Chapter 7 -Esmerald P.O.V- Ignis in Vitam

Flames dance on my skin. The warmth like a relaxing bath. I hear an echo of my name.

"Esmerald" "Esmerald" "Esmerald"

Over and over my name is repeated. Till it all drowns out and I'm floating on fire.

My eyes flutter open and I see a large person looming over me. I don't have the strenght to call out for help. I open my mouth but the dryness blocks me. A wet rag appears in the hand and is set gently on my forehead. I close my eyes again and drift off.

This time I am at the Moore. Where I grew up with beloved Maleficent. Oh Maleficent. How I miss her so so much. But something is wrong. The sky is dark and a storm is appearing. The cottage is hidden in some kind of haze and I can sense dark magic. I see a teenage girl, without her wings standing in the cottage, a blissful look on her face. I then see the smile disappear and she crushes the frame she was holding. She turns around and I gasp. It's Maleficent. Where are her wings? She walks right through me and grabs a book, the book I gave her.

"She's never coming back. This is useless. You have beaten everything she has thrown at you" Maleficent hisses to herself. I stand there shocked as she holds out her hand and starts speaking a spell.

"Non erit ibi ignis in vitam. Non erit ibi ignis in erit ibi ignis in vitam" She repeats getting louder each time.

I watch as the book slowly burns away, the life I gave it to teach Maleficent. Like the spell says, there shall not be any more fire in life. Is she giving up? Where is mother? I look around and see no sign of mother. I walk out of the cottage and see a patch of dirt in the back, a tombstone sits on it. I don't even have to look at it. I kneel down and start crying. This must be a nightmare. It must. Then the rain starts. Comes down fast, pelting me. I don't feel anything, I am numb. This is my fault. I should've never left. I should've fought. Maleficent wouldn't be resorting to the dark magic that killed our father.

The sound of shouting pushes me out of the darkness. I sit up and then fall back down, my head dizzy. My vision is blurry but I can see two outlines, looking at me.

"Esmerald?"

"Honey" Another voice asks.

I blink to clear my head and look around. I'm in a large canopy bed covered in a deep velvet color. A large window sits on a wall, covered in a gorgeous velvet color with gold trimming. My heart starts speeding up and my breathing goes haywire. William rushes over.

"Darling are you okay?"

I push his arm away and get out of the bed.

"I don't think that's the best idea" Adrian informs me. I ignore him rushing over to the window. I brush aside the curtain and open the window. Cool wind rushes in and sun shines in my eye. I smile and crawl in the window to sit on the ledge. The men stand behind me and I hear them whisper to each other. A hand sets gently on my shoulder. Only then do I realize I am wearing a silk nightgown that I have never seen in my life.

"Honey, What happened" William asks. I sigh and turn around.

"I have no clue. I need to go home to find out."

"Home. What will help you at our house?"

"William. I need to go to my old home" I say looking at Adrian. Adrian looks at the floor guiltily.

"I'm sorry. I tried but the king banned out of that kingdom. I couldn't go watch Maleficent. I am so sorry Esmerald" He pleads.

I nod and reach over and give William a kiss on his cheek. Then I fall. As I fall, my wings spread out wide, catching the wind and leveling me. My wings close in and I speed towards the Moore. I let my heart guide me and soon, I arrive at my childhood village. Like in my vision, the moore is dark and hazy. I arrive at the little cottage and fortunately it's in one piece. I land and walk briskly to the door. Swinging it open, I am face to face memories that I for so long shoved away. It's still the same. Only Maleficent's leaf bed is not there. I call out for her. No answer. I fly up to my old room. It's almost completely torn apart. My bed is ripped in half and feathers are thrown across the room. My little chest is open and all the items are out and burned. Sinking to the floor, I wrap my arms around my knees, rocking back in forth. The tears start falling,slow at first and then faster and faster. Slowly I drift off to sleep.

I decided to write from Esmerald Point Of View which I never do. Usually it's in third person so tell me how I did!