Yuma walked over to where Kyoko was sitting.
"Yuma brought some firewood." Yuma said softly to Kyoko, showing her her prize. It had been hard, scavenging through the ruins trying to find something that would burn properly, and she had taken a lot of time finding the small bundle of wood.
Kyoko nodded absently, her thoughts constantly returning to Sayaka, images flashing through her mind. The sight of her fighting Kirika. Her body lying motionless on the ground. Miku Osunaga with her over-large sword. It was too much to take.
Turning away from Yuma, Kyoko hid her darkening soul gem, the taint rising steadily, to engulf the red oval.
Yuma looked at Kyoko sadly. Ever since Sayaka had died, Kyoko had been so preoccupied, just sitting there. Sometimes they travelled, but now, Kyoko just sat there, thinking about Sayaka, and possibly her revenge.
Kyoko felt herself weakening as her soul gem reached it's full extent, the grief in it overcoming her. She slumped in her seat, as the grief took over.
Why was her soul gem in her hands, in its egg form? Looking down, Kyoko realised she had changed back. Her green jacket and dark shorts were back on her. Staring at her soul gem, she realised it was completely black, only the slightest ray of red showing.
Her vision began to blur, black specks covering it. She could hear Yuma shouting, but it sounded so far away, as though she was underwater. All she could feel was the grief consuming her, overwhelming her, and she was falling. Falling through an endless pit of despair.

Yuma clung onto Kyoko's body, as huge gusts of wind blew her back, knocking the firewood out of her arms. That didn't matter, but she won't lose Kyoko. The gusts blew her back, sending her tumbling, head over heels, until it stopped.
Looking up, Yuma realised she was in a witch's labryinth. It couldn't be...
"Kyoko?" Yuma looked down at the motionless body of Kyoko. The sight of her in normal clothes filled her with dread, "Kyoko! Wake up!" Shaking Kyoko's body hard, hoping, somehow, if she shook hard enough, she could wake her up.
"Please, Kyoko!" Yuma wailed, praying desperately that Kyoko would wake up, that-that she hadn't turned into a witch.
"Kyoko Sakura is gone," The voice came from nowhere, "She is now Ophelia, whose nature is abandonment." Yuma looked up wildly. She couldn't see anyone, fog surrounded her everywhere. The marching steps of what sounded like a troop echoed into her ears. Then she heard another set, made only by one person. The empty footsteps echoed, seemingly from everywhere, surrounding Yuma, cloaking her like the fog. The footsteps were there, yet, they were so hollow, without any life or hope. As though someone had lost the will to try.
"Someone?" Yuma called out softly, praying that someone would hear, a magical girl, not a minion, or even worse, the witch. There was no reply.
You have been abandoned. Abandoned like me. Abandoned by my dearest friend, death separating us like never before.
Ophelia's voice whispered into Yuma's mind, as she trudged along emptily, with hollow footsteps, in the everlasting fog.
Perhaps death will bring us back together, perhaps someone will bring light to my world, but no, I have been abandoned, no one will care, no one will notice. I am truly, the witch of abandonment.
Ophelia's voice was sorrowful, the grief in it evident.
"Kyoko?" Yuma called, maybe Kyoko would remember, and come back to her. Maybe.
"Kyoko!" She called again.
Abandoned forever, as I deserved, abandoned by everyone I love.
Abandoned, abandoned the words whispered through the fog, always abandoned.
"Kyoko, Yuma's here for you!" Yuma called, "Please, just come back to Yuma!" The witch didn't seem to hear.
Always abandoned, always lost.
A sudden explosion knocked Yuma to the side, still clinging on to Kyoko's body.
A shadowy figure came out of the fog. Yuma gasped and held an arm up warily. Miku stood there, her white hair blown about by the fog. The eyes she stared at Yuma with were surprisingly warmer than she would have expected.
"Kyoko Sakura can't come back," She said, almost gently, "It's best to reunite her with Sayaka, than let her walk empty footsteps alone." Yuma blinked in confusion.
"Reunite her with...Sayaka? You mean- no, no! Don't kill her! Don't!" Yuma screamed, running to Miku, trying to stop her. She was knocked aside easily.
"Stop it," Miku ordered, her voice surprisingly steely, "She won't come back and you know it. Would you rather let her suffer, or let her be at peace?" Yuma knew the answer. She hung her head, wishing, just somehow, Miku would change her mind. A tear fell from her eye, as Yuma relived the memories she had of Kyoko. When she saved her from a witch. How she took pity on Yuma and let her stay with her. How she fed her, taught her to survive. All those memories, and Yuma couldn't do anything to help her. She was so useless. More tears fell, but they quickly stopped when Yuma heard a scream, and an explosion.
"Miku?" Yuma looked up, "Miku, where are you?" The sound of metal slashing and a cry of pain answered her.
"No!" Yuma cried, running towards the sound of the fight.
Finally reaching the source of commotion, she found Miku, battling Ophelia fiercely.
Miku swung her giant sword down aimed at Ophelia's mount, a somewhat misshapen horse, with a body like a big red diamond, and had a steely appearance to it. Ophelia herself was dressed in what looked like a kimono, her head, a candle flame.
Miku's attack struck, slicing into the horse, but despite it's size, the giant sword only went halfway down its neck. Miku's eyes widened, and she struggled to yank the massive sword out of the horse's neck.
Ophelia took the chance to strike. Her head and torso suddenly morphing into a spear, she lunged out, towards Miku.
Miku gasped, shifting to the side as much as she could. Ophelia's attack only glanced her side at her attempt to dodge. Judging from Miku's grimace, Yuma guessed the attack must have hurt quite a bit.
Ophelia screeched, her candle head enlargening, until she was lobbing small balls of flame everywhere. Miku had no choice, but to let go of her sword, to dodge the fireballs.
"Yuma, help me!" Miku cried out in panic, ducking the firey balls, and leaping towards Ophelia.
Yuma stood there transfixed, conflicting thoughts and emotions rushing through her. Should she save the girl who saved her before, and saved her again? The girl who have her a whole new perspective on life? She made a wish to always be with Kyoko, to always be there to heal her. Couldn't she heal her now? She had to try.
"Kyoko?" Yuma called out tentatively.
"Yuma, what are you doing? Help me!" Miku cried out, as she ran, but Yuma ignored her.
"Kyoko, I'm here, remember? I won't leave you," Yuma called out to the now motionless figure of Ophelia, "I made a wish to heal you, and always be able to find you. I've found you now, I know you're still in there, Kyoko. Come out, so I can heal you."

While Yuma stood in there, calling to Ophelia, Oriko and Kirika watched the battle from outside. Where at first there had been a bright, conflicting red orb, signalling a battle inside, it had calmed to a steadily glowing pale red orb, calmly glowing.
"You don't think they're waiting for death do you?" Kirika turned to Oriko. Oriko remained motionless, staring at the red orb.
"Perhaps, but they might be trying to talk to her. That witch was once, after all, Kyoko Sakura." Kirika nodded, digesting the information.
"Is it actually possible though? For a witch to turn back into a Puella Magi?" Kirika asked. Oriko shook her head.
"I thought they would have learnt by now, but they never give up. I suppose they'll learn the hard way."

"Kyoko, please, come on out," Yuma called, "I won't abandon you." At those words, something in Ophelia stirred. Yuma's heart rose, when she thought she saw the figure of Kyoko sitting astride the horse.
"Kyoko? You're there, aren't you?" The figure of Kyoko seemed to darken, until she was almost there, actually sitting astride the horse.
"Kyoko, you're coming aren't you? You're coming back!" Yuma couldn't hide the excitement in her voice. Kyoko's figure solidified until she actually was sitting there.
"Kyoko!" Yuma ran to her, but stopped, when Kyoko made no move to come to her. Kyoko instead, only gave her a sad smile.
"I'm sorry, Yuma, I don't like leaving, but I have to, I can hear them calling me. Your magic won't work." After she said the last words, she began to fade again, rapidly, until only Ophelia was left.
"No, Kyoko, don't go!" Yuma screamed, falling to her knees, "Don't leave me." She whispered, feeling more alone than ever. First daddy left, because of her, then mummy left, and now, now Kyoko left.
Yuma could hear the faint sounds of Miku fighting Ophelia, but it was so soft, as though she was in a giant bubble, blocking out the sounds of the world. No-one left. She felt so hollow, like an empty shell.
She won't leave Kyoko, she won't be a burden to her. Yuma could feel the grief rising in her soul gem, but it brought a flare of hope inside her. Maybe, just maybe, if she and Kyko were the same, Kyoko would let her stay, they could fight together as witches, that would work, wouldn't it?

Miku heard Yuma sob, and tore her eyes away from her battle with Ophelia, to glance at Yuma. When she saw Yuma, she froze.
Yuma's soul gem was completely black, save a slight shimmer of green occasionally.
Ophelia took Miku's distraction as a chance to strike. Her head and torso turning into a spear once more, she tore through the air, crashing into Miku, and sending her flying through the fog.
Miku landed hard, a deep cut on her stomach.
"Ow." She winced. Looking up, she could see Yuma's shadow through the fog. As she watched, she saw Yuma's silhouette arch her back, as though in pain, while something exploded from the soul gem she held. Miku watched with increasing dread, as Yuma's body fell to the ground, and another shape appeared next to it. Another witch had been born.