(In the rewrite, Val makes an appearance before Scene 52 and restores Augustine’s magic. He will use it to help them battle Moll and her goons.)
Reva still held her close as they supported each other. “Shit, Afra. This witch doesn’t show any signs of retreating. It is going to take more than our human strength to fight her. We can’t transform, so our gargoyles are useless. But—”
“—I can,” said Afra.
Reva looked at her and nodded.
“She’s too strong, Afra. We are no match for her during the day, while our gargoyles sleep,” said Reva. “It will be up to you.”
“I need a minute,” Afra told Reva.
“I don’t think we have a minute.” Reva motioned towards the approaching Moll.
Afra could see the rage and anger in Moll’s face as she approached. No longer did the witch walk with the elegance and the grace of her social standing. Her strides were long and heavy, her hunched shoulders followed her long, vulture-like neck. Dark blue-purple veins mapped her cheeks and bulged across her forehead. Her sunken eyes flared red in her ashen face.
Afra felt empowered by the look of Moll. It was as if the witch had lost control of her rage and composure. Moll’s rage had left her vulnerable and Afra knew she needed to act quickly. Moll needed to pay for the suffering she caused.
For centuries Afra had been kept in a stone prison, of Moll’s making. She was alone and felt forgotten. Now, as she looked around her, she realized that she had people in her life that mattered and she mattered to them. She began this journey to break free of the stone curse, but now she had people in her life that she felt she needed to protect. She needed to rid this world of Moll, not only for her sake but for the sake of others. For if Moll existed, they would never be free of threats. They would always be fighting to survive. Moll had to be destroyed. The destruction of Moll might rid them all of the curses she imposed on them.
Before Afra could act, she heard her brother’s voice.
“Mother! Stop this!” Constant stepped in front of Moll.
The witches’ eyes ablaze with rage, she looked at Constant as if she didn’t recognize him and pushed him aside. Constant staggered and Afra watched helplessly as her brother’s head made contact with a large rock. He fell limp and silent.
“Constant!” Afra broke away from Reva and staggered towards her brother’s body.
She felt Moll’s clawlike hand wrap around her arm and spin her around. She came face to face with the witch. She felt Moll’s hot breath on her face as her lips moved. Afra realized that Moll was casting a spell.
Afra felt a vice grip take hold of her, crushing her. She felt her feet leave the ground as she floated in the air. Then she came crashing down.
“Now, your monster sleeps like the others,” Moll said.
Afra felt it. Her gargoyle slept.
“Hahahaha.” A deep-throated cackle filled the air. “I have lived centuries and you thought you could defeat me… I should have crushed you centuries ago, my gargoyle princess, and saved me this annoyance. I’ve had enough. Today I will end you all.”
Afra braced herself.
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Augustine turned to see Val in the bushes. She held her finger to her lips. She looked towards Moll. Augustine saw her lips move as she chanted and her hands moved in a circular motion widening as she gave voice to her chant. Val stood and the others turned towards her. Augustine saw the sky turn purple, blue, and red. Sparks danced as the colors of blue, purple, yellow, and red formed a churning portal.
Augustine saw Val look towards Reva, motioning towards Moll and then the portal. Augustine understood.
Reva quickly moved towards Moll but Moll saw Reva’s intention and with a shriek formed a ball of fire and shot it at Reva, Reva fell and lay motionless.
“Nooo!” Val screamed and ran towards Reva. She suffered the same fate. The fireball struck her in the chest. She fell near Reva.
Moll wasn’t done. A fireball began to form in her palms and it grew as Moll quickened the pace of her hands. Augustine saw her pull her arms close to her body, and then she pushed the fireball forward in Afra’s direction. But, before anyone else could move, Constant jumped in front of the fireball.
“My son!” Moll screamed and ran to Constant. She lifted him in her arms and looked at Afra. A bright bolt struck Moll sending her through the portal with Constant in her arms. The portal closed quickly. ( Add more description to this action)
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“Constant! Nooooooo,” cried Afra. She heard someone screaming in heartbreaking agony. Realizing the agonizing scream came from her. She collapsed to the ground.
“Afra.” She felt Augustine’s embrace. He held her tight and she buried her head into him as scream after scream escaped her.
“Why? Why?” she wailed.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop him.” Sadie came and tried to comfort her.
Upon hearing her voice, Afra felt rage towards Sadie and then realized that Augustine had also played a role in taking her brother from her. She jerked away from Augustine’s embrace as if he was fire.
“Get away from me.” She felt herself losing control to her gargoyle. You did this. Both of you. I had my brother back and you took him away again.” She felt the searing fire within her veins as the rage flowed through her body. The pain of her transformation had begun. She didn’t fight it, she wanted them to feel the pain she felt.
“Afra! Stop this.”
Somewhere distant Afra heard Reva’s voice. She felt hands on her face. She tried to jerk her head away but the hands held her steadfast. She looked into someone’s face; her rage making her unable to focus.
“Afra. You don’t want to do this.” Reva’s voice penetrated the noise of rage in her head.
Reva’s face came into focus. Afra saw the red in Reva’s eyes. They were the eyes of Reva’s gargoyle. Her eyes held Afra’s gargoyle. Afra began to feel her transformation slow and her anger fade.
“That’s it, girl. Take control.”
Afra felt Reva release her and she collapsed into her arms. Someone scooped her up and carried her away. She closed her eyes against the heartbreak.
The soft linens were comforting. Afra knew she was back in her cottage at Sadies’ farm. (Refer to Sadie’s compound as a farm in rewrite.) She fought to stay awake but lost.
Images of her childhood occupied her dreams. She ran the field with Constant and hunted for game. They came upon a wild boar and began the chase which ended with Afra’s arrow taking the boar down. Her family ate well that evening.
Afra opened her eyes. Augustine was sitting by her bedside. His eyes were closed. She had not had the chance to really look at him since his return. She took the time to look at every inch of his face. His head rested on the back of the chair. His long dark eyelashes fluttered as slept. His hair was shorter than she remembered with slight grey at his temples. Witches don’t age and they have the power to appear younger than they are but she knew Augustine’s appearance was genuine not an illusion. (Go back and add a scar to his face, so he is not perfect. Maybe in a fight with Moll, or Emrys, or from the shard of glass when they fought the first dark gargoyle). She touched his face and his eyes fluttered open revealing the color of his eyes. (ck on the color of his eyes) He smiled and looked tenderly at her. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips.
Tears flowed out of his eyes. “When I returned to the cemetery and you weren’t there…I thought I had lost you forever.”
“I thought you had abandoned me…I should have known better…” She felt her tears down her cheeks.
“Shhh, let’s not think about the past, let’s think about what the future holds.”
“What does our future hold?” she asked looking into his face.
“Our future is what we make it. One thing I know is that we will face the future together.”
He moved nearer and tenderly kissed her lips. She moved her lips in response. Her heart beat faster as butterfly wings fluttered in her chest.
“Ahem,” Reva stood in the doorway.
“Reva… I thought she’d killed you,” Afra said.
Reva put her hand on her chest. “I thought so too. The force knocked the breath out of me and I passed out. I came to in time to see your anger awaken your gargoyle.”
“That is something I don’t understand. Moll cast a spell that kept me from transforming. I felt my gargoyle sleep. So how did I begin my transformation later?”
“It is possible that the spell broke when she disappeared, through the portal,” Augustine said.
“Do you think that your curse is broken as well?” Afra asked Reva.
“We won’t know until nightfall. However, I don’t think that it did. I feel my gargoyle is still with me.” With a deep sigh, Reva walked away.
“Where do you think Moll went?” Afra asked.
“I can’t say, but I hope it is a place where she can no longer harm us.”
“Constant is with her. Do you think he lives?”
Augustine’s arms went around her and she rested in his arms.
- : Fantasy
- : Ignore grammar and spelling. Scene out of sequence.