AU. Bloom had grown up in a blissful but magicless world of planet Earth, unaware of her true origins. Until one day at the tender age of sixteen, Bloom is attacked by a dangerous magical creature and thus is rescued by a wizard. Unexpectedly, Bloom is thrown into a mystical worlds of fairies, wizards, and heroes, but she finds herself drawn to Valtor. [Slow Burn] Sparxshipping.
Bright Lights, Black City
Chapter One
"You're a Fairy, Bloom"
Golden sunlight spilled into the young teenager's bedroom. Birds had chirped happily as they flew right besides the window. It was utterly silent in the room until a soft voice had urged her young sleepily daughter to wake up.
"Bloom, darling it's time for you to wake up."
Bloom's eyelids had fluttered wide open.
The young redhead teenager had groaned. She pulled up her sheets, not wanting to bother to get out of bed. A sort of rebellion of not wanting to get up. The girl heard her mother's soft voice call for her again. Bloom sighed in annoyance as she pulled herself out of bed and grabbed her cellphone from the nightstand.
It was nine o'clock in the morning.
Of course her parents were early risers.
In fact, her mother and father would wake up right before dawn every single day—when the sky was still dark out—and would go out on an early jog together. Bloom was the complete opposite from her parents. She was a night owl.
She slid her finger across the screen and it instantly unlocked, upon seeing several messages from her boyfriend Andy. He could be so sweet and silly at times. The group chat had consisted of her many friends who were planning to go to the beach that afternoon.
A huge smile had tugged at her lips and she rolled out of her bed. It wouldn't be a bad thing to go to the beach with her friends but she had to see if she had an empty schedule. Or if her parents would allow her to go with her friends this time.
Bloom glanced at her room.
Her room was filled with many beautiful sketches—sketches of fairies, ogres, witches, elves, and even the town's beach itself. Her sketches of the landscapes that were astonishing as if she could pass for being an artist at such an early age, and the way she drew the beings of ancient legend of a girl's fantasy dreams were spectacular.
Bloom grabbed the book that fallen on the floor.
The redhead had stayed up pretty late last night, finishing the finale of the long series that consisted of six installments and when she had gotten to the last scene, Bloom had ended up in tears. Her heart was shattered by the heavy betrayal that had seemed to be a huge slap to the face.
She placed it back on the bookshelves and headed to the closet to pick out her outfit for the brand new day. She had decided to go for the pale blue dress with sandals.
Normally, she would pick a simple t-shirt and a pair of jeans short that would go along with socks and sneakers, but this time, Bloom had wanted to dress a bit more differently than her usual taste. A bit more girly.
Bloom had walked down the stairs.
The delicious smell of food being cooked entered her nostrils and had easily recognized what her parents were making. Her eyes drifted onto the glass table to see a variety of food had been placed on the table. There was scrambled eggs, toasted bagels with creme cheese, slices of avocados, and colorful fruits. Her stomach had grumbled in hunger as Bloom's face flushed brightly.
"Ah, someone's hungry!" A familiar voice called, with a deep chuckle.
Bloom had spun on her heels to see her father and eagerly ran to him and hugged him tightly. Oritel had tightened his grip on his sixteen-years-old daughter, his hand stroking her loose wavy red hair. He kissed the top of her head. "Good morning, love."
"Morning Dad!" Bloom beamed and she turned around to see her mother placing the last plate on the table.
"Morning Mom!"
"Good morning, sweetheart," Marion returned the warm smile.
Oritel and Bloom had joined Marion on the table as they put foot on their own plates. One of her favorite dishes was scrambled eggs, a single piece of toasted bagels and fruits along with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. It seemed to Bloom, that her parents had a great deal of time this morning to prepare such a breakfast.
"I never thought I would see a day that my own daughter wears a dress without having a sour temper," Marion smiled amusedly, as she took in Bloom's appearance.
Bloom rolled her eyes at her mother's comment. "Over exaggerating isn't necessary, Mom. And I don't have a temper if I wear a skirt or dress, but I do prefer t-shirt and shorts it's comfortable."
Oritel had finally took notice of his daughter's appearance. It was the dress that he and Marion had picked out for Bloom a few weeks back and Marion had been trying to get her to wear it. He lifted an eyebrow. "Is there some sort of occasion that your mother and I should know about?"
"What? No. Not really. Well, it just that I've been meaning to ask you and Mom about wanting to go to the beach with my friends? Can I?" Bloom pleaded to her parents, though she couldn't help but bite her lips over fearing the worse response from Oritel and Marion as they exchanged glances.
Oritel cleared his throat. "Your friends? And who might they be exactly?"
Bloom had sipped her glass of orange juice and glanced at her father, as she listed the few close friends that she knew of and that included Andy which had set off Oritel on high alert—overprotective father mode.
"You can go sweetheart. . ."
"Really! That's the best news ever Dad! Thank you!"
"Hold on a second young lady, you didn't allow me to finish," Oritel tried to calm his excited daughter down who had might took this a little over her head than he had expected her to react.
Any swell of pure happiness that had blossomed within her chest had slowly deflated upon seeing her father's expression. Although her mother had looked a bit curious as to what her husband was going to say to their daughter.
"But your mother and I are coming along with you. After all, this is still summer vacation which means you still get to spend a good amount of time with your loving parents as well," Oritel told his daughter, smiling.
This caused Bloom's happiness to shrink and a frown appeared on her lips. "But Dad, I'm sixteen and all my friends go on vacations by themselves and the beach isn't too far from here. I'm not exactly a little girl."
Oritel was amused by his daughter's response.
"Ah, only sixteen, but you're still my little girl."
Bloom pouted drastically.
"Dad! Please just let me go with my friends on my own! I promise you that I would spend the entire summer with you and Mom! Please let me go with my friends just for today."
Bloom watched as her mother placed her hand on her father's shoulders as the two had their eyes locked at each other before turning to their daughter to give her their response.
Marion's expression had softened on her daughter. "I do believe that Bloom's old enough to be spending some of her alone time with her friends, Oritel."
Oritel had considered his wife's words and he glanced at his daughter who was pleading to him with her innocent sparkling blue eyes. "Oh, alright Marion. You can go Bloom, but you're going to be back before the sun sets, does that sound reasonable?"
Bloom couldn't help but let out a squeal in delight as she rushed and hugged Oritel again. The man let out a surprised grunt upon his daughter's tight embrace. He gazed down at her softly. Oritel enjoyed to see his child so happy. It had lightened up his world.
She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I love you so much, Daddy! That's the best present you could ever give me!"
Oritel gave off a deep chuckle.
"And speaking off presents . . ." Marion gave her daughter a sly smile from the corner of her eyes. Her green eyes were lit with gleefulness.
Bloom furrowed her brows in confusion. Sometimes, she had sworn her parents had the strangest communication with each other. So mysterious and secretive that it had left her being clueless at times.
"Your father and I decided since you're becoming a grown young lady, we'd figured that you needed your own transportation," Marion said, glancing at her daughter who seemed to be pondering in her words.
Bloom had let out a gasp in excitement as her eyes had gone wide in surprise. She couldn't help but bounce up and down like an excited child, but she remained calm, trying to give her parents the idea that she was becoming a mature adult.
"Really? I can't believe you and Dad would surprise me like this! I thought you and Mom said I wasn't ready enough for the next big step back in December?"
Oritel grinned. "Lets call it a late birthday present, sweetheart. Your mother and I felt it was a little too early at the time. With each passing day, I see that you're becoming a mature young woman just like your mother and we've talked about it and think it's time."
Marion's cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink fiercely once Oritel's warm brown eyes had landed on her, giving her a playful wink.
"Where is it?" Bloom asked, gazing at her parents with full eagerness.
She had gotten her driver's license back in December on her very birthday, but her parents, particular her father had felt as if it was too soon for his baby girl to be out driving on the streets.
Oritel hadn't wanted her to grow up so fast and she could tell despite him not saying anything to her. But his overprotective tendency had said otherwise.
The brunet man smirked at his daughter, placing his hands in front of her eyes.
"It's a surprise my love."
Bloom felt her mother's hand grab her own as her parents were guiding her out from the kitchen towards the garage. Marion and Oritel's eyes had met each other with such love and happiness as they led their daughter the way.
"Are we there, yet?" Bloom asked impatiently. The excitement was just getting to her.
"Just be patient, sweetheart," Marion responded, opening the door that led to the garage.
"We're almost there." Oritel grabbed the car keys from Marion and he pressed the garage key as it made a grunt sound as it was pulled upwards.
Bright sunlight had flooded the garage. Bloom fidgeted in anticipation. She simply could no longer wait for it! The wait was killing her on the inside.
"Open your eyes Bloom."
The redhead girl had opened her eyes to see a marvelous, glittering, silver convertible car. She couldn't believe it! Her parents had actually gotten her a car! Bloom rubbed her eyes for fearing that this may be one of her dreams. But it was real! She admired the car with her eyes.
Bloom spun on her heels to see her parents.
She had finally gotten a car and go places with her friends! That was the best present ever!
Oritel had his arms draped around his wife's shoulders, wrapping her entirely in his arms, as he gazed at his daughter. "What do you think of it? Charming isn't it?"
Oritel gave Bloom the keys to the vehicle that stood in front of her. She unlocked the car and took a glance inside. It was everything she could've imagined it to be. The black interior leather chairs. The spacious seats. It was just perfect!
"It's wonderful!" she gushed, rushing over to her parents giving them a huge hug. "I love you, Mom and Dad so much you have no idea!"
"We know darling," Marion beamed at her daughter.
"Why don't we go for a drive," Oritel suggested.
Bloom felt as if her stomach was filled with butterflies. She was a little nervous about driving with her parents, particularly her father. He could be so judgemental at times.
But nonetheless she had put the key in and ignited the engine of the car. Marion had took the front seat while Oritel had decided to ride in the back as it was easier for him to talk to Bloom and Marion. The redhead girl adjusted her seat, rear mirror, and side mirrors.
She backed out of the driveway, onto the road.
Oritel pressed the button that slid the top of the car. Warm sunlight had kissed their exposed skin and their hair catching the warm summery breeze. It felt utterly nice. Total freedom!
Marion's favorite song played on the radio as she adjusted the volume, higher, and she placed her shades on as the sun was glaring brightly in the morning sky.
"You're doing great honey," Marion noted.
"Thanks Mom."
"You've made Bloom happy Oritel." Marion peered through the window out of Oritel's private study room, watching her daughter leave with her friends to the beach for the day. She glanced back at her husband who was currently in deep thought.
The brunet man glanced at his wife with a smile.
"I know. But still, I have no idea how you'd convinced me to give her the car. I still don't think she's ready yet. Bloom needs more time to drive around. . . "
The redhead woman approached her husband's side and wrapped her arms on Oritel's waist. She had leaned herself against him, as she gazed up into his handsome face. Her emerald eyes reflected an emotion that showed understanding but there was a faint trace of sadness.
"Ah, I get it. You don't want to see Bloom growing up do you? You still see her as our little girl, don't you?" Marion pressed her lips together, knowing exactly what her husband was feeling.
"Is it wrong for a father to always see his daughter as a little girl? That a father would always want to protect her from the world and boys?" Oritel couldn't help but emphasize on the very last word. It had made him choke.
"I think it's pretty normal that you'd think that way Oritel. My father was that way as well. Bloom would always be our precious baby no matter how old she gets. She is ours," Marion reassured her husband, her hand reaching out to his hair, softly running her fingers through his short brown hair.
Oritel pulled his wife closer to him.
He pressed his lips against her forehead lovingly.
"But I can't help but feel guilty that we are hiding something very important from her," Marion bit her lips, glancing at her husband nervously. "Bloom should know the truth about herself, about us, where we originally come from and more importantly that we are fairies. She's getting at the age where Bloom can start to learn all about magic and our world."
Oritel pondered in Marion's words. She was right. Bloom had to know the very truth of origins. That they weren't from Earth and that they hailed from another planet that had existed beyond the nonmagical dimension.
It was located in a universe that was supposedly to be a made up fantasy from one novels that their daughter devoured. But would his daughter believe that? He let out a wary sigh. Bloom had to know. She was at a perfect age just to know the truth about the existence of the magical universe and more importantly her family roots.
"I suppose you're right Marion. We have to talk to Bloom about it, perhaps tonight?"
"Yes. And after that, she could start practicing magic under our guidance and to prepare her for what the magical universe might throw at her," Marion said.
Oritel nodded.
"And besides, maybe we can enroll Bloom at Alfea? By the time when school opens, she would already be knowing the basics and the history of our planet and the importance of being the guardian fairy of the Dragon's Flame."
Marion's eyebrow rose in surprise.
"You want to tell her about the Dragon Flame and what happened on Domino?"
"She has to know Marion. There's no point in hiding that from her. That way, Bloom would be better prepared and she could handle herself in Magix when the time comes," Oritel had explained to his wife.
Fear had filled Marion's face. "What if there were traces of the Ancestral Witches' descendants who are still searching for the Dragon's Flame, Oritel?"
Oritel glanced at his glass, grimly. "Then we better start teaching Bloom now before it's too late Mari."
The redhead woman had winced at her husband's words.
To be fair, Marion was simply afraid of losing her remaining daughter she and Oritel had left. Not after what happened to their first daughter Daphne.
Marion could never allow that memory to fade away from her mind. Her heart ached until this very day over Daphne's untimely demise caused by the Ancestral Witches. The dark, tragic memories had forever burned into her mind. Her soul ached too much.
Daphne had been only a toddler around the age of two when she had been murdered under the witches' gruesome hands. Marion had been deeply heartbroken. Unimaginable fury and grief had consumed her entire soul as she and Oritel had gone off right after the witches. They had wanted to avenge their beautiful daughter's death.
Oritel had appeared to be utterly solemn. His entire world had been shattered once he had found out about Daphne's untimely demise. It had pushed him far beyond grief and rage. If anything, that day had been the darkest day of his entire life. The tragedy of Domino had been too much for his mind to bear.
"I just worry about her a lot," Marion took a sip from her glass.
Oritel cupped his wife's chin and lifted her face upwards. "And so do I, sweetheart. But Bloom needs to know regardless. If anything, her not knowing the truth would put her endanger. Think about it?"
Marion remained silent, but she gave a nod agreeing with her husband's words.
He had his fingers entangled in his wife's wavy red-hair, softly gliding through it. Oritel couldn't help but lean against her, slowly pushing her against the bookshelves as he admired his wife's beauty. He was lost in her glittering emerald eyes.
The redhead woman blinked her eyes at her husband, already knowing what crossed his mind, and yet she had allowed him to carry on. She had enjoyed feeling his touch on her skin.
He gently pushed her hair away from her face. Their eyes were locked on one another, memorizing every precise details of their appearance as if it had been the first time they ever laid their eyes on each other.
Everything was still and utterly quiet.
Oritel grinned as he used his magic to play Marion's song. He felt his wife's slender hands wrap behind his neck, gazing up at him.
A warm smile tugged at her lips, truly cherishing this quiet moment with her husband. He started to kiss down her neck, with each kiss it was more fierce and passionate. Marion couldn't help but let let out a moan in delight.
"Hmm. . ."
"What is it, my love?"
"Maybe we should follow Bloom to the beach," Oritel offered, grinning.
"Oritel, we promised her that we wouldn't do that. We do trust her to make her own choices." Marion replied, although she was curious as much as her husband about their daughter's whereabouts despite the fact it was not right to invade Bloom's privacy, but. . . it was tempting.
"And besides. . . " Oritel snapped his fingers, and a two piece swimsuit had appeared in mid-air floating and he couldn't help but have a mischievous smile across his face and his voice came off low and hoarse as if he desired something more intimately from his wife. His brown eyes sparked with mirth. "You certainly rock a bikini, Marion."
Though she felt the heat travel up to her cheeks, flushing a faint pink color. But in a way, she had adored the way her husband would become so romantically affectionate by persuade her with doting precisely knew how to draw her in.
Marion rolled her eyes at her husband's dramatic antics. Oritel remained as salacious as he was when they had been younger especially during their first year of marriage.
She could hardly blame him though, since most men tend to have such a dirty mindset. The redhead woman couldn't help but give in into his desires. It was utterly difficult to resist such an urge.
"Oh, alright Oritel! You win! In exchange, you'll be wearing that new red floral print pair of swim shorts I'd recently bought the other day with tank top." Marion grinned in return.
He planted a kiss on her head.
"Very well, sweetheart."
The sun was blazing in the high endless blue sky.
There was no white tuff of clouds in sight. Everything was perfect. Children were running across the sandy shores as the waves came in, wetting their feet in the cold water as they erupted into laughter.
Bloom, Selina, Andy along with Mark and Rio.
They had chosen the perfect spot that was away from the crowds as they had unloaded their things and setted up their plastic chairs, beach towels and a large umbrella that was placed in the middle, giving equal amount of shade.
Bloom had took off her pale blue dress, revealing to be wearing a two piece swimsuit—a strapless bikini—in the color of teal and Selina had decided to go for a halter styled bikini in the color of olive green.
"Here let me help you with that Bloom," Andy offered, as seeing his girlfriend was trying to apply sunscreen on her skin. She handed him the sunscreen bottle. Andy had squirted the cream onto his hand and gently rubbed it against Bloom's back.
"Thanks Andy," Bloom blushed.
Selina groaned in annoyance at the boyfriend-girlfriend duo as she decided to bathe under the sun, placing her earphones and blasting the music on loud volume—not wanting to be disturbed as she tanned.
"I've been writing new lyrics to my song, would you like to hear it Bloom?"
Bloom nodded, as she sat besides her boyfriend who pulled out his bag as Marko had given his best-mate his guitar that Andy decided to bring with him. He couldn't go anywhere without bring the guitar with him, telling Bloom that he had found inspiration whenever he was under the sun.
Marko and Rio had deiced to hit the waves, giving Bloom and Andy some alone time. Andy had started to play the guitar as the redhead read through lyrics he'd written in his notebook.
"I really like it."
"But it needs some work on it. It's a little cringey but it's a process," Andy chuckled, though his grey eyes had fallen on a distant ice cream stand. "Do you want some ice-cream? I know your favorite flavor is coffee."
"I'll come with you Andy."
They had stood in a long line though he had his arms draped around her shoulders, as Bloom couldn't help but lean her head against his chest. She was several inches shorter then Andy. Andy had purchased the ice-cream as the man had handed them both their favorite flavored ice-cream.
Andy and Bloom were walking across the beach while eating their ice-cream. Bloom had enjoyed walking over the warm sands. Andy had took notice of Bloom's stunned expression that crossed her face.
"What's wrong Bloom?"
She had specifically told her parents not to follow her to the beach. The girl had wanted to spend her time at the beach with her boyfriend, Andy, and they weren't making this any easier on her.
"My parents are here," she whispered in a low voice that was barely audible.
He raised a questioning brow, not understanding why his girlfriend's parents being here would be an issue for Bloom. In fact, sometimes he had envied Bloom's close relationship with her parents.
He wasn't super close with his own parents just like Bloom due to them being away on their business trips often and they were only around for the holidays. Although, Andy was slightly closer to his mother than his father.
"And that's a problem because?"
"Because I wanted to spend time with you alone. They actual don't know that you're my boyfriend Andy." Bloom explained nervously.
"You haven't told them that we've been dating? Why not?"
"Well you see, my Dad, he's very overprotective with every little tiny thing I do. He was even hesitant about giving me the car because he thinks I'm growing up too fast. My dad still sees me as his little girl and so telling him that you're my boyfriend, well I can only imagine how he would take it. It might shatter him to pieces," Bloom admitted to Andy who seemed to be grasping at her words.
He beamed at Bloom. "Then I'll help you with that Bloom."
"What? No. That's not a good idea Andy." Bloom bit her lips. Hesitation flickered in her eyes.
"Oh, come on Bloom. Unless you're embarrassed by me meeting your parents?"
The redhead girl shook her head. "Of course not!"
Bloom's blue eyes had drifted onto her parents who decided to be sitting in the same area across from her and her friends. It was impossible to miss that her mother was wearing that green bikini and had shades on her face. Her father was well spotted in his red floral shorts that her mother brought.
She felt her face heat up entirely—mortified.
Had they been spying on her?
Couldn't they trust her to make her own choices?
Oritel had his arms wrapped around his wife, as Marion leaned her back against his firmly toned chest. They both were bathing under the warm golden sun.
Their attention had turned onto the source of voice that was calling them. Andy waved his hand, trying to grab the couple's attention towards him and it worked. The couple had stood on their feet.
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Sparks!"
"Bloom!" Marion's face brightened upon seeing her daughter and a black-haired boy besides her. Marion had recognized him as her daughter's close friend. "Hello Andy!"
"Hi Mrs. Sparks! It's quite nice seeing you and Mr. Sparks here! I had no idea you'd be here," Andy had a friendly smile.
The redhead woman had a soft expression. "You don't have to be formal with me or my husband. You can call us by our names Marion and Oritel."
Oritel gazed at the boy with a stern, fatherly expression, eyeing Andy from head to toe. The man felt a nudge on his arm. He glanced to see it was his wife. "Oh, Oritel be nice."
"It's a pleasure to meet you sir. Bloom told me all about you." Andy kept smiling as he shook the man's hand for the first time.
"She did?" Oritel genuinely sounded surprised.
Andy turned to Marion as he noticed where Bloom had inherited her physical appearance from. "I haven't realized how much you and your daughter look so alike."
Marion couldn't help but feel rather proud. "We always get that a lot."
"I can see why," he chuckled.
Oritel remained silent as he inspect the boy who had his arm wrapped around his daughter's waist. It appeared to them that they were rather very close friends. "So how close are you with my daughter?"
Bloom could easily see that her father was trying to intimidate Andy with his stern question. She had gathered the strength and courage to tell Oritel the truth. She didn't want her father pestering Andy with several, pressing questions.
"Actually Dad, Andy's my boyfriend."
"He's what?" he spluttered.
Oritel was startled by his daughter's words. He hadn't expected that from her at all. His eyes had gone wide as he fully stared at Andy. Marion was surprised as much as her husband but remained more calm about it.
"You're her boyfriend? You're my baby girl's boyfriend?" Oritel repeated like a blithering idiot. He was just too stunned.
"So how long have you've been, uh together for?" Marion asked, trying to collect her thoughts before Oritel might say something in return to the shocking news.
"For a couple of weeks."
This wasn't settling well for Oritel.
"I wanted to tell you and Dad, but I didn't know how to."
"First a car and now I know that my own daughter has a boyfriend. . . no, no, no this is all too fast. The next thing I would know is that Bloom would end up getting pregnant, married, leaving us. . . "
"Oritel! Calm down! They're only dating, but I must say this is quite the surprise, Bloom!" Marion placed her hand on her husband's shoulder.
"Dad, we're just only dating. Nothing else I promise you," Bloom tried to lighten up her father's spirits.
The brown-haired man wasn't too sure if he'd believed his daughter's words.
"Oritel, you have to remember that you dated me when I was around Bloom's age," Marion gently reminded him.
"Sir if you'd like, you and your wife could join us. I don't mind." Andy said, trying to break some of the tension and try to win Oritel over with allowing him to continue to date Bloom.
"That sounds like a great idea Andy," Marion said.
Oritel had pulled Andy aside as he wanted to talk to him alone. Bloom and Marion watched as their father and husband respectively had guided the young boy away from the line as Bloom had managed to grab his and her own ice cream cup.
Bloom could only hope that her father wouldn't scare poor Andy off. He always had the tendency to do that for her entire life. Oritel was highly overprotective of her.
"Don't worry sweetheart, your father isn't going to scare him," Marion said softly, trying to reassure her worried daughter. "He's probably giving him the talk. But I suspected for a while that there was something going on between you and Andy."
"You did?" Bloom raised an inquisitive brow.
"Call it a motherly intuition."
"I mean Dad, he can be pretty scary at times Mom," Bloom pointed out.
"Well, it's his way of protecting us."
"But still, Andy's a nice guy, Mom. He isn't going to hurt me if that's what Dad's worried about."
"I know, but he's your father. He's always going to worry about you, love."
Oritel and Andy were heading their way back to the girls.
Bloom gazed at Oritel with a skeptical look.
"Don't worry Bloom, your father didn't scare me off well not that easily. But I did suggest the idea of playing volleyball and after that we could hit the waves," Andy's white teeth gleamed.
"That does sound fun!"
The team had been split into two. Apparently, her parents had wanted her to be on their side, which had been fine with Andy. In fact, he had looked forward to it. Her father can easily, well, beat anyone at volleyball unless if he could slightly easy on her friends.
What could possibly go wrong. Bloom thought to herself.
The sun was starting to set on the horizon.
"That was some excellent game, Mr. Sparks! I didn't know you played like a pro!" Andy spoke out in exhilaration.
Oritel let out a deep chuckle.
"You can call me Oritel, Andy. That was a well played game and you're not so bad yourself."
Andy's phone had started to buzz like crazy. Apparently it was the time for him to get going. The young teenaged boy smiled broadly. "Well, it's been a pleasure to meet you both. I'll see you around, Bloom."
Bloom blushed. She just couldn't help herself. "Ya, I'll be seeing you too, Andy."
She watched as Andy and his group of friends leave in the opposite direction.
Bloom wore her pale blue dress and packed away her things. It had been quite an eventful day from playing volleyball to hitting the waves and building stunning large sand castles. Even Mitzi couldn't believe it! Her jaw had dropped in astonishment.
"Andy seems like a fine young man," Marion commented, as Oritel helped tied the laces on the back of her dress.
"He seems so, but I still need more time to be convinced of that darling."
Bloom rolled her eyes at Oritel.
In fact she had been rather annoyed by the ways her friends were constantly checking out her parents' appeal. It had made her groan.
Or yet worse, the way Mitzi had flung herself into her father's arms for mistakenly assuming that he was single. It made her burn on the inside. Mitzi had gawked in complete awkwardness once she had known that Oritel was Bloom's father. She hardly believed it!
"By any chance Bloom do you know who was that girl that flung herself at your father?" Marion said, crossing her arms. She was still irritated despite concealing any kind of emotion in front of her daughter's friends.
"That's Mitzi. She's my school rival," Bloom twisted her lips in annoyance.
"Oh girls you're not still not on that, are you?" Oritel questioned, glancing at his wife and daughter. "Hold on a second, are you actually jealous Bloom? I'd never seen you jealous from before?"
Even Marion had noticed the coloring in her daughter's face.
She hardly ever seen Bloom in such a state like this. That was new of her.
"You're my Dad! She shouldn't have done that and it's gross," Bloom scoffed, crossing her arms against her chest.
Oritel had draped his arm on Marion's and Bloom's shoulder and placed a kiss on their head.
"You're the only girls that I would ever love in my life. I do admire the jealously in your eyes Bloom. I didn't think you'd become protective of me!" Oritel casually joked playfully.
"DAD!" Bloom exasperated, throwing her arms up in the air as they headed up to the car.
"Wait! I think I might've forgotten my phone. I'll be right back," Bloom told her parents as they had gotten in the car. She had rushed down to the beach, to the area she had been in and picked up her phone that she nearly forgotten.
Unexpectedly, a bright light had flashed in the darkening sky.
A sharp loud growl pierced through the entire area as an enormous creature had appeared at the beach from out of nowhere. It had dozens of heads. And each time it had opened it's mouth, colorful blast of magic was shot at a man who was flying in the air.
No! It can't be! It's impossible! Magic doesn't exists. . .
Bloom distracted in her own thoughts had been snatched by the reptilian creature. Panic had flooded right through her very being. All coloring had drained from her face. Anger burned throughout her entire body. Suddenly, a bright light had burned her entire body, causing the dragon-like creature to shriek in pain.
"LET GO OF ME!" Bloom screamed with utter force, as she had blasted the creature with her bright, firey magic that took a form of a dragon. The creature had dropped Bloom to the ground as the girl had scrambled to her feet.
A wizard had flown down to the Earthling girl with such curiosity in his eyes, knowing that this realm had no magical being or any source of magic. The unknown man glanced at Bloom who was panting for deep breaths. He raised a curious brow at the young girl.
"Did you just—"
The girl glanced at the strange man who conjured some mystical, glowing shield, preventing the creature from harming them. Fear had glistened in her blue eyes, as she had gotten up to her feet and instantly fled the scene.
Her entire body burned almost as if she had been set on fire. Bloom had noticed that skin was faintly glowing. Was in the world was going on with her.
Did she actually. . . no she didn't have the time to look back on what was going on or had the time to thank the man (or wizard) for giving her the time to escape.
Bloom had made it to the car and got inside as if were the safest place to be in at the moment.
"Bloom?" Marion and Oritel said in a union, with worry shown on their faces as they glanced at their daughter who was magically glowing. The couple instantly knew that Bloom had somehow discovered her magic.
"Mom? Dad? What's going on with me? Why am I glowing? There's a huge creature at the beach and this guy had . . .powers. . .maybe magic I think. . .and I may have used my powers that I never knew I had. . ."
"Sweetheart, just calm down," Marion said softly.
Bloom gazed at her glowing hands.
Was it possibly magic? Just like the ones in her fairytale books she had read, in particular Harry Potter. Bloom had the entire series and was a huge fan that she even took sorting quizzes online and it had sorted her into Slytherin a dozens of times. Was she some kind of witch that her parents never told her about?
Oritel had let out a heavy sigh. He knew that one day that Bloom was bound to discover her magic one way or another. But this was a little too soon than he anticipated.
"Am I a witch?" Bloom questioned, her blue eyes darting between her parents.
"No, you're a fairy Bloom, just like me." Marion said, her lips twisting into a small comforting smile.
"A fairy?" Bloom's blue eyes had widened in shock and there was a slight fascination spark in her eyes.
Author's Note
Hello! I'm back again with another story lol! Inspiration strikes me at random times! But this time, this story might have more mature elements!
I just ship Bloom x Valtor! Bloom briefly encountered Valtor, but this time he's going to be more curious about her and why she has magic since he assumes she's just an Earthling. And him running into Oritel and Marion on Earth is going to be one hell of a sweet ride! XD
Another thing I should mention: there's a huge reason why Oritel and Marion hadn't told Bloom of her magical heritage (or maybe they did but something had gone awry in the past that may have prevented them from telling her).
Since I was working on this chapter for days, the twelfth chapter of Disoriented Memories may be delayed until this Friday or Saturday!
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! :D
Like always please leave your reviews and comments down below! I really do appreciate it and love to hear your thoughts about it!
Until Next Time!