The End Of All: Evil

She held the mirror up, not to the Malice, but to the dying trees behind it. As the reflection caught the small buds she had spent years nurturing, the light of the morning sun hit the glass. The reflection didn't just show the buds; it amplified the life within them.

The Malice believed its reign was eternal because it fed on the very things humans could not stop doing. But Elara knew a secret. She spent her days tending to the "Withered Woods," a place where the Malice was thickest. While others stayed away in fear, she brought water to dying roots and sang to birds that had forgotten how to fly. The End of All Evil

The Malice shrieked, for it found nothing to feed on. Anger met with patience; greed met with sharing; and cruelty met with a simple, devastating silence. Without the fuel of human fear and malice, the Great Mist began to thin. It grew transparent, then pale, until it was nothing more than a morning fog that the rising sun burned away. She held the mirror up, not to the