The shadow quailed, shying backward from the push of determination in Lily. It seems to have grasped intuitively the solidity of protection and for that one instant recoils, unsure as to what course it should take, but rapidly straightens out to resume its cry of rage.
"Never again are you holding me!" the thing is bellowed with an incredible fury, for the face of it alternates in time between dimensions of the moon.
Lily refused to let fear take hold. "You are nothing but a parasite, feeding on despair!" she shouted, focusing all her energy on the protective barrier. She could feel the connection to her ancestors strengthening with each word, a lineage of women who had faced the darkness before her.
With Clara sitting beside her, staring into her eyes with wide fearful eyes, but a set determination at the same time, Clara asked what she could do in a shaking voice.
"Come," said Lily. "We must stand together. You love Oliver; that makes you very strong. Love conquers darkness.".
Clara took a deep breath and stepped into the circle of light Lily had created. Together, they began to chant, their voices blending into a harmonious melody that resonated through the room. The shadows began to recoil, drawn back by the force of their combined light.
"By the love of a mother, by the light of our hearts, we banish you back to the dark!" they cried in unison.
And with the strength of their words bursting into a crescendo, the shadow let out a blood-curdling scream as its form writhed and twisted as if it were caught in a storm. The air crackled with energy and pulsed with light - a brilliant force that was surging toward the shadow.
No! I will not be exiled again! it wailed, but the light did not yield. And with one final, desperate scream, the shadow was sucked into the light and imploded into nothing.