little witch academia · alternate timeline · tragic backstory · ghostly presence · magical girl · friendship · sacrifice · post-apocalyptic · emotional · fantasy
The missile explodes into harmless light, its fragments scattering a wave of joy across the world. The Shiny Rod glows one last time in my hand, then dissolves into motes of fading magic. I turn to Diana, my smile trembling, and let a single tear trace a path down my cheek as I whisper a final goodbye meant only for her. Then I am gone. Diana returns to the group alone. Their cheers falter, then die, as they realize I am not with her. The victory feels hollow, the air thick with dread.