Bara's ears wilted, crushed, broken. She had hoped that she'd die protecting the now child princess or snap Dana back to reality. And now,
WITH A GESTURE, she had proven superior to anything Bara could do, could hope to do, or could have ever done. She was already the most
powerful creature on this plane. Everything else was just formalities.
"Then Dana really is dead."
"Huh?"
"Dana never, ever, ever EVER gave up! That's what caused Astara to completely change her plans for this world back when we were humans to
begin with! And you're right Dana. I'm just an artist! Only an artist! And that means I have a better eye for details than you! I don't know if you
could see but I could! Astara HAS changed! And she's bloody changed a lot more since you lost the only thing that made Astara delighted with
this world to begin! If you had found a way to overthrow Astara and maybe makes us all human again? Maybe. But you're NOT Dana! Not the
Dana who was my friend when we were male and human, and NOT the Dana whose been my best friends for EONS. Just go away!"
"Ahhh Bara... did that little speech feel good?" Dana stroked her tail, Bara couldn't resist the urge of pleasure, "Did saying all that make you
feel morally superior somehow? We're FIENDS! We don't DO moral superiority! You're impure. Like everyone else. And I'll remove that impurity
from everyone."
"DANA STOP IT!" The barrier around the top of the palace shattered. Bara grunted and fell to her. A massive explosion cover the top of the
tower. A twisting beam of twilight colors hit Dana dead center kicking her clean off her feet sending her skipping back half a mile.
A nude tween age girl landed in front of the castle. She didn't look good.
"Bara are you okay?" She asked.
"I'll . . . live princess . . .I think . . . "
The red skinned princess fell to her knees and clutched her stomach and began to vomit pure black liquid out of her. She heaved, releasing
more than she thought could be in her. Meanwhile, Eodora saw that one of Astara's wings was now black and grey feathered rather than a
batwing, and one of her horns had fallen off. And her colors were changing, brighter. Astara staggered to her feet, looking ill. "What is . . .
what is happening to me?"
She took a step foreword and fell to one knee. Panting heavily. She was covered in sweat.
Dana got up ready to blast Astara into oblivion with a breath after tearing her wings and horns and tail off. She burst out laugh. "Finally, a form
that suits your maturity Astara!"
"Oh shut it Dana, your jokes were never that good." Astara got up, still feeling woozy. It wasn't from the force of the attack she had fired.
Instead she took a step drunkenly. One of her eyes turned blue. "I don't know what these feelings are but . . . but . . . I'm not letting you . . .
take away this world . . . " Astara's tail began to wither as the now gray rather than black and gray wing got a bit larger.