Andie pulled back one of her arms, leaving the other to hold off her Dream’s iteration of her Courage. She balled the newly freed hand into a fist, and released all the pressure that had been building within the sparks at her feet - unintentionally launching herself face first into and through the Dream and its sword before she could throw her planned punch.
Shards of the Dream’s armor scattered through the air, a large hole blown in the overzealous guardian’s chest. It had never stopped trying to protect her, but fear had seeped into its cracks and led it to prioritize destroying the wicked over protecting the innocent. An almost unforgivable act for a hero.
Brilliant orange flames spread from the hole Andie had left in the Dream - spreading not outward, but inward to take hold of the hate and fear that had infected the once noble protector. Cracks of bright, shimmering light spread out slowly across different parts of the Dream, and flickers of the flames’ glow slipped out from the gaps in its armor. Soon the flames began to die down into embers, but quickly returned with a renewed fervor - causing the entire creature to erupt into a brilliant orange blaze.
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Lost fragments of the Dream’s armor began to pull back into the blaze, as its shape began to slowly shift. Once the flames had died down, the Dream’s new, reborn self was revealed. It was still in the form of a mechanical knight, but was now rounder and slightly smaller - more childlike. Its thruster had vanished - the ability to fly no longer requiring justification - and its once pristine armor was now muddied with patches of fertile earth and verdant grass stains. Its visor was now raised, and its eyes had melted from sharp and full of conviction, to circular and full of wonder.
Finally, the Dream’s Courage melted down into silken flames that flowed through the air to wrap around its neck and turn into a giant-robot sized copy of Andie’s new scarf. Her Confidence.