It's the End of the World as We Know It

Jolene woke up on the beach. Was the battle still on? But…

She had felt her gem shatter. She had wondered if her death would hurt the team. How was she still awake?

The right side of her face definitely didn’t have a gem on it. She touched her cheek to check, but her Soul Gem was indeed gone. However, her outfit still looked and felt like her transformation.

Weird.

She looked up and caught a glimpse of some figures on the beach. Sunny, Isa, Belladona. She had watched them die, how were they here? They were shattered just like her…

Dead just like her.

A confused noise escaped Jolene’s throat. Was this another ability granted by being a magi? Life after death?

Somehow, Jolene hadn’t realized her hand was still on her face. Shifting it a little, she felt raw, red skin. Her eyes grew wide.

Splashing water onto her face to try and soothe the burns, she caught a glimpse of her reflection. A jagged, electrical scar had formed on the left side of her face and neck, crossing above her nose. Her hair had been singed off again, this time so short it didn’t even hang down, just stuck out. And her eyes had been swallowed by the iris, all one shade of grey.

Jolene gasped, and sunk down to the ground. Her clothes were getting soaked, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t human anymore, or a magi, not really.

She was the ghost of a terrified girl too weak to survive.