No point of view: Flora thought to herself quietly. The fact the Wizards have been gone for nearly a month, and that worries her. The others are celebrating, glad that the earth is safe from them... but Flora always had something in the back of her mind, and as much as she wished it would go away, it wouldn't: Only safe for now. Flora was sitting quietly at the table in the Fruity Music Bar. Flora had been sitting on the edge of the table, deep in thought. Suddenly, her arm was touched, and she looked over. "Flora, you were distant there for a second. Thinking?" Bloom asked her. "Yeah," Flora said, taking a drink of her smoothie. She was much sadder than usual, and the others didn't know how to cheer her up, so she tried to help them, but no matter what, she still had a dark feeling lurking in the back of her mind. "Flora, don't worry, it's safe," Bloom said, patting Flora's shoulder. They were sitting at a couch table that had an opening from the beach and an opening from the inside of the Fruity Music Bar.
It was night, around nine. It was a warm summer night, and Flora liked warm summer nights. "I'm going to go to the beach," Flora said, sliding off the chair. "Okay Flora, but be careful," Bloom said. Flora walked down to the beach, her right arm a little above her left elbow. Her dress was down to her knees, and she was wearing flip-flops. As she got to the beach, she noticed how empty it was. There was just about nobody there, and whoever was there was leaving. "Strange, usually the beach is filled with people around this time," she thought to herself. She saw the back of a cliff behind her, the top being about ten feet up. She sat down on the sand, leaned against the rock, and pulled her legs up to her chest. She put her head down to her knees, and looked out at the ocean. A quick, chilly breeze brushed past her. "I wish I had brought my sweater," she said, shivering a little.
She thought she saw a flash out of the corner of her eye, but when she turned, she didn't see anything. Her heart started racing, though, because what she had seen wasn't white, it was purple: Which was the color of the smoke which surrounded the Wizards when they teleported. She leaned against the rock harder, her hair swaying in the slight after-breeze the chilly breeze had left behind. The ocean sprayed water onto her, and it got her hair and clothes a little wet, along with her face, arms and legs. Flora got up, because she was scared, and wondered if what she had seen was real, if it really was the Wizards. She shook the thought out of her head, and started walking back towards the others. But as she was walking, she heard footsteps behind her, close. But when she turned and saw nothing, she new something was wrong. Without giving herself a second to think, she through off her flip-flops, and started running down the beach. The sand wrapped around her feet as she ran, making it difficult to go fast. Her heart was racing as she quickened her step. She was about ready to jump in the ocean and swim when something wrapped around her foot. Luckily, it was just sand, but the sand was thick from the waves. She pulled herself along, going as fast as she could. She realized she had to jump in the ocean now, so she did. The water was warm, thankfully, and her dress stayed next to her, though she would rather take it off, and use her swimsuit, which was under the dress. But she knew the dress was the warmest thing she had right now, and, if she got out of the water anytime before dawn, she'd have to have the dress. She heard no splashes behind her, but nearly had a heart attack when she heard something that sounded like magic.
She saw purple, which was not one of the colors used by any good magical being, in fact, it was only used by the Wizards of the Black Circle. She was confident of her getting away until she started sinking. Her dress was to heavy, which was understandable. She couldn't get it off, and she continued sinking. Just as she was about to lose any hope if getting back up, an arm shot under the water and grabbed hers. It pulled her up, and when she got to the surface of the water, she started coughing. She was cold, wet and tired, and above all else, scared. She had her eyes closed, fearful of many things, along with the fact they would sting if she opened them. Whatever she was brought back to the surface by had black clothes on, and almost nobody in Gardenia wore black. The only people who wore black that she could think of were the Wizards, and she had a feeling it was them. "But why would they pull me up and save me?" she thought to herself, still coughing.
She felt a hand brush her hair off of her face, making it easier for her to breathe. She finally opened her eyes, and, just as she had suspected, she saw Ogron sitting by her, his expression like usual, along with the other Wizards, each of which was smiling the same way Ogron was. "Get away from me," she said, her voice filled with fear and sadness. She felt horrible, and knew she couldn't fight them. Ogron didn't say anything, but Duman grabbed her wrist, and pulled her up. But it didn't feel very forceful, and even if it was, she wouldn't be able to notice. She had lost most feeling to her arms and legs. She was wobbly, and her eyes were partially closed, and even then her vision was blurred with water. Duman pushed her rather gently over to Ogron, gently enough she would have to walk to get all the way there, and despite her head screaming not to, she walked over, because she needed help, and even if they didn't do anything to her, she'd have bad chances in the state she was in. When she got over, she was fearful of what would happen, she covered her face onto to feel herself warming, because something had been wrapped around her.
It was Ogron's jacket, which he had taken off to put around her. The other Wizards were smiling like usual, but Flora was somewhat calm, considering the circumstances. She was still freaked out, sad, and scared, but she still couldn't fight or transform, which made her unable to offer any resistance. Flora refused to meet any of their gazes, and pulled Ogron's jacket off from herself. She handed it back to him, and she tried to walk backwards, but tripped over a small sand bump. She fell down, and her dress ripped on the sides. She put her head down on the ground, and felt tears fall from her eyes. She tried to get back up, but her strength was gone, and now she posed no threat to anybody, not even a normal person. "We're not going to hurt you," she heard Ogron say, his footsteps, along with the other Wizards' drawing near. "T-then W-why did y-you f-follow m-me?" she asked, stumbling over words, and shivering. She was sad, scared, confused, worried, it's hard to describe what she was feeling. The other Wizards looked at Ogron, who nodded. They all teleported, bringing Flora with them.