I’m Proud Of You

Gonzalo was mortified. He knelt there, his body covered in blood. Sofia's blood. She'd taken the fall for him. She'd sacrificed herself to save him. She'd helped him and River all this while. Sheltered them when they had nowhere else to go. And now she was dead...

The fake Echo laughed hysterically, staring coldly at Gonzalo. "I had only one of those quivers. Consider yourself lucky that you didn't go out with it. Unfortunately, none of you are leaving here alive."

Gonzalo gritted his teeth. He wished he could just rush up to her and rip out her vocal cords. However, no sooner had those words left the rogue Echo's mouth, than when he heard a scream.

"Die!" It was River. She spread out her arms, gathering a spell. Then with a clench of both fists, she sent a huge wave of pure magic energy towards the witches.

The wave contained her rage. Her pain. Her guilt. Her sorrow. But most of all, it contained the unbridled power of her magic.

The wave was all-consuming, as it crashed into the s