The tower erupted with a huge flash, and Edward saw his friends falling from the sky, amazingly still alive. He gathered all this remaining strength and said to himself, God, I hope I get this right...
He raised his hands from the ground to the sky, and he whispered the magical words he struggled with so many times. A pillar of flame erupted from the ground and engulfed his friends. As it did, it formed an orb of flame around them that gently floated to the ground. His hands burned, also engulfed in flame as he guided the orb safely to earth. As it touched the ground, it dissipated, leaving the three safely on the grass below.

He collapsed, satisfied, and sitting on the cool grass, hands still sparking kisses of flame, he looked at the three and said, "Hot enough for you?"

Dawn's skin started to glow. She looked at Alexandar. "You..." She hissed and wind whipped around her.

Algus recoiled and looked at the scorched mark on his bed that was left behind by Dawn, it shook him a bit that she'd teleported in front of him, but it was even more shocking in the way she did it. "Wow... fascinating... but it looks like it may take a while for either of them to get back... Maybe my books have something to reprimand this." He said quickly shifting a few piles of heavy tomes aside and pulling up some more, reading into the depths of the ancient texts.

Donald was asleep for 5 seconds. He jumped up.

"DAWN! LEAVE HIM ALONE!"

He then vanished.

But Donald heard him.

"You and your plants. You're spores weakened me. So now...you will run in my place. You're mine little brother. Now torture everyone! I will break you just as I have Adrian!"

He felt lighter...softer, until of course he collided with the earth harder than he had ever done.

But the pain was not over yet. The Master...Alexander...had left his mind, but before he went, he left one final scar upon Adrian. The gash ran all the way across his face, from his left eye to his lower right chin. It would not go away, but it did not bleed.

He heard the Masters voice.

"You are still mine...your insolence will be punished..."

He felt free, but the pain of the scar, and the shattering of several bones in his back, soon overhwelmed that feeling.

He opened his eyes and saw sky...blue sky...he had cleansed the tower...the church...the air wing...he was a tool of destruction, nothing better.

Dawn cursed as Alexandar dissapeared. The wing seeped inside her skin, darkening her skin to normal. She leaned down by Adrian. "Can you walk?"

Edward finally reclaimed his cat and his staff and started toward Adrian as well. He leaned heavily on his staff, completely exhausted, aftershocks of the magic that had been used still coursed through his body.

"Nice to meet a fellow fire-man. Not the best of circumstances, however."

"I...can...think..."

It wasn't the answer she was looking for, he knew it, but it was all he could say. The scar in face still burned, and the broken bones in his back stung and ached...he couldn't even move, let alone walk.

Alexander was inside of him.

With this added power, he gained something.

The third sight...He looked at Dawn, and she was beautiful. He saw Edward, and he saw the healing side of Fire. In Adrian...childlike vulnerability. But where was that new one...the one with the scar...

Mother Earth quieted Alexander. Donald was himself.

"That's good." Dawn kissed his forehead. Adrian was soaked in light and she channeled him energy. Dawn glowed again as she healed him.

"I heard something snap when you fell," Edward said to Adrian. "A little New Orleans voodoo should perk you right up, couldn't hurt to add to some already powerful magic."

He removed a small vial of oil from his pocket and rubbed it across Adrian's forehead in a cross shape. He then touched it with his fingers, still burning, and the oil burned, releasing a fragrant scent into the air. After it had burned away, Edward put his hand across Adrian's forehead and mumbled something and removed his hand, leaning on his staff again.

"There, should be all better now."

Somehow, Donald realized he could stand. He actually felt strong. He realized with a startle, he was now absolutely terrified to strike his lighter. He realized, he didn't care how rude it was.

He could not stay sober much longer.

He had learned that if he took of the intoxicants of the earth, their relationship was better. After getting Edward to give him a flame, he sat back and smoked. Alexander didn't stand a chance now.

Once again, he was toasted.

He gasped when the energy flowed into him. The bones in his back repaired themselves, but the scar remained, a permenant reminder of a past he would rather forget.

He ran his hand through his hair, and pulled a few strands out. Black...he glanced over a broken shard of glass...his hair was black again, except for a single streak of white running down the middle. Alexanders control on him was broken, and so he was himself once more. He touched his face, for the first time in years he looked at himself without scrutiny.

He stood up and stared at...Dawn...for the longest time, until he hugged her.

"Thank you...Dawn..."

"Voodoo is junk! Leave it to me next time." Dawn hugged him back and her hair tumbled around her like a curtain. She held up a hand and stopped glowing.

Edward laughed, "We'll see...we'll see...magic is magic, no matter the source. I've seen some crazy stuff done with voodoo, but you're welcome to all the healing you care to do."

Hex hopped up around his neck again and glared at Dawn as if to say Pfft. Whatever.