The discharge of power left Willy smoking and crumpled. His guitar burned beside him at the edge of the fountain.

Slowly, he raised his head and his eyes remained black.

"You are a powerful witch," he rasped. "Your fury is righteous and I find no fault with your truth."

Then he sank to the ground and bowed his head in defeat. He had assumed he would be brought low by another Fae come for him to stop his union with Fin. He had never thought that he may need to fear one who delighted him. But such was the case - all he felt tenderness for were set against him and he had been his own undoing.