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Homura and madoka talk
Takes place between in the past in rebellion on the hilk during the funeral persuasion
Muisc raves in the night, the dolls laughs echoing as they dance all around' all of their steps all so calculated rehearsed, almost but chaotic by itself,they wail crying,singing and dancing for miss good for nothing, as trumpets blast in the wind leading the processions onwards,
object's are being thrown and tossed, as building's topple and crumble there are no screams from civilians, all but a fire an intense blaze ignited rising higher and higher as skyscrapers topple into the ground, the marching grows louder and louder, as they make a path for her there are laughs echoing as the guaitin is raised.
Homura blocks it all out as she puts her hand on the ground clenching her fist as she feels the soil of the ground, the wet damp grass and the flowers.
she brings her hand back up clenched into a fist, when she opens it what remains is a rubble of dirt and two flowers in the palm of her hand, one more withered then the other.
Time such a fickle thing she thinks.
She turns her head as she watches the execution, the dolls march along with their master single file line, their good for nothing weaps as they follow her
If only someone was there to stop it.
She doesn't glance as she hears someone walk near her.
They don't speak as the unknown person fixes there wings before sitting down, settling there long pink hair as it flowed onto the ground.
The sky is bright with colour's
As the witches march through the city, disroying countless buildings in the process.
The unknown person speaks.
"Its not what i remember"
Homura could only respond with a nod.
"The past changes along with the present"
The unknown being nodded.
"This place there is no past or present,
There is only what the witch want's"
Homura nodded.
"the witch looks pathetic, only seeing death as relief from it all"
The being tilted its head as it picked up one of the flowers on the ground.
"The witch seeks solitude instead of help,
It lockes itself away taking the burden of all that pain,"
the being lets go of the flower in its hand, as the wind takes it away.
"The witch shouldn't keep that burden to herself "
Homura only looked at the execution bringing her knees up to her chest, as she put put her hand under her chin as the witch continued up the hill.
She could only roll her eyes at such a statement coated in hypocrisy.
"The witch brought it apon herself, she is a failure and should suffer like one."
The being looked at homura as she spoke picking up the flowers on the ground.
"In another universe perhaps someone could have saved the witch,
Stopped such a brutal end"
Homura tilted her head to the side glanced at the being with one eye.
"Prehaps"
The being smiled at her.
Homura looked away as she noticed the red ribbon in the being's hair flowing in the wind.
The witch was crying as it was led up to the guaitin.
The clara dolls shouted praise at there good for nothing master as it weaped in pain, calling out a name Homura wouldn't dare entertain listening to.
Homura stood up her tatted wings falling from her back being unfolded.
"I have no desire to stay in such a retrenched place"
she turns away from the being as she begins to walk away from the whole ordeal.
The being sighed as it stopped making a flower crown with the flowers that had fallen.
"You cant hide in solitude forever"
Homura just looked at the being ever raident in her appearance,
A true beauty no doubt
"You may have her face yet your not my madoka"
The being smiled
"No but i am apart of her "
its hands played with the grass picking at it.
The being looked the devil in the eye.
"You cant deny we have lost thoes parts of ourselves, the further we walk on this path"
The devil only look at the being with scorn eye's.
Then being smiled at the devil.
"Yet the path is ever changing, even i cannot see how it ends."
Homura frowned clenching her fist as it shook with a tremble.
"If i had it my way, You the laws of Cycles wouldn't exist" she spat staring at the being
The being stood it expression looking solemn.
"Why must you despise me so, our goals are much similar-"
Homura turned on her heel, her wings flapping in the wind facing her head on the being who wore Her face.
She spoke sharply.
"You bring peace to all in exchange madoka kaname will take that burden,"
"That pain"
"Only she will suffer in this,"
The being tilted its head almost observant.
Homura looked at her her golden eyes so ethereal raident almost to perfect.
"You may hold madoka memories ,her goals her stupid selflessness, but you could never be her"
"And if i can help it you two will never become one again"
Madokami looked like madoka but was more of a shell.
Homura stomped her heel into the ground, turning away from her walking off, as she dissolved into black smog, all while the being watched with an unreadable expression.
The being hummed to itself, sitting down as clocks chimed in the wind.
A new world was in order. a new path to be molded and created but what lies ahead would remain mystery.