And with that, in one blink of an eye, the shadow of Gaal the witch, one of the three
witches with their love of discord and chaos and anarchy was, after three hundred and ten
years, washed away forever from the town of Glendale that night.
Amy's power had across the curse's 'circuit board' destroyed the connections between the
various turns in the Wolf Pack... reducing the curse among them back into a mindless
curse with no true will of it's own, and no one had any intention of giving it time to
reconnect and become fully aware again.
The pack members wandered about in a daze, the absolute shock of Truth and Clarity
being placed upon their shoulders caused them all at the manor to cease what they were
doing, some dropping valuable antiques onto the floor.
Martha herself, hated it. The assurance in her mind she was beautiful, the pure and
absolute sense of duty and purpose were all gone, it left a horrid emptiness inside her as
she fell to her knees and hugged herself, closing all six of her eyes, all six misting up in
tears. The curse mindlessly suckled on this like a newborn on a mother's breasts.
Mr. P... didn't feel all that different. He felt didn't know if he should feel disgusted at
eating a stray cat or not... he knew he had been driven by slavish devotion to his great-
grandchild... And he had lost his business ... But right now Martha needed some emotional
help, and there was no one else to give to her as he rubbed again her, whispering in her
ear that he found her beautiful.
Bart and Jenny were on their hands and knees taking the shock much worse than others,
they were children after all. They had betrayed their loyal employees by creating the empty
shadows. Something Bart as an adult had consider intolerable. Jenny curled up shaking as
she beheld the truth of the miniature kingdom she was to inherit.
Marcy and Kevin hugged each other, wishing someone, anyone would hug the both of
them. They didn't WANT to think about everything they had lost from their rebirth into the
pack, they didn't WANT to think of their life accomplishment simply washed away. Their
single greatest desire, was for mommy Kaylee to come, hug them, and tell them that
everything was alright and was going to be alright.
Zelipe, was confused more than anything, horrendously confused. It was better for those
who had been statues not to be statue right? Then how could it have been wrong? It
wasn't right for his life as Zelda to be cut short like that, but... and his sister... Zelipe's
head hurt.
The six shadows bumped and smacked into each other as their tried to act as Jenny and
Bart would... but now possessing not so much egos as echos of Jennifer Smith The First
and Bartholomew tied to the unquestioned will of Bart and Jenny, the shadows found their
actions deadlocked.
In the storage room beside her entrance and exit mirror Alice stood about seeing her pack
galloping all about in a daze as if they had come face to face with a Boojum itself and had
yet somehow not been as if they had never been born. She observed this all calmly and
had not so much as twitched when the short circuit had happened. 'I have always been
able to behold who and what we were, and what we were doing with perfect objectivity.
But who I was before had nothing, and was nothing, Alice at least is someone, is
something... And so I chose I would follow you father and do as you wished.'
Frumious and manxome was what Alice felt somewhere mome, far from the mimsy broken
and gone shadow of Gaal.
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Gaal, whose name meant abomination. Gaal who had been dead for over three hundred
and ten years. Gaal, one of three witches who had sought to 'liberate' Glendale from the
'shackles' of things such as 'sanity' 'logic' and 'reason.' One of three witches, who had
wished to see the town born again into a place of pure and absolute chaos. And had been
executed along with the rest of her coven who were her sisters, one by blood the other by
coven: Golgatha. Gomorrah.
The turns among the pack in Glendale had been reduced to a utterly mindless tool of evil
with no will or intent of it's own. Within the pack, the curse had been left broken,
damaged, left with all the intellect of a mundane ape. Neither a threat on the scale Gaal's
shadow had become by any stretch of the imagination and ripe for the annihilation by
father Mike's cure.
Half-way across the world, among the gem wolves on Big Bad Island, the settlers were
rather confounded by what they were seeing.
Samantha also stared at the sky, having been on the island during the shock-wave that
had completely undone, or had effectively undone the development the curse had
undergone from the pack and pride's rapid use.
Ruby not taking her gaze away from the sky anymore than anyone else on Big Bad Island
said, "So... does anyone else hear the savage and near animalistic snarls of violet hot rage
at the pack of their minds and see the swirling black storm could that is present JUST
above our island though the rest of the surrounding sea couldn't be sunnier and calmer?"
"Everyone else I do believe." Emerald said also not taking he eyes off it, in particular when
it began to shoot purple lightning across the underside the clouds.
The curse that remained on Big Bad Island, it was nothing less than having your legs
chopped off in feeling.
And somewhere hundred of thousands of miles away in Glendale, Judas shivered. 'Only one
destroyed.' The thought crossed the catholic cat's mind.
"Whao... it's so pretty looking..." Amethyst said.
That was when the clouds underside looked like the skull of a wolf and a cat squashed
together.
"Dear." Cobalt said not able to take her eyes off it, "I have a very bad feeling about this....
dear?" Cobalt asked when Opal didn't respond but couldn't take her eyes off it.
"That's so amazing... and so...frightening..." Lawrence said his dislocated arm completely
forgotten... "And... I... feel... like... all that matters. I am Quartz. All the world turn to
chaos, all who deny the chaos twist back in misery."
Lawrence's fur took on a polished shine, his eyes becoming a solid white gradient, his hair
going baled to filling out like the rest, and the flower symbol appear on his shoulder.
All across the island, the gem colored wolves, now with Lawrence, stood staring up at the
storm, their mouthes closed and their arms at their sides and their feet together.
Samantha's glass body took on a more crystaline shine, and her eyes lost any engraving of
pupils, she stood at attention staring upwards with the rest.
The deer having been brought to the island blinked, and their eyes all turned into gold
gradients weather they had once been human or not. They formed rank and file, never
stopping looking at the storm clouds. Their horns turned sharper, their hooves longer,
their coats more rough.
Samantha entered the mirror verse, her fur now having a metallic gold shine, and her eyes
a gradient blue, on her backside the flower birth mark. Her dress was now black and red
with gold runes stitched into the sleeves and helm, ready to block he way of any who came
close to the island.
"I am Glass. Forever it must continue, Never should it stop. Never it must stop. All the
world turn to chaos and all who do not embrace the chaos turn back upon themselves in
misery." Samantha spoke in mantra.
The gem wolves Lawrence included began to draw mile long runs into the island's sand as
the deer formed a perimeter around the island... except for one pregnant doe.
Tourmaline and Carol stood calmly as they cut themselves and began to decorate
Amethyst in runes drawn in their own blood.
Amethyst walked to the center of a circle, with two other circles nearby forming a triangle.
The pregnant doe (it was not Marcine, even enslaved by the now degenerating curse she
stood by Jack's side) stood perfectly at attention in one circle, while Cobalt and Opal stood
beside each other in another.
Amethyst cut her palm and smeared it in the center of the triangle, then she slaughtered
the pregnant doe and put the unborn Fawn in the center, while Opal and Cobalt fell upon
each other and humped each other anomalistically letting out grunts and howls.
"All the world turn to chaos, all those who not embrace the chaos twist upon themselves
in misery." Amethyst spoke calmly and impassively.
Golgatha. A woman who in life wore an emerald dress and hood identical to Gaal's with
long long black hair that reached her ankles, a black cat at her side, half her face
deformed since birth that resembled a death's head.
Gomorrah. The youngest of the witch, with no familiar to call her own. Wearing a brown
hooded cape, and ruffled black dress with pearl jewelry her blond hair done in many
different and seemingly random braids like a mad child.
That was could be identified as having once been them knew, or perhaps, knew within
what had once been their souls that their time was now coming to a close... but like Japan
and Germany before them (or was that after?) they were determined to bring as much
chaos and misery to those who rejected chaos before defeat was handed to them.
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"I can't believe she fell asleep like that." June commented to her daughter, yes, her
daughter.
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"Hello Amy-chan." Amy looked to see another white wolf cub with red markings. Unlike
herself who was naked and free, this Amy had long white hair with similar brush stroke
like red marks, and a kimono following the same color pattern, on her back a bow and
quiver. The design style Amy thought looked to predate even the age of Emperor Jimmu.
"It pleases me to able to speak to you directly this time."
"Who are you?" Amy asked though she was bow before she knew it.
"I'm the one whose been with you from the beginning, I was with Ami when she fought
hard to bring reason back to the minds of... of the descendants of the sun. And I have
been along side you ever since the curse remade you into the part of the wolf pack,
Randy, Amy, we have walked along side each other... we have one last task to walk along
side each other."
"What task -sama?"
"The shadows of the evil of the two remaining witches survives in the curse that resides
within the wolves who were on Big Bad Island ... the shock had jarred the curse, turning it
more chaotic than before... even now it is twisting those there into it's defenders."
"No."
"Sadly yes Ami. But ... this is also it's last stand... it has nowhere left to run, nowhere left to
hide... and those touched by my power through you it can not twist though sheer will as it
is doing to those upon the island... The pride and the pack. It's damaged state has also
left it more vulnerable to the cure provided. This shall be our last battle together Amy. But
we need not fight it alone."
Amy nodded, "I understand."
"Let's walk together this last time Amy," The other Amy hugged her, "And let's end this
curse once and for -all!-"
"Yes."
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Amy awoke so suddenly and so quickly that it startled her parents. "Jensen-Sama! The
island! The curse on the island! It's still alive! It used Miss Caroline as a test subject, and
now it twists deer, and wolf alike to it's guardians... "
"WHAT?!" Jensen said nothing believing this, the entire party still within the office as Amy
had had her sudden cat nap.
"It is time for the final battle Jensan-sama. The sooner we strike, the less Damage it shall
do."
"AMY! How do you know these things!" June took hold of her child.
"Mother... I promise I shall tell you...but the longer we delay the more dangerous things
are becoming... Please... if you really are my mother... trust me... "
That struck like thunder inside June, and she drooped her head, she realized she'd have
preferred to keep the brainwashed that made it impossible for her to feel anything
negative towards Zackery, it would have likely made Amy's childhood an easier one.
++++++++++++
Of all the things to expect, Alice coming out of a mirror holding a white flag with a
gigantic black as night male wolf and a brownish red wolf right behind him hadn't been
among them.
The gallery lions looked up from the history books that had been in Gill's personal library
(some of them had some catching up to do).
"We surrender." Jensen said simply, "And we'd like to ask the Glendale's Pride Devision
help..."
It was midnight in Glendale, and the clock struck...
Everyone, Gill, the Pride, Paul, Serenity, Trevor, Abbey, all realized they wouldn't be
getting any sleep tonight.
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The broken shattered remains of the curse world,
"Golgatha."
"Yes Gomorrah."
"They come."
"Let them come. This'll be the last battle of the coven chaos... and we shall leave victory so
bitter that they shall have wished for defeat..."