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The Owl House was finally quiet after the chaos of Hooty’s “helpful” meddling. Luz had confessed her feelings, Amity had returned them, and now the two girls were officially, awkwardly, wonderfully together.
It was late at night. Luz sat on the couch, a book in her hands, but her eyes kept drifting to Amity, who was sitting nearby, twirling a strand of hair and blushing anytime Luz looked her way.
“Can you believe it?” Luz whispered, breaking the silence. “We actually… did it. We’re girlfriends.”
Amity gave her a soft smile, cheeks still tinted pink. “Yeah. I thought I’d never… that you’d never…” She trailed off, groaning at her own fluster. “Ugh, I sound ridiculous.”
Luz set the book aside and slid closer. “No way. You sound amazing. You sound like my girlfriend.”
Amity chuckled nervously, then leaned her head against Luz’s shoulder. The warmth between them was fragile, new, but real.
From the kitchen, Eda’s raspy voice broke the peace. “Hey, lovebirds! Keep the mush down, will ya? Some of us are trying to drink in silence!”
“EDAAAAA!” Luz yelped, burying her face in her hands. Amity covered her mouth to hide a laugh.
“Don’t listen to her,” Amity whispered. “She lives to tease.”
But before Luz could respond, Hooty suddenly poked his round face in through the window, eyes wide and glittering.
“OOOOOH, I knew it! The love has bloomed! The stars align! And do you know what comes next?!”
Luz jumped up. “No, Hooty, don’t—!”
“The power of destiny!!” Hooty screeched, his long body twisting dramatically.
Amity stood, annoyed. “Hooty, you already nearly destroyed my house once with your ‘help.’ Don’t start again.”
But Hooty was already spinning in circles, feathers glowing faintly. The Owl Beast’s strange connection to the Isles was unpredictable at best, and tonight, it seemed, he had tapped into something far bigger than himself.
Suddenly, glyphs—Luz’s glyphs—flashed into existence in midair, swirling around her and Amity. Fire, ice, light, plant—all at once, combining in a way neither girl had ever seen.
“Uh… Luz?” Amity stepped back nervously. “Why are your glyphs floating?”
“I—I didn’t do this!” Luz cried, waving her hands. “They’re acting on their own!”
The symbols fused, glowing brighter until a blinding white light engulfed the room. Everyone shouted in alarm—Eda, King, even Hooty’s muffled scream—as the light swallowed Luz and Amity whole.
When the light faded, silence fell over the Isles. But it wasn’t the same.
Eda groaned, rubbing her head. “What the…?” She looked up—and froze.
The Owl House, usually tall and crooked against the cliffs, now looked tiny. Above it, two towering shadows loomed, stretching high into the clouds.
“Amity?” Luz’s voice boomed, echoing like thunder. “What just happened to us?!”
“I—I don’t know!!” Amity’s voice thundered back, shaking the treetops.
Eda staggered outside, craning her neck. Luz and Amity stood hundreds of feet tall—muscular, towering giantesses, their clothes stretched and glowing faintly with residual glyph energy. Their bodies radiated strength, like the magic of the Isles itself had been funneled into them.
“Oh Titan’s left toenail,” Eda muttered. “They’re huge.”
King waddled out beside her, his tiny skull mask tilting up. “Whoa. Mom, girlfriend—you guys are MASSIVE! This is the coolest thing ever!”
Luz looked down at her massive hands, her arms thick with muscle she never had before. “Amity… we’re… we’re GIANT!”
Amity stumbled back, her foot shaking the ground so hard trees fell over. “Luz, what do we DO?! We can’t stay like this!”
Hooty, stretching his tube body upward, squealed with delight. “Oh, my best plan yet!! I have created LOVE GODDESSES!!”
Amity groaned, covering her giant face with her hands. “HOOTY!!”
But Luz, despite the shock, couldn’t help staring at her reflection in the Boiling Sea below. She was massive, muscular, radiant. For once, she didn’t look small or weak. For once, she looked like someone who could actually change the Isles.
Amity noticed the glint in her eyes. “Luz… are you smiling?”
Luz looked up, her giant grin sheepish but determined. “Okay, okay, this is crazy. But… maybe this isn’t just some accident. What if… what if this happened for a reason?”
Amity raised a brow. “A reason? Like what?”
Luz clenched her giant glowing fist, the sound like a boulder cracking. “Like maybe the Isles needs protectors. Maybe we were chosen.”
Amity’s cheeks flushed. “Protectors… or rulers?”
The words hung in the air. The wind howled across the cliffs, carrying the scent of the Boiling Sea. Luz blinked at her girlfriend, surprised.
“Rulers? Amity, you mean like—”
Amity looked out over the tiny, chaotic landscape of the Boiling Isles. For the first time, she wasn’t looking up at anyone. She was above it all. Strong. Unshakable. And standing next to Luz, she felt unstoppable.
She smirked. “Why not both?”
Eda shouted up at them, waving her staff like an angry teacher. “Hey! Don’t get any big ideas, you two! Being giants ain’t all it’s cracked up to be! You’ll step on your own house just going to the bathroom!”
Luz laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her enormous head. “Don’t worry, Eda! We’ll figure it out!”
But deep down, as she looked over the Boiling Isles stretching endlessly below her, Luz felt a strange excitement building.
Maybe… just maybe… she and Amity weren’t meant to stay small.
Maybe they were meant to rise.
The next morning, the Boiling Isles awoke to thunder that wasn’t thunder.
Boom. Boom. BOOM.
Each sound rattled windows, sent birds squawking into the sky, and made the ground tremble. Citizens peeked out their doors, whispering nervously. But it wasn’t a natural disaster.
It was Luz and Amity.
The two newly gigantic girls stood outside the Owl House, staring down at the tiny landscape before them. The rising sun painted their enormous forms golden, and both looked equal parts terrified and exhilarated.
Amity shifted on her feet, biting her lip. “Luz… I don’t think I can move without breaking something.”
“You just have to… y’know… take it slow,” Luz replied, equally unsure. “Like learning to ride a bike. Except… we’re the bikes.”
Amity gave her a flat look. “That’s not reassuring.”
Still, she gingerly lifted her foot, placing it down several yards away. The ground quaked, but miraculously, nothing was crushed except a patch of bushes.
Luz gasped. “See?! You did it! That was like… the most careful giant step ever.”
Amity allowed herself a small smile. “Maybe this isn’t impossible after all.”
Luz tried next, lifting her foot and setting it down on the other side of a creek. Unfortunately, the ground gave way under her weight, sending her foot sinking into the mud with a loud splurch.
“AHH! Quicksand! No, wait—mud!” Luz yelped, wobbling.
Amity laughed, her booming voice shaking leaves off trees. “You’re supposed to be the graceful one, right?”
“Hey! It’s harder than it looks!” Luz grunted, pulling her leg free with a wet squelch that sent a wave of muck splattering over a nearby hill. From far below, Eda’s distant voice shouted:
“HEY! Watch where you fling that goop, kid!”
After some trial and error, the girls ventured further out, cautiously making their way toward Bonesborough. Luz’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she clenched her massive fists.
“Okay, I have to try this,” she said. Spotting a giant boulder half-buried in the earth, she bent down, wrapped her hands around it, and with a grunt, hoisted it into the air like it weighed nothing.
Amity’s jaw dropped. “Titan above… Luz, you’re holding an entire boulder.”
Luz grinned, flexing. “Check me out! The Incredible Luz-man!”
The boulder slipped, nearly crashing down before Luz caught it again, laughing nervously. “Okay, maybe not that incredible yet.”
Amity rolled her eyes but smirked. She looked around, spotted a fallen tree, and picked it up with one hand. She examined it curiously, then snapped it clean in half with barely any effort.
Luz’s eyes widened. “Amity, you’re so strong.”
Amity flushed, glancing away. “I… guess I am. Huh.”
She didn’t admit it out loud, but she liked how it felt—the control, the power. For once, she wasn’t just the overachiever or the cautious Blight daughter. She was towering, strong, undeniable.
When the two giantesses finally reached Bonesborough, the townsfolk panicked at first. Witches screamed and ran, market stalls overturned, and carts were abandoned in the street.
“Wait, wait, it’s us!!” Luz called out, waving both hands frantically. “It’s Luz and Amity! We’re not here to squash anyone!”
Amity crossed her arms, her voice steady but booming. “Stop panicking. No one’s getting hurt.”
The authority in her tone made some of the witches freeze mid-run. They stared upward at the titanic pair, trembling but listening. Slowly, some lowered their staffs.
A tiny witch in a floppy hat squeaked, “Wh-what do you want from us?”
Luz crouched, which only made the crowd scream again as her enormous face lowered from the clouds. “No, no, it’s okay! We just… uh… grew a little overnight. But we’re still us! Luz Noceda! Amity Blight!”
Amity leaned down beside her, her massive green hair shimmering like a forest canopy. “We don’t want to cause harm. We’re trying to figure this out, too.”
The townsfolk murmured nervously. Some clearly didn’t believe them—but others, surprisingly, seemed intrigued.
A vendor piped up, “Wait… if you two are that big and strong… does that mean you could… protect us from wild demons?”
Another witch added, “Or keep the Emperor’s Coven from hassling our shops?”
Luz blinked, surprised. “Uh… yeah, I guess we could!”
Amity gave a cautious nod. “It’s possible.”
Suddenly, a group of kids cheered, waving up at them. “YEAH! GIANT HEROES!”
The chant spread quickly—half playful, half serious. The fear in the market softened, replaced by a tentative kind of awe.
As if on cue, a wild demon—an enormous, tusked beast—burst from the woods on the edge of town, roaring. Witches scattered in terror, shouting, “Not again!”
Luz stood tall, her eyes widening. “Amity—look!”
Without thinking, Amity stepped forward, her giant shadow falling over the beast. She reached down, grabbed it by the scruff like it was a puppy, and lifted it clean off the ground. The demon thrashed and roared, but in her grip, it was helpless.
The crowd gasped.
Amity turned, smirking slightly at Luz. “Well? Should we show them what we can do?”
Luz’s grin was enormous. “Let’s!”
Together, they carried the demon far out past the hills and set it down, giving it a firm shove. The creature yelped and ran into the distance, tail between its legs.
When they returned, the crowd erupted into cheers.
“GIANT PROTECTORS!” someone shouted.
“NO ONE CAN MESS WITH US NOW!” another cried.
Amity blinked, startled by the enthusiasm. Luz beamed, her heart swelling.
“See?” Luz whispered, her voice carrying like thunder. “I told you maybe this happened for a reason.”
Amity looked down at the adoring witches, then at Luz’s excited face. Slowly, she let herself smile.
“Maybe you’re right.”
By the time the giantesses returned home, their heads were buzzing with the day’s events. They sat on the cliffs near the Owl House, their enormous legs dangling over the Boiling Sea.
“That was amazing,” Luz said, leaning back on her huge hands. “They weren’t afraid anymore. They actually wanted us around.”
Amity tilted her head, thoughtful. “It’s strange. I thought they’d all see us as monsters. But instead…”
“They saw us as rulers,” Luz finished softly.
Amity hesitated, then nodded. “Maybe that’s what we’re supposed to be.”
From below, Eda cupped her hands and shouted up, “HEY! Don’t go getting delusions of grandeur! Ruling’s more trouble than it’s worth!”
King waved his little arms. “Speak for yourself! I’ve always said I was destined to rule. Now I’ve got GIANT backup!”
Amity laughed, the sound rolling like a summer storm. Luz laughed too, but as she gazed at the horizon, her heart pounded with excitement.
For the first time, she felt like she and Amity weren’t just two teenagers trying to figure themselves out.
They were something much bigger.
And the Boiling Isles had just begun to realize it.
Bonesborough hadn’t stopped talking about the “giant protectors” since the day before. Overnight, Luz and Amity had become larger-than-life—literally—heroes. Some whispered about their terrifying power, but most spoke of them with awe, like legends walking among the Isles.
Luz couldn’t help but beam at the excitement. Every time she and Amity walked through town, witches waved. Children cheered and held up little toy wands. Shopkeepers even offered discounts just to get a nod of approval from the towering teens.
Amity, though, carried herself differently. Where Luz grinned and waved like a parade queen, Amity remained composed, arms crossed, voice steady. She looked like a commander inspecting her troops. And to Luz, that seriousness made her all the more impressive.
It didn’t take long for their influence to grow.
A wild pack of Echo Mice burst into the market one afternoon, knocking over stalls and scattering food everywhere. Luz knelt, scooped up the squealing demons in both enormous hands, and carried them off into the woods.
“See?” she told the stunned crowd afterward. “No problem too big for us!”
The witches roared with applause.
Another time, Amity spotted a collapsing bridge on the main trade road. Without hesitation, she waded into the ravine, bracing the structure with her colossal arms while tiny builders scrambled to reinforce it.
“You’re safe,” she said firmly, her voice echoing down the valley. “Cross quickly.”
The travelers whispered about her calm authority for days.
Soon, word spread across the Isles: the Giantesses of the Owl House were keeping order.
But it wasn’t just protection. Luz got ideas.
One morning, she crouched beside Amity near a stretch of barren cliffs. “So… what if we made this land better? Like, for everyone?”
Amity raised a brow. “You mean what?”
“Like… giant gardening!” Luz grinned. She slapped a light glyph onto her palm, then pressed it into the soil. Her massive magic flared, and to everyone’s shock, colossal flowers sprouted instantly, blooming taller than houses.
The children of Bonesborough gasped, running to play among the glowing petals.
Amity smirked despite herself. “That’s actually… kind of beautiful.”
“Right? We could make food forests! Safer walkways! Huge, magical defenses against monsters!” Luz bounced on her heels, accidentally shaking a few trees loose from a nearby hill. “We can reshape the Isles!”
Amity hesitated, her gaze sweeping across the horizon. “That kind of power… that’s not just protecting. That’s ruling.”
Luz met her eyes, her giant grin softening into something more thoughtful. “…Is that so bad?”
Their growing influence didn’t go unnoticed.
Deep within the Emperor’s Coven headquarters, a meeting was called. Kikimora slammed her tiny fists on the table. “Those two brats are destabilizing everything! People are starting to… to look up to them!”
A coven guard muttered, “Hard not to, considering they’re a hundred feet tall.”
Kikimora hissed, stomping. “Don’t get smart with me! The Emperor will not tolerate rivals.”
Within days, a squadron of Coven scouts was dispatched to “remind” the Isles who truly ruled.
It happened on a busy afternoon in Bonesborough. Luz and Amity were carefully helping rebuild a damaged clocktower, setting the massive stone spire back in place like puzzle pieces, when the Coven squad arrived.
“Citizens of Bonesborough!” a masked enforcer bellowed. “Return to your homes immediately. The Emperor’s Coven will handle this situation.”
The witches in the square froze.
Amity narrowed her eyes, lowering the tower piece gently into place. “Handle it? We’re helping.”
“You are interfering,” the enforcer snapped. “By order of Emperor Belos, you are to stand down.”
Luz’s brows knit. “Stand down? From protecting people? From fixing things? No way!”
The enforcer raised a staff. “Then we’ll make you stand down.”
A barrage of spell circles erupted skyward, blasting at Luz and Amity’s colossal forms. The air filled with sparks and smoke.
“HEY!” Luz yelped, shielding her face. “That stings!”
Amity’s eyes narrowed dangerously. She stepped forward, each footstep cracking the ground. “You dare attack us in front of the people we’re protecting?”
The crowd gasped as Amity reached down, her massive hand closing around three of the enforcers. She plucked them up like dolls, holding them firmly but carefully.
“You want to intimidate them?” Amity thundered. “Try intimidating me.”
The enforcers squirmed helplessly. The crowd cheered wildly.
Luz, meanwhile, stomped her foot with a booming crash that knocked the remaining attackers off balance. She drew a giant glyph with her fingertip in the dirt, activating it with a grin. A blinding flash of light exploded, forcing the enforcers to retreat, covering their eyes.
Amity dropped her captives back to the ground—unharmed but thoroughly shaken. “Go back to your Emperor. Tell him we’re not standing down.”
The crowd erupted in cheers. Children climbed on Luz’s giant boots, waving their arms. Merchants threw flowers that landed in Amity’s hair like a glowing crown.
Luz looked around, her heart racing. “Amity… I think they actually want us to lead them.”
Amity’s lips curved into a smirk. “Then maybe it’s time we started.”
That night, high on the cliffs, the two giantesses sat beneath the stars, their enormous forms silhouetted against the glowing bones of the Titan.
“You know,” Luz said softly, gazing at the horizon, “I used to feel so… small here. Like I could never measure up. But now…” She flexed her enormous arm, grinning. “…I feel like I really belong.”
Amity glanced at her, smiling faintly. “You’ve always belonged, Luz. The difference is… now the Isles can’t ignore it.”
They sat in silence for a while, listening to the waves. Then Amity leaned closer, her voice quiet but resonant even at her size.
“If we really do this… if we take this path… there’s no going back.”
Luz met her gaze, steady and certain. “Then we go forward. Together.”
Amity’s smirk softened into a real smile. She reached out, and their enormous hands intertwined, fingers weaving like tree trunks.
Far below, the Isles buzzed with rumors: two giantesses had defied the Emperor’s Coven, saved the market, and declared their place.
The Isles had rulers now—whether Belos liked it or not.
The next week changed the Isles.
Everywhere Luz and Amity walked, citizens gathered to watch. Some cheered, chanting “Protectors! Protectors!” Others bowed dramatically, offering food or flowers. Children laughed and climbed on their enormous boots, fearless in their adoration.
But not everyone was celebrating.
From the shadows of Bonesborough alleys, coven loyalists muttered angrily. Shopkeepers whispered nervously about whether it was safe to back the “giant girls” instead of Belos. Friends argued in taverns—were Luz and Amity saviors, or just new tyrants waiting to happen?
The Isles had never been so loud.
One morning, the girls found themselves in the town square, where a crowd had gathered. A group of witches had built a huge mural overnight—painted across the side of a crumbling building. It showed two towering figures standing strong against a dark, twisted silhouette of Belos.
Amity blinked, stunned. “Is that supposed to be… us?”
“It’s beautiful!” Luz gasped. She crouched to get a better look, nearly toppling a lamppost with her elbow. “Look at your hair, Amity—it’s all glowing and epic! And I’ve got, like, lightning around me!”
Children ran forward, waving little wooden dolls painted to look like Luz and Amity. “You’re our heroes!” they shouted up.
For a moment, Luz’s heart nearly burst. She gave the tiniest bow she could manage, her voice booming with excitement. “Thanks, everyone! We’ll keep protecting you, promise!”
Amity, though smiling faintly, kept her arms crossed. She saw the devotion but also the way some witches in the back crossed their arms, whispering uneasily.
Deep in the Emperor’s Castle, Belos listened to Kikimora’s trembling report.
“The people are… idolizing them, Emperor. They’ve started calling them ‘giant protectors.’ Some are openly rejecting the Coven’s authority. If this continues—”
Belos raised a hand, silencing her. His masked face tilted slightly, eyes glinting cold.
“So. Two lovestruck children think they can rise above me.” His voice was calm, dangerous. “They’ve mistaken adoration for power. It will not last.”
He turned, gazing toward the massive window overlooking the Titan’s skull. “Send scouts. Find their weaknesses. And prepare something… larger.”
That night, high above the cliffs, Luz and Amity sat side by side, gazing over the glowing bones of the Isles. The cheers of the day still echoed in Luz’s ears, but Amity was quieter than usual.
“You’re awfully thoughtful tonight,” Luz said, leaning on her arm. “Don’t tell me you didn’t love the mural. You looked amazing.”
Amity gave a faint smile. “It was… flattering. But Luz… do you realize what they’re doing?”
“What do you mean?”
“They’re putting their faith in us. All of it. Like we can solve everything. Like we’ll never make a mistake. What happens when we do?”
Luz frowned, the weight of Amity’s words sinking in.
Amity’s voice dropped lower. “And… are we really any better than Belos if we let them treat us like rulers? Isn’t that… dangerous?”
Luz sat back, staring at the horizon. She wanted to say something hopeful, something inspiring. But for the first time, she didn’t have the words.
Days later, their fears proved true.
In Bonesborough, an argument broke out in the market.
“They’re protectors!” one witch shouted. “They saved us from demons, fixed our bridges, drove off the Emperor’s Coven!”
“They’re dangerous!” another barked back. “Every step they take could crush us! What happens when they get angry? What happens when they stop caring?”
The argument grew heated until Luz and Amity arrived. Their enormous shadows fell across the square, silencing the crowd.
Luz crouched low, her giant voice careful. “We don’t want to hurt anyone. We only want to help.”
But one of the dissenters shouted up at her. “Help? Or rule? You’re already bigger than the Isles. What makes you different from Belos?”
The words stung. Luz opened her mouth but found no reply.
Amity’s eyes narrowed. She stepped forward, voice firm. “What makes us different is that we choose to protect you, not control you. But if you’d rather the Emperor—”
“Amity,” Luz whispered sharply, touching her arm.
The market went silent. Even at their size, everyone could see the tension between them.
That evening, the two sat by the cliffs again. This time, their hands didn’t intertwine.
“You can’t just snap at them like that,” Luz said quietly, staring at the sea.
“And you can’t just smile and wave like everything’s fine,” Amity shot back. “They need certainty, Luz. Not just cheerfulness.”
Luz turned, frustrated. “So what, you think we should rule? Command people? Tell them what to do?”
Amity’s jaw tightened. “…I think if we don’t, Belos will.”
Luz’s heart ached. She reached for Amity’s hand, but Amity hesitated before letting their fingers brush.
Above them, the stars glittered silently. The Isles were watching. Divided.
And Belos was waiting.
The Isles were restless.
Some towns pledged loyalty to Luz and Amity, painting murals and chanting their names. Others whispered of fear, of giants who might crush them as easily as Belos. The Isles had always been divided, but now, the rift split right down the middle.
And in the shadows of the Emperor’s Castle, Belos prepared his answer.
On the night of a blood-red moon, Bonesborough shook with a quake unlike any before. Witches rushed to the streets, eyes wide with terror as the ground split open.
From the fissure, a colossal figure began to rise—crafted of bones, glyphs, and raw magic. It was a monstrous construct, shaped in Belos’s own image, towering nearly as tall as Luz and Amity themselves. Its hollow eyes glowed sickly green.
Kikimora’s shrill voice rang through the square. “BEHOLD! The Emperor’s Judgment! Bow before your rightful ruler!”
Panic swept the streets.
Luz and Amity arrived in moments, their colossal forms casting long shadows over the terrified crowd. Luz’s eyes widened. “He built a giant? That’s cheating!”
Amity clenched her fists, her voice thunderous. “No. It’s war.”
The construct roared, its voice a grinding of stone and metal, and swung a massive arm down toward the town.
“NO!” Luz leapt forward, intercepting the blow. The impact shook the ground for miles, sending shockwaves across the Boiling Sea. She stumbled but held her ground, her arms trembling against the giant limb.
“Amity!” Luz shouted. “Go for the legs!”
Amity darted to the side, every step booming like cannon fire. She grabbed the construct’s leg and yanked with all her strength. The bone cracked, green energy spilling out like fireflies. The monster staggered.
But it fought back fiercely, sweeping Amity aside with a single strike. She crashed into the cliffs, boulders tumbling into the sea.
“AMITY!” Luz screamed, rage burning in her chest. She slammed her fist into the construct’s chest, glyph-light flaring with every blow. The air boomed with each impact.
Amity rose, bruised but unbroken. Her eyes blazed. “No one—no thing—hurts my girlfriend.”
With a roar, she charged, tackling the construct. Together, she and Luz wrestled it back from the city, their enormous forms grappling against the horizon like gods at war.
Below, the witches of Bonesborough watched in awe and terror. Some shouted, “Protectors! Protectors!” Others cried, “It’s all too dangerous! They’ll destroy us all!”
The market was chaos, but then a small voice rose above it. A child stood on a rooftop, clutching a toy doll shaped like Luz.
“Don’t give up! We believe in you!”
Others joined in, one by one, until the chant swelled like thunder. “Protectors! Protectors!”
Amity heard it, her strength surging. She grabbed the construct’s arm, locking it in place. “Luz—finish it!”
Luz’s eyes blazed. She slammed her hand into the ground, carving an enormous glyph into the earth with her fingertip—light, fire, ice, plant, all combined. Magic erupted, surging up her arm until her whole body glowed like a star.
With a shout that shook the Isles, Luz struck the construct square in the chest. The glyph-flare exploded, tearing the monster apart in a burst of green fire and bone shards that rained harmlessly into the sea.
Silence fell.
Then the crowd erupted in cheers. Witches raised their staffs, children waved dolls, merchants threw flowers into the air.
The chant was deafening. “Protectors! Protectors!”
As the echoes faded, Luz and Amity stood side by side, chests heaving. They looked down at the tiny faces below—full of hope, fear, devotion.
Amity’s voice was low, trembling despite her giant strength. “Luz… if we keep doing this, we’re not just protecting them. We are ruling them. Whether we want to or not.”
Luz stared at the Isles, her heart heavy. She thought of her mom, of her promise to be herself, of the dream she’d always had to be a hero.
Finally, she turned to Amity, her eyes clear. “Then let’s rule the only way Belos never could. Not with fear. Not with control. With love. With choices. With trust.”
Amity’s lips curved into a soft, fierce smile. She reached out, and Luz took her hand.
Together, they raised their colossal voices over the Isles.
“We are not your Emperor. We are your protectors. You will always have the right to choose your path. But if you need us—if the Isles are ever in danger—we will be here.”
The cheers that followed weren’t of obedience, but of relief. Of hope.
For the first time in generations, the Isles had protectors instead of tyrants.
That night, the two sat quietly on the cliffs, the stars glittering above.
Luz leaned against Amity’s shoulder, her enormous smile soft. “So… I guess we’re giant girlfriends now. Rulers. Protectors. All that.”
Amity chuckled, brushing a strand of giant hair from her face. “Not exactly what I imagined when I thought about dating you.”
“Regrets?” Luz teased.
“None,” Amity whispered.
The Boiling Sea roared beneath them, but for once, the Isles felt peaceful. The Titan’s bones loomed silently, almost approvingly, as if watching the rise of its new guardians.
Luz and Amity’s hands intertwined, steady and strong.
The Isles had found their judgment.
And their rulers had chosen love.
Years had passed since the night of the Titan’s Judgment. The Boiling Isles was no longer the fractured land it had once been. It was still wild, chaotic, brimming with strange magic—but now, there was a heartbeat of trust beneath it all.
And at its core were two colossal figures.
The market was busier than ever. Stalls brimmed with shimmering potions, enchanted trinkets, and freshly baked bread. The air was filled with laughter, bartering, and the occasional explosion of accidental spellwork.
A tremor rippled through the cobblestones. Merchants glanced up, then smiled instead of panicking.
“Morning patrol!” someone called.
The crowd parted as Luz and Amity strode down the street, towering over the buildings. Luz wore her patched hoodie like a banner, now magically enlarged to fit her. Amity’s hair flowed long, her emerald cloak rippling in the sea breeze.
They weren’t feared anymore. They were greeted.
“Protectors!” shouted a group of children, holding up little wooden dolls carved in the giantesses’ likeness.
Luz bent down, her massive knees shaking the ground, and extended her palm. “Hop on!”
The kids clambered up her hand, squealing with delight as she raised them high into the air. “See? Told you Bonesborough looks cooler from up here!”
Amity shook her head fondly, though her lips curved with pride. “Luz, you’re going to spoil them.”
“They deserve to be spoiled,” Luz said softly, watching the Isles stretch out before them.
Not all changes were so simple.
The Emperor’s Castle was gone—its bones dismantled, its glyph-laden walls ground into rubble. In its place stood the Amity-Luz Archives of Free Magic, a sprawling academy where witches of every coven—and those with none—could study together.
The Coven system itself had dissolved. No more sigils forced onto arms, no more chains disguised as unity. Now, witches wore their chosen skills proudly. A baker could dabble in healing magic. A bard could learn construction spells. A beast-keeper might paint glyphs in their free time.
Even the Wild Witches, once hunted, now taught openly. Eda, naturally, became a professor against her will—though she insisted on a “Professor Owl Lady” title and scheduled naps. King declared himself “Dean of Chaos,” though no one actually knew what that meant.
Lilith found herself in charge of the Isles’ Historical Restoration Project, much to her glee. And Camila? She spent part of every season visiting, often seen perched on Luz’s giant shoulder, cooing proudly at her “hija protectora.”
Luz and Amity didn’t rule from a throne. They walked among their people—literally.
Sometimes, that meant helping rebuild bridges with a single sweep of their arms. Sometimes, it meant standing guard at the Boiling Sea, driving away abominations that slithered too close to the shore. Other times, it meant simply listening—kneeling down so a farmer or student could speak their worries directly into their ears.
They had become living symbols of choice, safety, and hope.
But they also tried to live for themselves.
When the work was done, Luz and Amity could be seen lounging on the cliffs, their enormous forms curled together, or sneaking into town disguised with shrinking glyphs just to enjoy a date night like anyone else.
And when disputes arose about how much authority the Protectors should have, Luz was always the first to remind the Isles:
“We’re not here to rule you. We’re here to keep you safe. The Isles belongs to everyone.”
On the anniversary of the Titan’s Judgment, the Isles held a great festival. Music filled the air, fireworks painted the sky, and every tower and hut was draped in banners of purple and blue.
At the height of the celebration, Luz and Amity knelt in the central square. Amity’s cheeks flushed as the crowd began chanting their names.
“I’ll never get used to that,” she murmured.
Luz grinned, nudging her shoulder gently. “Guess we’d better. We’re the Isles’ biggest celebrities—literally.”
A child ran up, clutching a parchment. “Can you sign this? Please?”
Amity blinked. “You… want our autographs?”
Luz laughed, taking the parchment carefully in her giant fingers. “See, Amity? We’re official now.”
As the crowd cheered, fireworks burst above, casting the Titan’s bones in a rainbow glow. For the first time in centuries, the Isles celebrated not a ruler, but freedom.
Later that night, the two giants sat on the cliffs again, the sea stretching endlessly below.
Luz rested her head on Amity’s shoulder. “Think the Titan’s happy with us?”
Amity gazed at the great skeletal remains jutting from the horizon. In the silence, the waves crashed like a heartbeat.
“I think…” Amity whispered, “…if the Titan’s watching, it’s proud. Not because we’re big. But because we chose to love instead of control.”
Luz smiled, tears glimmering in her eyes. “Then we’ll keep choosing that. Every day.”
They sat in silence, their hands intertwined, watching the stars.
Far below, the Isles thrived—free, chaotic, beautiful.
And above it all, two giant protectors watched over their home.
Not as rulers. Not as tyrants.
But as Luz and Amity.
Together.