Ogron used to love this part: the thrill of stripping a fairy of her magic, the sheer exhilaration as their energy surged through him.

But fairy by fairy, the enjoyment he got from it grew less and less until it became more of a mundane task than a pleasure. Even the chase was predictable and, quite frankly, painfully easy.

Still, he couldn't help but feel the least bit excited with this one- all their hard work over the past 100 years about to pay off.

~We have company~

His voice rang through their heads.

Of course, Gantlos knew this already.

Though he'd only been observing the blue haired girl for mere seconds, it felt like hours.

He had already absorbed every little detail about her: how her fingertips were calloused but her palms were completely smooth, how her breathing was irregular and panicked but her face showed no fear.

~She listens to her music far too loudly~

He said accidentally, picking up the small vibrations that emitted from her headset. Even though they had mastered telepathy over the past 100 years, Gantlos still slipped up sometimes.

~What?~

Anagan questioned.

~Nothing~

Anagan's gaze flicked confusedly to his brother but someone else caught his eye.

She was ethereal. Emerald eyes, silk pink dress, glistening green wings.

~Shit~

~You said it~

Duman replied, a hunger in his eyes. He looked down at the ground, smirking. It was always fun toying with fairies.

~Oh shit~

~Yeah, Anagan, you've said that alread-~

A blinding flash of green light smacked into Duman's chest, sending him flying backwards. He landed heavily amongst the fragments of splintered wood, pain searing through his body.

Their connection broken, the vortex began to disperse.

The screeching wind calmed and the dark clouds vanished, the sky returning to a deep orange colour as the sun disappeared behind the trees of the nearby park.

Roxy's body thudded to the ground. The sound echoed hollowly around the car park.

Music still pulsed distantly from inside the bar, waves still crashed rhythmically on the shore as if nothing had happened.

The green aura faded slightly from Flora's hands, as she landed gently next to Musa, but still lingered faintly as her face pinched in concentration.

Duman grunted, pushing himself up off the ground and brushing the splinters off his arms.

He walked to slowly to join the others, anger burning in the pit of his stomach.

Glowering at the fairy who had made a fool of him, his fingernails dug sharply into his palms and his lips drew back into an animalistic snarl.

"Well, this is unexpected." Ogron broke the silence.

His voice came across sly and cool, but Musa detected the slightest trace of annoyance within it.

"I'm sorry about that friend of yours."

Flora shivered at the intensity of his eyes and felt herself step back.

"You will be." Musa grimaced.

The glowing in Flora's hands began to intensify as she readied an attack, but she was interrupted by a cold hand on her arm. She glanced to her left to see Musa, her closed eyes twitching slightly, concentrating- no- listening.

A faint, fluttering heartbeat sounded in Musa's ears.

Roxy's heartbeat.

~

"Oh my gosh, where are they?" Stella rolled her eyes impatiently, toying with the stalk of the strawberry from Sky's questionable attempt at a smoothie.

Riven merely scoffed in response, causing Stella to frown at him disapprovingly. She knew his indifference was merely pretence- he obviously cared about Musa.

"Woah, Stel. Didn't know you were a nature fairy." Brandon exclaimed, somewhat jokingly.

"What do you mean? I'm not..." Her voice trailed away as she brought her hand closer to her face. Her head cocked to the side, watching in awe as the stalk she had been holding began to grow, wrapping itself slowly round her finger.

"What the..." Sky mumbled, staring at the stalk as it began to branch, the new shoots beginning to intertwine themselves with her other fingers.

The plant wound its way delicately round her wrist and started to climb up her arm, small white flowers sprouting randomly on each branch.

"That is so weir-"

"Flora." Helia interrupted Riven, his eyes wide. "She might be in trouble!"

"Come on." Bloom said quietly. They all got up swiftly and walked towards the entrance, Brandon hurriedly throwing a mix of notes and coins on the counter.

"I hope this covers it, Rick!" He called behind him to the confused bartender.

"Oh- Okay! If you see Roxy tell her to hurry up with those strawberries!"

Brandon nodded curtly before following the others out the door.

~

"Not much of a talker, are we?" Ogron smiled evilly.

Flora held her position, the green aura still flickered faintly around her hands as she tried to send a message to the others.

"Doesn't matter I suppose," he continued, his smile developing into a sneering grin, "can't talk anyway... when your dead."

Flora's blood ran cold. Musa gripped her arm tighter, holding her breath.

~Go~

Duman didn't need to be told twice.

He leapt forward, emitting a blinding light that forced the fairies to shield their eyes. As the glow faded, a grizzly bear with topaz yellow eyes stalked towards them.

He snarled, his claws scraping through the ground as he got closer and closer.

Without warning, he swung at them.

Flora barely had time to raise a shield before his sharp claws scraped across its surface with such force, it fractured immediately.

Luckily, it granted enough time for them to jump back out of range.

"Enchantix!" Musa transformed.

Gantlos only watched, encapsulated by the way her transparent wings reflected the golden rays of the setting sun.

"Flora, hold him still." Musa called, flicking her head towards the growling beast.

"Luxuriant ivy!" The nature fairy weaved her hand craftily through the air as thick shoots erupted from the earth, swiftly wrapping around the bear's legs, rendering him completely immobilised.

Duman roared deafeningly in outrage, but was cut off by a vine wrapping itself around his muzzle, forcing his jaw shut.

Flora smirked at him, pleased with her work.

~Ooh, she got you~

Anagan scoffed.

~Shut the fuck up and help me~

Anagan chuckled aloud but readied himself nonetheless.

He charged at Flora, moving so fast he became nothing more than a blur.

This time, there was no way she could have raised her shield.

He collided with her, at the last second releasing a burst of dark magic, blasting her backwards.

She struck the ground jarringly, crying out.

"Magic bass boom!" Musa put her arms out in front of her shooting wave after wave of magic at the bear, still rooted to the ground.

Gantlos sighed, finally intervening.

Stepping forward, he shot a seismic wave- not at her directly but at her attack. It was calculated: enough force to completely counter the attack but not enough to overpower it.

Gantlos had always been strategic- every move he made was planned and he never acted on instinct. That would make him far too vulnerable. He didn't see any value in extremism.

He only ever used the power he needed to, never more, never less.

And above all, he was always in control.

This time, however, was different.

As their attacks crashed into each other, a few feet away from Duman, electricity sparked inside Gantlos. He stumbled forward, his eyes wide with surprise.

This girl was an anomaly it seemed.

Duman finally ripped through the vines, transforming back into his original form.

"I'm fucking sick of this." He spat, wiping his mouth with his arm. Suddenly, Flora caught his eye, Anagan stood over her his mouth twisted up into a crooked smile.

"Back off, Anagan." He said, stalking towards her, an evil glint in his eyes, "She's mine."

~

Musa panted for breath, her arms still wearily held out in front of her.

What the hell was that?

Mere moments before, her whole body felt as if it had been engulfed in crackling static.

Though it left behind a stinging sensation, she also felt a sense of elation- one that she found she relished.

The two stood locked in deathly silence for what felt like hours.

"Who are you?" Musa finally called to him. She was so focused on him; his guarded eyes, his unreadable expression that she didn't even notice her friend behind her fighting a losing battle.

The wizard seemed to consider her question for a moment, as if even he didn't know who he was.

"A threat." His voice was deep and gravelly- around 85 hertz from what Musa could tell.

She could tell a lot about a person from their voice; certain words that carry more emphasis are often linked to emotional experience, or how pitch increases fractionally when a person is lying.

But from this man's voice, she could tell nothing. Even his heartbeat had a steady rhythm- he was perfectly composed.

And it bothered her.

"Clearly." Her hands glowed purple as she readied an attack. "Sound Wave!"

That same electric exhilaration ignited inside her as he countered her attack with ease, but what excited her the most wasn't the mysterious charge pulsing round her body, but the sound of his heartbeat- suddenly fast and irregular.

Though his face remained stoic, she could tell... he felt it too.

~

"Payback time." Duman snarled, all traces of sadistic enjoyment long gone- he wanted her dead.

Flora saw his blurry outline tower over her as she struggled for breath, the wind knocked out of her lungs and her head spinning from the impact of that Anagan's attack.

A hazy ball of purple magic began to form in his hands, growing larger and more malevolent by the second.

Watching him raise the spell above his head, Anagan couldn't help but feel a twinge of remorse for her, though his eyes remained cold. 

Even though he had come to accept that the world was a cruel and uncaring place long ago, he still felt shame tug on his conscience- that her world had to end so soon.

And so, as Duman delivered the final blow, he looked away.

"Enchanted Moon Shield!"

A sphere of golden light enveloped the wounded fairy, protecting her from the brunt of Duman's attack before shattering into thousands of golden sparkles.

Anagan's head snapped back, searching for the source of magic.

"Stella." Flora croaked, her eyes not fully open, as she shakily pushed herself up off the ground.

She was met, however, with a cold, hard boot in her side that shoved her down, pinning her in place.

"I'm not finished with you." Duman growled, not even deigning to look at her, but instead searching the darkened skies.

Anagan looked at him sourly. Duman was having all the fun.

"Get away from her, you villain! Or you will feel the magic of the princess of Solaria!" A defiant voice called out behind them.

The wizards spun round to be met with a blond fairy stood a few meters away. Her eyes were set on his, her brows furrowed.

Duman had encountered his fair share of fairies in the past, but these girls were different.

Their wings shimmered with glittering dust and were complex and delicate- not like the simplistic translucency of the Earth fairies.

Even their magic felt different.

She stared at him with such burning determination, it made him smile.

"What the fuck is Solaria?" Duman laughed.

He pressed down harder on Flora's ribcage, causing her to cry out in pain, her hands weakly trying to push him off her. His smirk grew wider as he watched the Stella's breath hitch, her eyes panicked.

"Ocean of Light!" She hurled the spell at him at such speed that he would have had a hard time dodging it had Anagan not stepped in front of him, countering it with a swift wave of dark magic.

~I had it covered~

Duman muttered irritably.

~Yeah yeah, of course you did~

~Whatever~

Anagan glanced behind him smugly, Duman rolling his eyes in response.

Stella saw her opening.

"Solar Blast!"

Anagan collided forcefully into Duman and they landed in a heap, dirt and dust swirling violently around them.

Flora gasped for air as the pressure lifted off her chest.

"Oh my god, are you alright?" Stella kneeled by her side, her eyes scanning over her worriedly, searching for injuries.

She gently lifted her up off the ground, inspecting her hands and arms as she did so- just to make sure Flora was okay.

"Thanks to you, Stel." Flora assured her through gritted teeth, although her whole body ached.

"The specialists are gearing up. They'll be here any minute." Stella informed, looking behind her at the collapsed wizards, the smell of burnt leather stinging her nose.

Flora nodded slowly; thank goodness Helia would be here soon to help her.

But then another thought occurred to her.

"Where's Bloom?"

~

A dark figure crouched over the motionless girl on the ground, his hand gently brushing her candy pink hair off her face.

He was completely oblivious to the chaos around him; the thud of bodies hitting the ground, the whizzing of spells through the air.

After 100 years, he was mere inches away from the last piece of the puzzle- this small, fragile girl.

"Get away from her."

Just like that, Ogron's train of thought was broken. He breathed out a long, exasperated breath before turning his head to face the voice.

A redhead, he noted, although her hair was notable less crimson in colour than his, with more tints of orange instead. Her eyes were blue like his, but much warmer than his own.

But what really caught his attention were her wings. They were not short and simplistic like the other fairies he'd known, but long and detailed, full of patterns and colours. They even shimmered brighter.

"What's your name, fairy?" He asked nonchalantly as he stood up.

Bloom shifted her weight, taking a more defensive stance. Ogron noticed her eyes continuously flicking to the girl on the ground.

"Relax. She's not dead."

The fairy's stance didn't relax but her gaze did now focus solely on him.

A small smile formed in the corner of his lips.

"Yours first." She finally responded.

"Ogron, leader of the wizards of the black circle." He introduced himself, sweeping his arm across him in a mock bow. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss..."

"Bloom."

"Miss Bloom." He smiled eerily at her as he said her name, sending a shiver down her spine.

"What do you want with Roxy?" Bloom demanded, a façade of assertiveness masking her true anxiety.

"I'm afraid that our business with Roxy is of no concern to you," Ogron said, putting on his most courteous voice, "poor sweetheart."

Bloom felt her blood boil and her fingernails dug painfully into her clenched fists.

"Now either you can take your fairy friends, fly away and none of you get hurt," He mimed a bird fluttering away with his hands, "or we can do this the hard way."

"I like a challenge." Bloom growled, rising into the air, a flaming ball of magic building in her hand.

Ogron smirked, fairies were so easy to provoke.

"Dragon fury!" She shot the spell down at him and the magic struck his open palm, the impact causing the dust and sand from the floor to swirl around him.

Bloom's jaw dropped. Ogron remained perfectly still, completely unfazed, completely unharmed.

"I have bad news for you, Bloom." He grinned up at her maliciously.

"Fairy magic. Doesn't work. On me."  

~

"The pink is bold statement. Not everyone can pull it off." Stella called out to the pink-haired wizard who had finally managed to untangle himself from his dark-haired counterpart.

She wasn't quite sure what she was doing, her only goal was to give Flora enough time to reach Roxy.

She watched the wizard looking her up and down, his hooked nose and fierce eyes making him look like a predatory bird; an eagle.

"Why thank you, princess." He called back, grunting as he hoisted Anagan up next to him.

Anagan's eyes flicked to the nature fairy who was travelling across the car park to Roxy with alarming velocity.

Oh no you don't, he thought, and took off behind her before Stella or Duman could utter a word.

Shit, Stella thought, left in a trail of dust. Okay as long as I can keep this guy away, she should be able to handle that other one.

"Ah, but I never said you could pull it off." She smirked, turning back to face him.

Duman scowled- he really couldn't get a win today.

He transformed, but much to his surprise Stella did not shield her eyes, though her look of surprise at seeing a large back eagle and its gleaming yellow eyes stood before her was the same as all the others.

How interesting.

"Alright then, beast boy," she said, readying herself, "let's go for a fly."

Skilfully concealing her nerves, she took off out of the car park, praying that he would follow.

As she flew towards a nearby park, and allowed herself a glance behind to see if Duman had taken her offer.

The eagle was following close behind her, and Stella slowly breathed out a sigh of relief, though she couldn't deny the fear that was intermingled.

Her mind was flooded with questions.

Who were these men?

What did they want with Roxy?

Regret tugged at the back of her mind; her decision to isolate herself from the rest of the group may not have been the smartest.

She dove down into the lush, green canopy of trees, trying to conceal herself from her pursuer, weaving between the angular branches. But much to her dismay, Duman was equally as agile and had no trouble keeping up with her.

She flew lower, only meters from the ground now and suddenly veered left into a clearing in a final attempt to shake him off her tail. She looked backwards and grinned as Duman, not expecting her sudden change in direction, couldn't turn in time and disappeared from view within the trees.

Stella landed in the clearing surrounded by a thick impenetrable barrier of bramble bushes and tall trees blocking out the low sun behind her. The foliage cast long, dark shadows across the grass, pointing to her only exit- the way she had come in.

She cautiously began to make her way towards the way out but froze as the tall, lean figure of Duman rounded the corner, blocking her exit.

"I understand you luring me away to save your friend. No risk, no reward, am I right?" Duman began to stalk slowly towards her, a taunting grin plastered on his face. "But cornering yourself alone, isn't the smartest move."

"You know," she called to him, holding her ground, "I never got to try a mango smoothie because of you."

Duman snickered as he approached her.

"Well then, if you stop meddling, I'll buy you a drink after this is all over."

"Save your money. You'll need it to drown your sorrows once I've beaten you." She teased, but he didn't falter.

Suddenly she realised how close the wizard had gotten.

Stella stepped backwards, trying desperately to put as much distance between them as possible but collided with rough bark behind her.

In one swift movement he grabbed her wrist and forced her arm upwards, pinning it against the tree. He placed his free arm forcefully on the other side of her head, trapping her.

Stella stopped moving, stopped breathing, like a deer caught in headlights.

"Doesn't look like it's going your way so far, princess."

Frustration rolled over her but when she opened her mouth to retaliate, no sound came out.

Duman smirked at her loss for words.

Everything was so silent, she was certain he could hear her heart pounding in her chest. She had to get out of this, but his grip around her arm was tight and unwavering.

Strength alone would not be enough to break free.

"My God you're hot." Duman whispered, his voice sounding strained and somewhat uncomfortable.

A smile spread across Stella's face as she channelled her sun magic.

"Fuck, you're really hot." His breathing became quick and irregular, the grip on her wrist loosening slightly.

Her body seemed to glow with golden heat.

"Ow damn it, fairy!" He yelled snatching his arms away.

He clasped his hand tightly, sucking in a breath through gritted teeth. He shakily opened his fist to find his palm raw, the skin peeled away by the heat.

"Sorry, that's Solaria for you." Stella shrugged cheekily, her heartbeat finally returning to a normal rhythm. "But, hey, now your hand matches your hair. It really brings your colour palette together."

The golden glow faded as she allowed her skin to cool off and while Duman was still distracted, she hastily leapt into the air, perfectly executing her escape.

~

As Flora flew across the car park, only one word filled her mind.

Roxy.

Bloom had drawn their leader away and Stella was buying her time. But not much.

She had to move faster.

Then suddenly behind her... footsteps. Impossibly fast, so much so that it sounded more like the thrum of a hummingbird's wings.

Meaning it could only be one person gaining on her.

"And where do you think you're going?" Anagan blocked her path, mere metres from the unconscious girl, his lip curled into a smile and his arms folded across his chest.

Flora drew in a deep breath, readying herself for the fight.

"Isn't it obvious?" Mimicking his pose as she said it.

Immediately, she seized up, shocked by her own boldness.

She worriedly searched his expression for any hints of anger or aggression but much to her surprise found only intrigue.

"Oh I like you." His voice was low and gravelly, and he slowly took off his trench coat, dropping it on the ground in preparation for their fight.

Flora felt her cheeks flush in chagrin.

"Most fairies cower at the sight of the mighty Anagan," he continued, sarcastically flexing his muscles at her. 

Although she rolled her eyes at him, she couldn't help but be impressed by his broad shoulders and strong arms, accentuated by the tight black and red t-shirt he wore.

Remembering where she was, she raised an eyebrow at him.

He was stalling.

"And what about you tree hugger? What's your name?" He smirked, raising an eyebrow back.

"Flora." She replied bluntly. "And it's more likely that those fairies recoil in disgust. Your sense of humour is abysmal."

Although the sweetest smile played on her lips, Anagan noticed how her eyes widened ever so slightly, as if she continued to surprise herself with her own remarks.

It was almost entertaining.

"Tsk, now that wasn't very polite, was it? I thought you fairies of all people would have some manners." He said teasingly, straightening up. "Guess I'll just have to teach you some respect the hard way."

She thrust her chin up defiantly and clenched her fists, making him grin wickedly. He loved how she was trying to prove herself to him.

"Winter's End!" Flora yelled before he could had a chance to do anything, sending three golden sparks at him that exploded on impact, sending him flying back into a nearby car.

He grimaced at the piercing whistle of its alarm as he shakily got up, brushed himself off with an air of nonchalance and refocused his attention on her.

Flora gulped as she saw the dent in the brick red car, but upon finding a smirk on the wizard's face, quickly wiped all expression off her own.

"You're quick, tree hugger. Powerful too." He chuckled, his hands glowing a subtle purple. Regrettably, their little fight would have to end- Anagan had already wasted enough time on this one.

"Nice of you to say." She leant into her hip and smiled so sweetly, he almost couldn't tell her voice was laced with sarcasm.

Anagan studied her face one last time.

Her emerald eyes glistened back at him.

There was something so encapsulating about them. It was a shame this would all be over to quickly. He would have liked to look at them a little longer.

He sighed.

He aimed.

He fired.

He didn't flinch as her body hit the ground.

Anagan walked towards her slowly. Crouching beside the girl, spluttering for breath, his gaze hardened.

"It's not personal." He whispered to her. "But we both have a job to do."

She rolled away from him, still coughing hoarsely.

He sighed, standing up, when suddenly she slammed her hand into the dirt.

It shone a bright green and immediately thick green shoots erupted out of the earth, latching around Anagan's wrists and ankles.

He yanked his arms upwards, fighting to break free but the vines only wound around his body tighter and tighter.

"What the-"

The more he pulled to get free, the more ivy sprouted from the ground, binding him to the spot.

He grunted in frustration, writhing in the ivy that continued to chain him in place, until eventually he gave up, rendered completely immobile.

Finally the glow faded from Flora's hand and she weakly pushed herself off the ground, sharp pain still echoing around her body.

"How did you-"

"Like you said," Flora whispered breathlessly, locking eyes with him, "we both have a job to do."

She patted him on the shoulder in mock pity, gritting her teeth before limping away and left Anagan gaping behind her.

~

"So what? You're not gonna hit me?" Musa called to her opponent, edging him on. She found herself studying his eyes. They were... dead.

There was no life in them. No light. Just nothing.

Gantlos just stood, stony faced, watching her. He didn't move an inch.

Was he afraid of that electric feeling that she knew he had felt?

Without thinking, she sent a sound wave flying at him.

He responded instantly, digging his heels into the ground, anchoring himself and held his palms out.

Musa prepared herself for the electrifying sensation however, to her surprise, the wizard didn't counter- didn't dare give her that satisfaction.

The wave hit Gantlos' hands and he gritted his teeth through the pain, the spell forcing him backwards, his heels scraping along the dirt. Though his efforts to resist on his strength alone were more than commendable, he was quickly overpowered and knocked to ground.

Fine. If that's how you want to play it.

Musa rose into the air, summoning purple energy in both hands.

She drew power from all sources of sound: the ever-constant rhythm of the bar's music, the grating whine of a car alarm, right down to the sound of her breathing, the sound of his breathing.

She looked down Gantlos who was staring right back at her, eyes wide.

He knew what she was doing.

He got up slowly, never taking his eyes off her, and let out one slow breath.

Without warning Gantlos shot forward a black wave of energy.

Musa's eyes widened in surprise as she saw the spell hurtling towards her and she instinctively released her own magic back at him.

Their attacks collided in mid air and a deafening crash echoed around the car park.

In that exact moment- the point of impact- Musa felt her whole body convulse, electricity crackling through her veins.

In those few seconds nothing else existed. 

Evil and good blended into one. Black and white made grey. Wizards and fairies were one and the same.

But when the remnants of electricity within her eventually faded, slowly the world was brought back to normal around her.

And a quiet ringing started to sound in her ears.

Musa shivered, looking at the man in front of her. She could see his chest rising and falling exhaustedly, his mouth hanging slightly open as he sucked in each breath.

But when she looked into his eyes, she didn't see hatred staring straight back at her, just resignation.

Gantlos just looked... tired.

A wave of pity rolled over Musa and she shivered again.

What was happening? Shouldn't she hate him for what he did to Roxy?

Shouldn't she be attacking him with all the strength she had?

She closed her eyes and let out the breath she'd been holding, trying to channel the sounds around her to clear her mind but now all she could find were those of energy beams, bodies thrown to the ground, evil laughter, which only clouded her thoughts further.

The monotonous ring continued to sound in her eyes.

She let out a series of sound waves, each one stronger than the last, trying to release all of the tension that was slowly building inside her.

Gantlos dodged each attack with ease and retaliated with his own set of equally violent attacks.

The electricity sparked in her again and the drone in her ears became more intense, as if powered by the current running through her.

She determinedly ignored it, launching more attacks, but it only grew louder- more persistent.

Gantlos moved skilfully- not once attempting to overpower her, but even his magic began to feel more charged.

Her cheeks flushed red with heat, like the electricity was warming her blood and the ringing became even sharper, even louder.

Musa winced, stumbling forward slightly. Her conflicted thoughts swirled around her mind as she forced out more soundwaves.

The ringing grew louder and louder as they fought more and more; the attacks faster and faster, stronger and stronger.

The streetlamps that illuminated the dark car park began to flicker.

Electricity surged through her capillaries, her muscle tissue, her whole skeleton. Every fibre of her being felt as if 400 volts was passing through it simultaneously.

As the screeching ring became unbearable, the flickering became more violent and some of the bulbs sparked aggressively.

The bar's music thudded louder and louder the lights flashed brighter and brighter.

Musa stopped attacking, clamping her hands to the side of head.

She bent over, screaming in agony at the ground but she couldn't even hear her own voice over the deafening shriek in her ears.

Gantlos gasped for breath, his eyes wide, and stumbled backwards hastily.

Suddenly, Musa felt two heavy hands land on her shoulders and pull her upright.

Through blurry eyes, saw a man with spiky magenta hair and a worried expression stare back at her.

His mouth was moving but she couldn't hear the words coming out.

The streetlamps around them flashed like strobe lights.

Electricity pulsed through her.

Where was she?

She tried to move but her limbs were numb and unresponsive.

She couldn't see. Couldn't hear.

The last shred of control over the magic within her evaporated.

Musa breathed out a sigh of relief... and let go.