prompt; spell
fandom; madoka magica
word count; 101
A single spell was all it took to end it.
A single wish was what the cunning incubator desired.
Digging and gripping her dainty hands into the ground, she cried helplessly on her knees. It wasn't the ending she anticipated-- no, not at all.
Her friends? Dead and gone.
'Being Madoka is suffering.'
The words were just at the tip of her tongue, ready to spill the spell she'd ran over in her head. Several phrases carefully chosen, and yet, she was still hesitant, her brave-front faltering.
What if Madoka couldn't cast the spell?-- this was the worst of Homura's worries.
