I pushed my chair back and spun out of the way. My heart was pounding in my ears. I didn't know what to do. But... I also did know what to do.

I let instinct guide me as I formed balls of fire and sent them racing towards him. He dodged only for the balls of fire to twist in their path. The first one struck him in the shoulder, catching him by surprise. He twisted, in an almost dance-like pattern as he avoided the rest and something about the way he moved struck a chord of familiarity as he sent out shards of ice.

I danced out of the way of some and then took over control of others, letting them melt or sending them back towards him. I felt him trying to over power my magic and take over the fire and ice I sent his way but my power drew in that ancient magic that surrounded us, strengthening my magic.

"You are more powerful than I had expected you to be at this point of your rebirth." He hissed as he struggled to put out the purple fire on his pant leg.

"Thank you." The fire flared, singing his skin.

"Although, I believe it is time for this silly little dance to end." He hissed and slammed that strange ceptor into the ground. When the boom from the ceptor hit my ears I found myself unable to move.

Fear clutched my heart as I struggled. This wrong inky feeling coated my skin and then I could see it. That black inky magic clutching to me. I fought it, starting to find the cracks in the dark magic as Hellion started to walk forward.

When I looked into the king's eyes I didn't see a king, I saw a little boy holding my hand and running across the sandy beach that had sand so white I almost couldn't believe it was real.

"Don't look at me like that." He whispered as he stood only a few feet away.

"Like what?" I choked out.

"With sympathy." He spat and then I noticed it, felt the wrongness, felt it in my bones.

"Your magic used to be lavender." I whispered as I looked at him. "It used to be like mine. I made you," the words coming out of my mouth stunned me, "I made you with the hair the color of the Angel Peak beaches and the eyes the color of the Onyx Myths Mountains, my two favorite places in this world."

"That means nothing." He hissed and the power holding me tightened.

"Your magic was like mine, a lavender with a gold sheen." I gasped. "That ceptor... whatever it is, whatever you made it out of, is corrupting your powers, and in turn, it is corrupting your soul." I knew what I said was the truth. I felt it deep in my bones, an ancient sort of knowledge that felt entirely too real.

"That is where you are wrong, mother." He spat into my face. "This ceptor has given me the true strength you never could have given to me even when you were all powerful."

"Leon..." I whispered and something ancient woke up within me. That same power that was around us in the air started pulsing in my blood. "I could have given you so much more than false hope." My voice sounded strange.

"I don't want anything from you." He spat and swung his ceptor, hitting me in the back of the head.

That ancient feeling crumbled as I hit the ground. Everything started to go dark, everything started to hurt but I still reached for my son.