Like petals to the wind that drift so aimlessly into the fog and vanishes forever, dreams do that often as well as day dreams, they are a peaceful kind of relaxation with little awareness to the true facts of life. I imagine that this must be what birds feel like when they soar so ever on and on into the deep blue sky going where they wish, free to make their own decisions.

Birds fly solo just as I wish I could. Oh, how I wish I could just pick up my suitcase and fly away from these memories lying in the misty fog or the shiny rays of a newborn sun. The woods that surround this beautiful school grow higher and higher until only the bottoms of the trees could be seen whilst the tops lay in the clouds. The trees are the most emerald of greens with murky chocolate browns for the branches. I have walked amongst these trees for so long I no longer remember why I am here and then the angelic pink hazy school reminds me of who I am and why I am here. It is my punishment they had said, it was my fault that I was here and for the rest of eternity I would not be able to sleep peaceful and that I was only allowed to wander this beautiful land.

But, beautiful forests and angelic schools get boring and bland after a while. I try to focus on the patterns of the sky like I had done when I was so young. That was back when I thought magical creatures flew to the stars at night and brought forth the sun so that the sodden earth might grow strong, I had thought that they pulled the sun here and began to draw shapes in the sky because they were bored and those became the clouds that looked like animals, plants, and people we might have known at one point but, alas that is in my past and now I sit here in this cold dark and unknown grave.

Six feet underground it is cold so sometimes I let my restless spirit go to find the warmth of my once called home and now my friends have gone and left. The world has forgotten me but, I have not forgotten them. My mission was to find the girl and so I did but, what I have come to find within the few hours that I had known the girl I did not find her to be what they described for you see she was polite and her heart was brilliant with a never ending flame that flickered in the dark compared to the man who sat beside her with nothing but, envy.

Envy isn't a good thing to feel, I should know that myself. Envy eats away at you soul to leave you nothing but, a cold lifeless shadow that sweeps unnoticed across the floor making no noise and no gestures to alert you to its presence. I remember a time back when I was young and naïve, back when I so in love with the mere thought of love that it sent me to my knees.

I chased after the redhead into the caves of Shadowhaunt. The smells of mothballs and dust found their way into my nose. It was gross here and the sound of running water hits my eardrums with a numb sensation. I was lost in my thoughts when my body smashed into another's body. Immediately my hand went out to grab the person thinking that it was the red-head.

A loud "oof" sounded from their lips, the light from the rising sun had found its way to the back of the cave illuminating it dimly. The persons face made me freeze. It was as if I was looking straight into a mirror except this mirror was older and had a different hair color. Equally identical eyes met mine and I realized I was looking into the face of my beloved sister.

Many years of held back feelings and old conversations of absolutely nothing all wash over me and I feel the love that I have always felt for my sister. We grew up together in a small house made up of only three rooms, it was small but it was still comfortable enough for us to play by the flowing pastel blue river that washed in the trees nearby. Before my sister can speak I wrap my ghostly arms around her and squeeze her tight.

Her sister in which she had not seen in years, now stood before her and all that she managed to say came out in an eep kind of noise. In the dense land that smelled of rot and decaying earth her sister sat there smelling of flowers and pine, she smelled of home.

The hug only lasted a moment before the rough calloused hands pushed her off leaving her body to tumble onto the floor. Thought Griselda's face never showed the hurt that she carried as a deep wound her eyes screamed it.

"Selda, listen I'm sorr-" I began but she cut me off.

"Save it." Griselda hissed.

Memories are who we are, they can build us and they can destroy us. It is in our moment of weakness that we turn to our memories for a safe haven but sometimes the nightmares come to us before the good things can and we are defeated.

In this story something similar happened, Griselda's eyes met those of her sisters and just like that the memories from happier times appeared. Those times were gone now in the face of the enemy and destroyed by a man who was once called a friend.

Griselda and Adriana faced off against each other sending magic towards each other and doging it every time. They fought until the ground was burned ashen. All magic power was near drained and that's when the tables turned and the bridge they found themselves on collapsed and they were sent tumbling down the waterfalls.

Meanwhile Darkar was getting very very impatient and decided to fetch the girl himself. He'd always been a man who refused help even though it was greatly appreciated. He used to be a good man until he met her and that's when he'd do anything for her and so he searched the world for a magic that he could give to her that was so powerful.

Naturally he was successful. He found the biggest powersource in all of the magical universe, the only problem was the fact that it was already corrupted and it took over his body. He was not nor ever would be the man that his friends knew.

He found himself in a clearing at the same time a scared redhead did. They, just as the sisters did, began to battle. Magical aura's swirled around their bodies trying to take over the other but they were an even match.

A large hunk of rock came flying from nowhere and landed in some trees sending two women who were trying to strangle the other soaring through the sky. "How could you? You were my sister!" Griselda screamed out to Adriana.

"It's not like you cared anyways." Adriana bit back.

"Both of you just stop!" All eyes turned to a panting redhead. "Do you guys even know why you're fighting anymore? Shouldn't you just forgive and forget. I mean seriously Ms. Griselda, you should be happy your sister is alive."

"Bloom, you don't understand. That thing right there isn't my sister, not anymore that is. For all I know my sister died the day that power hungry idiot seduced her. " Griselda spoke angrily her words coming out in fast blurts. Tears burned at the end of her vision and her hands shook in fists at her sides.

"Selda, is that how you truly feel about me? This whole time all I did was for you. For so many years I fought this power so that I could tell you one last time that I love you. Selda, I'm dying, I've always been dying and I just don't have the strength anymore to fight this off." Adriana whispered and reached out to hug her sister in which Griselda was so shocked that she allowed it and tried to process this information. The woman she had hated for so long for leaving her was now returning. Nothing made sense. Perhaps, this was all some whacked out dream like when that Alice girl fell down a well.

Raising her hands up Griselda hugged her sister tightly and she disappeared into the rising sun with her soul free to fly into the air. There was still one thing left, Dakar was still standing there with a glare on his face. "You just took away my one in command." He hissed.

"Come on Bloom let's beat him together and banish him once and for all." Together they raised their hands and sent him into oblivion and so ends our story as it was meant to be for all stories are meant to end at one point and who knows, maybe it will be rewritten sometime in the future.