The Birth of the Patronus Charm

"I finally waited for you..."

Nelson looked at Pythia, her dress fluttering in the sky, and murmured, "A false soul can actually bloom into flowers this real..."

Above everyone's heads, It had no majestic aura, no overbearing magic, no towering form, Behind Pythia, above their heads, at the edge of the Silver Falcon's outstretched wings, a bright, warm sun slowly rose, scattering her radiance across this continent that was breaking free from eternal night.

People stared in astonishment as the world around them brightened. The vast snowfields glittered in the sunlight with a diamond-like sheen. The animals hibernating in the forest woke in a daze and came out of their tree-hole homes, crouching neatly on the ground as they gazed at the low-hanging sun.

More and more living creatures ran out of the forest, crowding beside the humans they had never seen before, saluting the sun with gazes people could not understand. Soon, there was nowhere left to stand around Nelson. Andros, who had finally managed to jump down from the scaffolding, was squeezed into the middle of a huge nest of squirrels because of his massive build. He carefully picked out patches of empty ground to step on, swaying toward Nelson with the posture of a ballet dancer. The scaffolding was also packed with animals of every kind. Draped in thick fur, they appeared atop the Steel Giant's parts, as though dressing it in a new coat of expensive pelts.

The light grew even brighter. The sun's radiance had already shone across nearly every piece of land in Northern Europe. Nelson stared fixedly at Pythia's dancing figure, at the silver steam spiraling around her, watching it gradually become solid, and could not help remembering the time when he had learned the Patronus Charm. So much had changed that he