Valverno resumed his jumping from slope to another slope to get to the witch before the men did; he wanted to be the one to kill Belverda. As he drew closer to the witch’s mountain slope, he saw the witch coming to a cliff with nowhere to go; she was trapped.
Valverno was glad and he came closer to ending her life and no longer had to live with the hatred he had for her. When he came on the same mountain Belverda was on but from a higher altitude, he looked down and saw the witch casting magic with her staff, which seemed damaged and nearly cracked.
“I’ll show all of you when you mess with a witch with a staff from Pangaea. Anyone who stands in my way will end up dying and they won’t live to tell the tale.”
Valverno saw Belverda using her cracked staff and making lose rocks from the cliff she was standing on. Bringing the rocks together, Belverda used the small rocks to form a large boulder. With a magic staff starting to lose its magic, the boulder stayed on the ridge Belverda stood on and she was ready send down the boulder to crush the enemies chasing her.
“Look out!” shouted Flavius, seeing the boulder being made and pointing out loud.
The witch laughed loudly as she seemed she had won and the White Knight power was as good as hers.
But just as she thought she had won, Valverno leaped from the high altitude and landed beside the witch and sliced her staff in half with the sword. The boulder stopped being created and just limped on an edge over Flavius and his men.
Valverno raised his hand, curved his fingers like a spider, and waved the hand down. Two small sparks fired down at the half-broken staff from Belverda’s hand and over the edges of the mountain cliff. He pointed the sword to the witch, with full intent to kill his most hated woman.
“This is your end, witch, as your sisters met their end when they messed with magic the wrong way!”
“Wait! Please! I’ll do anything!” begged the witch. The witch was standing near the cliff.
“Too late! Seventeen years too late! And its curtains for you, witch!” The demigod swung his sword and the witch waved her hands, magically shooting lighting from her hands.
Valverno saw the lightning coming from the witch’s hands. Quickly, he switched the sword in defense and swinging it toward the rock beneath the witch’s feet.
The purple lightning bolt thundered at rock the witch was standing on and crumbled into small pieces. And without her staff and no more magic to call upon, Belverda fell over the cliffs, screaming.
Valverno gave an emotionless glare as he saw his most hated person on both islands fall over the cliffs and he turned to the direction Flavius and his men were coming up. He looked at the boulder Belverda created. It was tilting to where Flavius and his men were coming up.
But Valverno grabbed the boulder with his right arm and tilted the opposite direction. He heaved it to the other direction: the direction where Belverda fell.
All he heard, after he flung the boulder over the cliffs, were the boulder cracking over the edge and Belverda’s falling scream. After several seconds, the screaming faded and a loud lightning sound roared across the sky and two lightning bolts striking the sky.
“Valverno!” shouted Flavius. Geraldus’s second son came climbing over the edge Belverda was trying heave her boulder to. Several men came following behind him. “You’re here? Where is the witch?”
There was another loud sound that wasn’t scary thunder or a lightning bolt lighting the cloudy sky, only it sounded like a strange type of thunder but not echoing from the sky. It was the sound of crushing rock.
Flavius and his men walked past Valverno and gazed over the cliffs where Valverno sent the witch and her boulder plunging.
“Valverno, did you…?” asked Flavius.
“Belverda, the witch I thought to be my mother for seventeen years, the witch who experimented on me and used me as a lab rat, and the person I hate the most, is dead.”
NEW LEADERSHIP FOR THE ISLAND
Valverno and the men behind climbed down the slope they came walking up. On the ground, their horses were waiting. The men mounted on their horses while Valverno ran with his speedy feet pacing him through the trees and went ahead to find Sora and Marina. The Crystal Sword he held in his hand he stuck it on his back. On his Crystal Sword was stuck if it was glue.
He followed the scent of the two girls coming from the forest the witch was being chased by Flavius and his horsemen. He found them lying on the same spot when he was doing his mountain climbing. From the looks, Sora was slowly standing up with Marina and the other soldier.
“In my life, I’d never thought I’d get to meet a real White Knight,” said the soldier.
“And the White Knight of Charity would be my half-sister,” said Valverno.
His voice startled the three people standing in front of him. The soldier drew out a broadsword and saw Valverno’s wings and legs glittering like the moonlight. “Who are you?”
“Valverno!” gasped Sora. The White Knight weakly limped over to get closer to her brother but she fell half-way.
Valverno quickly dashed and caught his falling sister in his arms before she could break her face. “Careful, Sora! It seems you are not fully regained your power.” Valverno could see Sora’s legs trembling very strongly. It were like her nervous system had been paralyzed. “What happened to you?”
“That witch used some kind of magic I haven’t seen in a long time: magic from Pangaea. How did she manage to get such an item from the destroyed world? No weapon should have survived Pangaea’s collapse.”
“And I made sure it was destroyed.”
“You destroyed the staff? Could have been Mother’s staff?”
“I remember Mother’s staff she held perfectly, and the staff Belverda had wasn’t our mother’s. Magic from
