Chapter 8
Mel woke up with the strangest feeling that someone was watching her. O course, it could be because she slept on the couch to avoid waking Nosedive when she came in.
Slowly, the girl opened her eyes, looking into six duck faces.
"Wow," Tanya gasped. "She's—Wow."
"Melena," Duke said softly.
"Melinda," Mel corrected with a yawn.
Nosedive handed her a small pocket mirror he carried everywhere. "Mel, look at yourself."
Mel sighed and brought the mirror up to her face, seeing only white. White feathers and a large, orange beak. Wait—Feathers?
"I'm—I'm—" She almost fainted in joy at the sight. She was back.
"Good, young hatchling. You have grown back into yourself." Mel looked up at Grin in wonder.
"Did—Did you do this?"
"No, you did it yourself, when you admitted that you would learn to live with it. Sometimes, in the heart of nothing, there is hope. This, I must go meditate on." Grin stood and left, going off to his own room in silence.
"Hey-guys. Can I…Talk to Mel alone?" Duke asked. The ducks nodded as Duke sat n the couch next to her. "why didn't you tell me?"
"I was afraid you wouldn't believe me. I thought that if we could go get the potion in Dragaunus's…I guess I was wrong. I had to bring me out of myself." She smirked at the weird way that sound. "I'm sorry, Duke. Really, I am."
"And this is why Nosedive took such a liking to you and always defended you."
"We're twins, after all."
He nodded. "Makes sense." He hugged her tightly. "I'm glad your back—even though you never really left. I missed you."
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