"What the hell do you want?" Myrta frighteningly asked her unexpected visitor.
"Oh, you probably don't recognize me like this. Maybe this will help," Bloom said and she reverted to her normal form.
"Bloom," Myrta said as her eyes widened in shock. "But you died. How can this be? Are you some kind of... ghost."
"Boo," Bloom said playfully. "Anyway, to answer your question,I don't know the specifics myself, but I've been brought back to kill those responsible for the death of me and my friends. So far, I'm off to a good start."
"You killed Icy," Myrta half-asked/half-said.
"She was already dead. She died a year ago when she helped kill me and my friends. They're all dead: they just don't know it yet," Bloom explained with a malicious smile on her face.
"You can't kill them Bloom."
"Sure I can. My magic is now more powerful than it was when I was alive. Plus I feel no pain and any wounds I get heal instantly. I hate to brag, but I'm practically invincible now."
"No, I mean..." Myrta put her hand on her forehead trying to think of what she would say next. "Lets say you kill them: what makes you any different from them?"
"They have something to lose. I don't."
Myrta stared partly in shock at her friend. "What happened to you Bloom? You were never this obsessive and vengeful before."
"Lets just say that seeing all your friends killed, then being violently murdered and resurrected changes a girl," Bloom explained.
"Fair enough."
"Myrta, what's been happening since I died?" Bloom asked.
"Since you've been gone, Baltor has slowly but surely been conquering more worlds. No one's been able to stop him yet, and it looks like he might take the entire universe."
"We'll see about that," Bloom said. "But what's been happening to you? I mean, what were you doing with Icy and all those other girls?"
"After the destruction of Alfea, Icy took me and made me one of her sex slaves. She had several and we were all red heads, which I thought was kind of odd," Myrta said.
"Any reason for that?" Bloom asked. She was curious as to why Icy kept a harem of girls that all had the same color as herself and if this had something to do with why she was raped before being killed.
"We were never certain. We meaning me and the other girls Icy had. We just figured she was a horny lesbian with a preference to red heads."
"Makes sense. Myrta, I am so sorry for everything that has happened to you over the last year," Bloom said and placed a sympathetic hand on Myrta's shoulder.
When she did this, she received more visions. This time she saw Flora in a hospital room with all kinds of machines attached to the nature fairy. Bloom then saw one of the machines flat line, meaning that Flora died. After these visions passed, she stumbled backwards from Myrta while flailing her arms.
"Are you all right?" Myrta asked.
"Don't touch me!" Bloom cried and then she regained her composure. "Myrta, I just saw something odd," Bloom said and described her latest visions to Myrta.
"I can explain that. Flora didn't die immediately following the battle at Alfea. After the battle, she was roughed up but still alive. Stormy then had her sent to a hospital."
"Why would Stormy go to the trouble of sending Flora to a hospital?"
"I don't know. I never found out for sure. I always figured that Stormy was planning to keep her as a sex slave like Icy did to me."
"Stormy was gay too?"
"Actually Stormy is bi," Myrta clarified. "Anyway, I stayed in the hospital with Flora the whole time she was there. She held on for 30 hours before she finally gave up."
"I see. Now, can you tell me anything about Dray, Stormy or Baltor that would help me with my mission?" Bloom asked.
"Baltor spends nearly all of his time in Cloud Tower planning his universal conquest. Dray is his right hand witch and spends most of her time with him. Stormy can usually be found at an arena on the west side of town where she gets men to fight each other to the death for her amusement."
"Sounds like something she'd do. You've been very helpful Myrta. I'll be leaving now."
"Are you going to leave the same way you came in?"
"Actually I was planning to use your front door," Bloom said and walked out of Myrta's modest home and towards her next objective.
