Disclaimer and Author's note: I do not own Once Upon a Time. All rights are reserved. I also do not own the plot or idea of this story. Everything goes to Queen Mab the Second. Without who, I wouldn't have the amazing plot to write this and can't wait to progress further into the story.
Side Note: Bold letters/words indicate a scene change.
One ~ Chantale Devolos
"Is this it?" A male's voice questions. His blue eyes glimmer in the pale light, they blink once and another in worry. Already double guessing himself and his ridiculous idea.
"Yes, it is. " This time, a female voice replies. Adding the final touch to her work of art.
"Maybe, we shouldn't. "
"You wanted to do it. Where's your sense adventure, did it run away again?" She peered over her shoulder, her brows inching up in question. Waiting for a response she knew he didn't have the courage to admit.
"Chantale. " Blue eyes, as clear as the morning sky, blinked, annoyed. Regaining her focus on her piece of art before her.
"Mitchell, this was your idea. I'm just here to be the lab rat. " Chantale explained, looking up to see her cousin with a worried fill expression.
"Maybe the others were right. It was a stupid idea. " He took a step so that he was blocking her from the potion. Extending his arms a width apart. Chantale crossed her arms and replied,
"Enough with the maybes! There are only ideas derived of madness. And madness wins every time. That's how we can evolve. Now move aside before I make you!" She lifts her hand up and Mitchell had the good sense to move. Knowing he was two seconds away from getting knocked from under his feet and sent flying.
"Is it done?" Mitchell questions as soon as Chantale resumes her actions.
"Almost. "
Chantale Devolos is an expert. When it comes to the fine craft of potion making she was number one. Even her family and friends gave her much compliments. She might even be called a prodigy. Alright she was a prodigy, no use in sugar coating the truth.
She eyed the ingredients she had Mitchell collect : Dandelion Root (Fairy Clock), or more commonly known as Witch's Milk, Eye of Newt, and the last ingredient being her blood. Blood magic was the most potent. The most forbidden of all magic.
She grabbed the letter opener. Pricking her finger. Oozing, Crimson blood, dripped down and became cold as it dropped into the bowl joining the Witch's Milk and the Eye of Newt.
"Blood magic is dangerous. We shouldn't do this! I shouldn't have suggested any of this!"
"No shit, Sherlock! But it's already too late! So stop with the second guessing, because it's getting old. "
"Chantale!"
"For once in your life, Mitchell. Shut the heck up. "
With that Chantale closed her eyes and raised the completed potion. She was eye level with it and hesitated only for a second before she consumed all of it. When she swallowed she chanted the spell,
"Sacred Ancestors of the Devolas line, blood of my blood, will the future to me so that I may see, so more it be. "
"You ready to go? HELLLLOOO, earth to Chantale?" Raoul waved his hand in-front of her, trying his best to catch her attention. Chantale shook her head out of her thoughts and slapped his hand away.
"Yes. I'm ready. " she replied, annoyed.
"You looked lost in thought. Tough night?" Chantale knew what he was doing. He liked to delve into matters that weren't his and he always knew when something happened. It was almost as if he could sense it in the air.
"You could say that. " Chantale said. Trying to keep her voice steady and nonchalant.
"Care to explain?" Raoul pried.
"Not really. "
His laughter rang through her ears, however she learned long ago to ignore it. After throwing her pack on top all the others luggage, she opened the car door and sat and slammed the door shut.
Mitchell sat beside her. His eyes conveying pure worry. He was the only witness to last nights experiment. He saw what happened. Things like that shouldn't even happen. Chantale stared at him - almost as if the two had a wordless conversation with one another. Making sure he kept his mouth shut and silent. The two of them didn't need any of their cousins, nor their parents finding out what they had committed.
This was going to be a long trip, she thought as the car reversed and was set to drive.
The scenery changed with each second, minute, and hour that passed. Driving on the road, it was the Devolos's goal to reach their vacation destination. Although it was clear as day to all of them that they were completely lost.
"Do you even know where you're going Raoul?" Lorraine asked. She had taken the passenger seat - she and her brother were super close and Lorraine cared enough for the bulk of them.
"Yes, Lorraine. I'm following the directions correctly. "
"Apparently, you're not. Now give me the map. I will do the navigation. " Lorraine said, while trying to grab onto the map from her brother's hand. But she missed and made Raoul miss his exit. "Great. Now you made me pass the exit. " He said, making Lorraine to cross her arms against her chest.
Great. Now she was playing the silent treatment. Real mature, she thought inwardly.
"How about we just make for the next exit?" Chantale suggested, after hearing enough of their sibling bickering, hoping to defuse the situation.
Ever since they were children, Chantale always had to play moderator between her cousins. It could be annoying at times, but she initially thought someone had to do it, might as well be her. She took a glance at her other cousin - sitting on the other side of Mitchell. His nose in a book. Complete ignoring the rest of us. Lost in another world. He had vibrant red hair that made him stick out, although when his nose wasn't stuck in a good book his overall presence could be quite intimidating. He was always ready for any given situation and that made him valuable.
Chantale's attention veered back to the road and mist that had begun to cover the road making it hard to see through the windshield and window.
"Great. Now there's fog. " Raoul complained.
"Just take the exit Chantale pointed out." Lorraine pointed, silent treatment forgotten.
"Thanks for the reminder, genius. " Raoul replied.
"Takes one to know one. " Lorraine chided back.
Ah, typical brother and sister banter till the end, so annoying, I thought to myself once again.
She turned her attention from the car and her cousins, to the side of the road. Reading the signs to pass the time. But, when her blue eyes landed on one for some unknown reason, a chill ran up her spine.
"Storybrooke, Maine. " It read.
She had to close her eyes. The vision the spell gave her would no doubtfully come to pass. And it would all end here.