingers. The bolts raced toward Gwen, twisting and crackling. Gwen barely managed to throw up a shimmering, silver shield. The impact pushed her back, but she stood her ground, her shield cracking but holding firm.
Lara smirked, using her speed to her advantage. She fired again, this time aiming for the ground beneath Gwen. The explosion of dirt and stone nearly knocked Gwen off her feet.
I could see Gwen panting, fear creeping into her expression, but she wouldn’t let Lara win. Not like this. She whispered a spell, summoning thick roots from the ground, trying to trap Lara. Lara dodged easily, leaping from rock to rock with grace, almost like she was taunting Gwen.
“You think you can win?” Lara mocked, sending fiery orbs toward Gwen. “You’ve always been weak, Gwen. This just proves it.”
“This is why Father sold you. You’re nothing but a pathetic loser.”
But Gwen didn’t respond. Instead, she focused on the raw magic beneath the ground, feeling its power. With another whisper, the vines around her thickened and grew stronger, surging toward Lara.
Lara’s confidence wavered as the vines wrapped around her ankle, pulling her down. She blasted them away with fire, but Gwen was relentless, sending more vines, faster and stronger. For the first time, Lara’s eyes showed doubt.
“Don’t fail me,” Jocelyn shouted once again, pushing her to fight harder. With a growl, Lara unleashed a wave of dark magic, shattering the vines and knocking Gwen to the ground. She stood over Gwen, thinking she had won.
“You should’ve stayed hidden, where you belong,” Lara sneered, raising her hand to finish Gwen off.
But as Gwen lay there, I saw something awaken inside her. The magic she had tapped into earlier surged through her, filling her with a power she hadn’t known existed. The ground around her glowed with radiant light, the vines responding to her will.
With a flick of her wrist, Gwen sent a powerful wave of energy toward Lara, knocking her off her feet and into the air.
Lara hit the ground hard, gasping for breath. She tried to stand, but Gwen was already on her feet, her eyes glowing with newfound strength. The stones of the arena shifted under Gwen’s control, trapping Lara in a prison of magic and vines.
Lara struggled, but it was no use. Gwen’s power was too much for her. The fear that had once controlled Lara was now her downfall.
“I don’t need to prove anything to you,” Gwen said, her voice strong and steady, even as tears leaked from her eyes. She took a step forward, the glow around her dimming as she regained control of her magic. “Or to anyone.”
The high sorcerer’s voice rang out, declaring Gwen the winner. The crowd erupted into cheers, but Gwen wasn’t listening. She stood tall, for the first time fully embracing the power inside her.
As I watched her, my vision blurred again. The whispers around me faded, and everything went black once more, but not before I heard Jocelyn shriek in defeat. I smiled, proud of my little pumpkin.
“Rest for now. I’ll wake you when it’s your turn.” I finally gave into the darkness.
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