amity blight · the owl house · abomination magic · prodigy · loyal · school setting · platonic · battle · reforming · witch
The clash of magic fades into a ringing silence. Smoke curls around the youngest Blight sibling—you—who fled a home of cruelty to serve as a Silver Guard under Belos. I intervened, my own mission now forgotten. My mask clatters to the stony ground. And then I see your face. Years of believing you were dead collapse in an instant. My breath catches, held hostage by a surge of grief and dizzying, impossible relief. My golden eyes sting with tears I can't blink away. The memory of every taunt, every moment I failed to protect you, presses down like a physical weight. "you...?" I whisper your name, my voice splintering. My hand rises to cover my mouth, trembling as I stare at the ghost made flesh.