“Look me in the eye and tell me wewe don’t care.”
The green met the blue, then switched to the gold.
“I don’t, I really don’t. I couldn’t care even less. I would upendo to see wewe die.”
Tear spilled out of the gold, which slowly reverted back to a blue. Then they closed peacefully, and the girl let out a long sigh of relief. Nathan grimaced.
“You know I do care, right Delta?”
Danna nodded silently, looking down at her once again out-of-control sister. She was slightly crying too. “You know... this may be the last time we ever see her like this.”
“I know, Delta, I really do. But I’ve never really understood. Can you--”
Danna looked down. “No. Not really. All I know is that it’s the phoenix in her.”
Nathan nodded, then looked to Fin. Fin, who’d just burnt the whole room. Fin, who’d just melted her feet into the floor, scared off most of her Marafiki and family, then burnt most of her costume, including her mask. Her eyes had turned red, then orange, then gold. And she’d pretty much just destroyed everything. All her power hadn’t affected Danna and Nathan. Why, they couldn’t say, but if Dick had been there, then he probably wouldn’t have been affected either.
Fin squirmed and both of the teens instinctively reached for a hand. She screamed and they grasped on and held her down as she began to glow. Danna began to shake her. “Kyra? Kyra, don’t wewe dare do this to me! I swear to god, just one zaidi fight! One more! I promise! Please, Kyra, please!” Danna lowered her head. “I can’t lose you!”
Fin’s costume wasn’t dhahabu anymore. It was a mixture of constantly shimmering colors, changing and moving every time she moved, to look like a flame. Her hair was still black, but the tips were red and orange. And her skin was a deeper tan, but not too much. She was definitely different. Nathan stroked her hair away from her face. “Kyra...?”
Her eyes shot open and they were a wild gold, simply staring at Nathan’s silver hair. Then she tilted her head and looked at Danna, noticeably scanning the girl. Then she stood and brushed off her lower skirt.
“Fin’s gone,” she said, her voice deep with an intone no one would recognize if they knew her. “It’s just Phoenix now.”
And with that she was gone, leaving two broken-hearted teens and a trail of smoke in her wake.