Chapter Two: "A Shocking Truth"
The fairy and specialist were still in shock over such news they'd received from the king, queen, and the headmistress. Headmaster Saladin of Red-Fountain was also alarmed by the girl's presence.
The redhead girl who stood before him and Marion was their future youngest daughter for that matter. Bloom. But there was something about her that made him feel quite (not completely) unsettled about her existence in his and Marion's timeline.
How in the bloody world had she ended up here?
It was the same question that kept popping up in his mind.
Perhaps this was a natural question that Oritel had wanted to know the answer for.
The brunet specialist gazed at Marion, finally coming to terms that she would be his future wife, and future Queen of Domino (ironically his parents even had emphasized to him quite a few times previously that the girl would make an appropriate candidate for being the future Queen of Domino).
Though he didn't want to become a possessive man over sweet Marion, despite her telling Oritel that they refrained on being friends. But unfortunately for the prince, he'd found himself falling deeply in love with the girl. He wanted Marion to fall in love with him freely and recently he could tell from her fiercely blush, a sign that the girl too might've fallen head over heals over the prince from all the ways Oritel was trying to secretly impress her.
Oritel's brown eyes traveled to Marion who seemed to be in deep thought as well—though curiosity lingered in her vividly green eyes that he'd so much adored.
Marion felt a different feeling rising in her chest as the young fairy was quite interested in the girl that's her future daughter. Bloom's appearance to her own self was quite remarkable if she had to be honest with herself. She'd always heard a saying mother-like-daughter, but most of time it would be in their similar personalities to one another.
Marion herself had her mother's heart-shaped face, but the coloring of her hair and eyes. . . nope she hadn't shared those similarities with Lassandra. She often wondered to herself where in the world had she gotten her red-haired color from? The only thing she'd managed to share her eye colors were with her father and only brother Alec, both whom inherited this exact trait from Adrain.
Marion observed her daughter quite intensely until the fairy had noticed the smoky tendrils rising from Bloom.
Bloom's inner spirit had seemed completely sad and dazed by the situation she's somehow in.
Who am I? Where am I? I am lost? So these people are my family. My parents and grandparents. . . but I can't remember them, not even my own life. . . can you help me, please? Bloom's inner spirit spoke out to Marion.
Marion wasn't sure what had happened next, but she felt tears creeping into the corners of her green eyes. She had felt deep pity over the girl growing within her heart, as it was slowly breaking into million of pieces. It was heartbreaking.
"What happened to Bloom? Why can't she remember anything at all?" Marion instantly broke out, startling Oritel from his own wondrous thoughts as the young man had gazed in Marion's direction.
"What? What are you talking about Marion?"
Faragonda sighed deeply before glancing at the duo with a much serious look.
"Unfortunately, Marion is right Oritel. Bloom's memories had seemed to been damaged, only we can see her memories, but for some reason there's a barrier that's preventing her from recalling anything. Like I was informing your parents earlier Oritel, she could get her memories back if something familiar had triggered her or not at all."
Oritel had stiffened, as his dark eyes planted firmly on the girl before him and Marion—observing her from head to toe—from the moment he'd found out that Bloom was his future daughter, it had shook him entirely.
Though he'd felt sorry for Bloom over the way she'd lost her memories. But at the same time the brunet specialist felt slightly irritated for not knowing what was going with Bloom as he kept wondering to himself: how in the world had the girl lost her memories? Concern showed on the young man's face.
"How did this happen? What had caused her to lose her memories like that?" Oritel questioned, though he could easily see the unsettling look in his parents' eyes and faces as Hyperion squeezed his wife's soft hand in his own for some reassurance and his mother had appeared to be rather distraught from whatever news they heard about—tears were filling her brown eyes.
Oritel had never seen his mother appearing so upset. Not like this.
She had always seemed to level-headed and a strong woman in his eyes, but seeing her slowly reducing to heartbreaking tears like this. . . it'd broke him to see his mother being so affected like this.
What was really going on beyond the fact that somehow his future daughter had landed herself in this timeline? Oritel had a dark feeling that was crawling up his neck—something rather unpleasant filled his mind.
"Mother. . ." Oritel began softly, as the queen had started to fuss over her only son who groaned over the way she seemed to look at him as if Leilani was fearing the worse that might happen to her son later on in his young life. ". . . Can you please tell me what's really going on? Or what you and Father know about Bloom please?"
Hyperion and Leilani exchanged glances that showed great empathy.
But Leilani was hesitant of the idea of telling her son far much more information then she wanted him to know about especially for the fact that it had involved him, Marion, and their daughters' fate. She'd nearly flinched over the mere thought of it. There were some things that must be kept hidden from Oritel and Marion.
"Oh Oritel, my love, I wish I could tell you everything, but—" Leilani placed her hands on her son's cheeks lovingly, gazing into his handsome face and continued on, "—your father and I are handling the situation as it is, but for now my love, why don't you and Marion spend time with Bloom. Try to help her in revoking her memories back. It's essential."
Oritel lifted his brows at his beloved mother.
He was confused by the queen's statement.
"But shouldn't she be sent back into her own timeline rather than staying here in the past? Shouldn't her friends help her with that since they know her?"
"Well yes, of course Oritel. But this situation is rather a bit complicated," Faragonda cut in, fully explaining to Oritel and Marion the circumstance of why they should wait for Bloom to regain her memories back, in order not to mess up the accuracy of her own timeline. And not to mention that there was a psychopathic dark wizard trying to kill her in the process—who he had nearly ended the Sparks royal bloodline with the young princess.
King Hyperion had wanted his granddaughter (for meantime, to stay here and regain her memories before sending her back to her original time) to be fully protected as he didn't want his family's bloodline to end with her.
"Oritel," his father had began with a stern expression shown on the king's face as he addressed his son, "Bloom will be staying here until she regains her memory before proceeding to do anything else, am I clear? Why don't you and Marion bond with her, after all she's your daughter."
"Bond with her? If you hadn't noticed Father, and I don't mean any disrespect to you or wanting to hurt the girl who's supposedly my daughter's feelings, but I wouldn't say that's exactly a brilliant idea. We're nearly the same age, she could be around Marion's age for that matter and my friends would most likely say something about it. . ."
Oritel had pointed out across to his father as anyone would assume other of his relationship with Bloom (that would be intensely disturbing to him for that matter) when it really was his future child with Marion.
The brunet specialist just didn't want anyone to assume the wrong idea of the situation, as he was trying to protect Bloom from any type of rumors to be followed since he is her future father after all.
Was that a natural parental instinct or something that he felt such a need to do?
"From her memories we'd seen, Bloom's friends had turned out to be one of the son and daughters of your very own inner friends. It's quite remarkable as to how that happened, Fate really. But if you want Oritel and Marion, you could inform them on everything that happened to Bloom. Your Father and I are leaving this choice up to you and Marion," Leilani explained calmly—her eyes flickered with much hope and love towards her family.
"I'd think that would be a great idea. I mean, the circumstances would be rather difficult to hide anyways," Marion smiled warmly towards Bloom who seemed to be interested in the idea as well.
Also for the fact that Marion, (probably for the most part felt slightly selfish for wanting to bond with Bloom even though the situation is still quite shocking to her) and try to help Bloom in revoking her memories as well. Maybe she was just simply curious about the girl?
Oritel leaned back and pondered over everything that happened from the moment he'd stepped his foot into the infirmary room. But the question remains: would his friends and Marion's friends believe him and Marion? Or would they think it's some sort of practical joke?
Bloom for the most part was quiet, but simply observing them, though Oritel had noticed that she had a habit of gripping her jeans skirt with her fingers—looking quite worriedly. It had appeared to him that it hadn't settled quite well with the girl nor did it with him as well. It was all so strange. . .
"So what's going to happen now, headmistress?" Bloom asked softly.
Oritel and Marion hadn't heard her utter a single word. Her voice sounded so fragile and innocent like—but in a way, it was hopeful and filled with utter warmth.
Faragonda gazed in Bloom's direction who had been quite for awhile.
"For now Bloom, you'll be staying here at Alfea until you recover your memories," the older woman explained calmly to the girl who seemed to be processing her words in. The sparks in Faragonda's eyes had held complete interest before turning to Marion.
"This is your third and final year Marion, right?"
"Yes, but why are you asking that?" Marion asked confusedly.
"Because my dear, if you recall last year, you and your friends had earned Charmix right?"
Marion nodded, remembering how they've all managed to accomplish that in their second year.
Although, Oritel had seemed to be slightly puzzled by what the headmistress was trying to discuss with Marion, why was Faragonda mentioning Charmix if they'd earned it last year? What point was she trying to get across exactly?
"As of this year, you and your friends will be learning all about Enchantix. It's the final fairy form that each fairy will earn during her graduating year—you'll become a full fledged fairy," Faragonda had clarified to Marion who seemed to be in deep thought about the idea of Enchantix.
"Enchantix?" Marion mused more to herself, as she drifted into endless thoughts of becoming a full fledged fairy.
"Ah, Enchantix is one of the highlights of a young fairy's life, besides getting married or having children of course. But it's the most wonderful journey a girl can embark on, do you remember Hyperion," Leilani gazed at her husband's handsome face lovingly.
"MAMA!" Oritel screeched, his face turning bright pink—he did not want to hear of his parents' day as it was enough for him knowing about his youngest daughter's existence in his own timeline.
"Please don't, I think I'm already having enough as it is for one day!"
Leilani chuckled lightly upon seeing her son's mere expression.
"Oh Oritel, you've always been so dramatic even as a young boy."
At this point, Oritel's face turned from pink to red that nearly rivaled Marion and Bloom's hair color (though to only to see that both girls were giggling). His parents had always made sure that he was somehow embarrassed by them as if it were their duty to do so.
"So this Enchantix, how do you earn it?" Marion finally asked, her green eyes had fallen on the headmistress once more.
"Well, to answer your question, a fairy must sacrifice herself from someone from her own realm to say."
"Sacrifice herself? You mean to die?" Oritel was highly appalled now—just merely thinking about it, made his stomach twist and turn in all directions.
"Not necessarily, Oritel, sometimes a fairy would have to give up something very meaningful (or valuable) to her, in order to gain Enchantix," Faragonda elaborated, upon seeing the anxious look on the young specialist's face.
Still complete relief hadn't settled in Oritel yet. But then again, he wasn't really worried about it since he was a wizard and not a fairy but his eyes had fallen onto Marion—he was more worried about her than anything in the entire universe—but kept it hidden, without letting her know how concerned he was of her now.
"I should also let you know that, Bloom's Enchantix isn't exactly complete. A dark wizard named Valtor made it impossible for her to earn. From what I'd seen in her memories, she can't control her magic properly, in fact, a few times her magic could've spelled her own demise," Faragonda spoke seriously, a frown formed on her thin lips, seeing the horrifying looks on Oritel's and Marion's faces as the duo glanced at their daughter.
"Valtor? But he seems to be a decent wizard? I don't understand why would he be a dark wizard?" Oritel stated, as he remembered a terrible incident that happened last year—it was something he didn't want to think about occasionally—it was when the Alfea second year fairies were trying to earn their Charmix. He had saved them all from grave danger at the time and Valtor had been an extremely skilled wizard at the time.
Leilani gazed at her son worriedly. "You've met him Oritel?"
Marion wasn't sure if meeting this wizard last year had been a good sign.
She had always felt that there was something mysterious and dangerous about him but had never put him into question. Valtor had personally saved her life—she'd been drowning in the lake of sorrowful tears on Linphea—she and her friends had to get some special plant ingredients that could only be found there unfortunately.
The redhead fairy could still remember what had happened to her as it'd been vividly stored in her memory for the rest of her life. The thickly seaweed plants had tightened on her ankles, pulling her deep into the water as she tried to grasp for breath and trying to swim to the surface. Unfortunately, more seaweeds had tightened all around her legs and arms—finding it impossible to escape the seaweed's grasp.
Marion had been highly stunned to have find herself de-aging from a seventeen-years-old woman to a little girl around the age of four—oh how embarrassing it was at the time—but fortunately for her Valtor had come to her rescue and claimed to Oritel that it'd be far too dangerous for him to follow Marion in as he would also de-age.
Valtor had pulled her out of the water and reversed the spell over Marion, but strangely enough as she was now reflecting back on such an incident that happened to her, the redhead girl had wondered why hadn't Valtor de-aged? (Though she and her friends had found him quite charming during the time).
"Actually, we'd all met him last year. He saved us quite a few times," Oritel had admitted a bit nervously upon seeing his parents' dreadful look—though his father looked irritated.
"As of now, I will not allow any of my students to come into contact with this wizard. It's clear that he's a highly dangerous wizard—downright clever and manipulative, and if I daresay, he has that charming vibe towards fairies."
Oritel had stiffened at the last part of what the headmistress—charming vibe towards fairies—she wasn't entirely wrong as he'd seen the way how the girls' reacted last year towards him. Oritel didn't know why, but that idea, had sickened him entirely for knowing that Valtor used his charms to lure girls towards him. . .
"And Valtor also has a personal interest in Bloom, tried to even seduce her a few times. But she's a smart sensible girl who hadn't fallen to his deception."
His brown eyes traveled to his daughter who seemed far too innocent in all this, but it disturbed him greatly after knowing for the fact that Valtor was trying to pin after Bloom. It was highly revolting!
The man was nearly three times Bloom's age, but of course she being Marion's daughter as well, he knew Bloom wouldn't fall for that kind of man. Oritel had planned on keeping Bloom (and even Marion) far away from the dark wizard, Valtor, and protecting them at all costs.
Oritel had sworn he could've seen the satisfactory grin on his father's face. "Of course, from all what my granddaughter had been put through, she'll never fall for that demon."
Marion's thoughts had wondered off to her daughter again, remembering that for a fact that Bloom had incomplete Enchantix and it dangerous. It had bothered her tremendously knowing that if Bloom managed to conjure a spell, it could literally spell her own demise. A chill had ran down her spine.
She couldn't possibly image that her own child Bloom would die from her own magic that would backfire on her at any given moment. It had terrified Marion as she hadn't known the consequences of having incomplete Enchantix.
Who knew that a fairy's magic could backfire on her resulting in her own demise by accident?
"What about Bloom's Enchantix?" Marion asked, as this was turning quite bothersome for her—she hoped that her daughter could find a way to earn it rightfully—becoming a complete Enchantix fairy without having to worry that her spells would cause Bloom her own demise.
"She can still rightfully earn it, Marion, despite her having the final fairy form," Faragonda had shed some light over Bloom's incomplete fairy form—after hearing this from the headmistress, relief had filled Marion's chest as if some heavy weight had been lifted from her—giving her a bit of comfort now.
"Anyways," continued the elderly woman, as she tipped her small glasses upwards, "I urge you three to stick closely together as possible, dark days soon lies ahead and it's better if we all stick together."
It had sounded more as a foreshadowing warning that Bloom couldn't exactly pick up on, but gave a slight nod.
"Bloom are you feeling any better?"
"I'm feeling much better than before," Bloom reassured the headmistress who was delighted to hear that from Bloom.
Faragonda handed back Bloom her cellphone back and of course the king and queen had exchanged their numbers with their granddaughter as they wanted to communicate with her as often as they could before the trio had departed the infirmary—leaving the adults alone to their discussion. King Hyperion and Queen Leilani told Marion that they'll be informing her parents of the entire situation as well—in regard to Bloom's existence in this timeline.
Bloom for most of the part was silent, as she was drawing in all what had happened. Her blue eyes gazing in all directions of Alfea. None of it was familiar to her or perhaps just slightly, as it was still fuzzy in her memory. But she could immediately tell that the new school year had just begun. Many Alfea fairies were gossiping away, some were heading to the Alfea courtyard, and some girls were planning to head off with their boyfriends and fiance to the city of Magix that was nearby the three magical schools.
"Oritel!"
"Marion!"
A loud familiar voice had pierced through the air—the voice had belonged to a girl's—it was no other than Luna who was trying to catch their attention with Radius, Niobe, Teredor, Samara, Erendor, Alec, (Marion had nearly forgotten about her own brother). She and Oritel had loads of explaining to do about the girl's existence to their close friends.
The group was waving directly at Marion and Oritel who seemed to be caught off guard. The duo hadn't had the chance to catch their breath at all nor had they had the time to process everything in. The redhead fairy and the brunet specialist exchanged nervous looks.
Would their friends understand their situation and what happened?
Would their friends believe their tale?
Marion wondered how her brother would feel about being an uncle to his youngest niece Bloom? Would he even believe her and Oritel's tale? What would he say? How would his reaction be like?
Bloom had tried to slip away quietly without anyone noticing, but of course she felt a tight hand grasp at her arm—Oritel had glanced at her sadly and had easily read her facial expression that seemed to be shown that she hadn't belonged here—that she needed to be somewhere else.
"Where do you think you're going young lady?" he asked softly.
Bloom's blue eyes had shimmered with full sadness, as tears were creeping up into the corner of her eyes. She felt so lost and unbelonging to anyone for that matter. It was just that the girl had felt as if something was missing in her life—like a huge gaping hole.
"Um. . . j-just . . . to the . . . dorm," Bloom stuttered, trying so hard not to break down into sorrowful tears once more. Oritel looked reluctant as he wasn't sure if he should let her stay alone for the next several hours when she could be with him and Marion and being introduced to their friends, preferably better then being all alone with no one to talk to.
Oritel only hoped that their friends would only understand.
Marion glanced at her daughter who seemed to be upset—though she could easily tell that wasn't the case—it was as if Bloom felt like she didn't belong here (being excluded) and all alone. That was one of the worse feeling a person could ever experience.
"Bloom, there's like about eight hours before sunset. What are you planning to do by yourself? They're our friends and I most certain, they'll come to like you very much." Marion reassured her as she held her daughter's hand in hers—guiding Bloom to her friends alongside Oritel.
Bloom felt like a nervous train wreck.
In less than 48 hours, she'd been sent across time—back into the past in her parents' days when they're attending Red-Fountain and Alfea respectively and in their final year.
Apparently, she had lost all of her memories and her Enchantix was supposedly incomplete and was utterly dangerous if she tired to use certain spells that could unintentionally cause her own demise. Bloom had met her teenaged parents who were stunned to know about her existence (though Oritel, her father, looked somewhere in his early twenties).
"It's going to be fine, love," Marion whispered into Bloom's ear as the girl apparently had become less anxious than she already was.
It was bright and beautiful day to be outside and so the whole group had gone out to Magix City and were currently eating lunch. But of course, Oritel and Marion had to explain what happened earlier as to why King Hyperion and Queen Leilani of Domino had summoned the duo to the infirmary room, which was highly peculiar?
"Wholly shit!" Radius exclaimed, his hazel eyes widen upon the story (or rather a complicated situation) of Oritel and Marion.
All of their friends were left completely stunned—unsure what to make of it. Their eyes had fallen on the redhead girl who sat between Oritel and Marion, though her appearance was like a mirror image to Marion, but with the brightest blue eyes.
"Seriously?" Luna said astoundedly—still the shock hadn't quite left her yet. "She's your daughter, Marion?"
Marion and Oritel had nodded in confirmation.
Alec wasn't sure how to feel about it entirely, though his vividly green eyes had fallen on the girl who was supposedly his youngest niece Bloom. Had his parents known about it? About their youngest granddaughter's existence? Bloom was beautiful just like her mother, Marion. Though he noticed that she had inherited her grandmother Lassandra's blue eyes.
"So let me get this straight, so a dark wizard who supposedly is Valtor—the one who saved us quite a few times—is actually insanely evil and tries to murder your daughter and in the process of doing that, somehow ends up in this timeline and her memories are all gone." Teredor repeated as if trying to understand the situation.
Somehow the young twenty-one-years-old Crown Prince of Andros had frowned, as if he'd read of a similar situation like this and he knew that something dark or terrible would come out it. Nothing would be good, well not in the slightest anyways.
"Oritel, Marion, as your friend you have to listen to me, back on Andros I've read plenty of scenarios that are very similar to this. Let me tell one valuable thing that I'd learned: nothing good ever comes out of it. Something dark lurks between the corners," Teredor elaborated over what he knew from all the readings and research but never faced an actual situation until now.
"Are you even sure about that Teredor?" the Crown Prince of Eracklyon inquired.
"Most positive that I am. Now, Oritel tell me how was your parents' reaction once they'd met Bloom?"
"My mother was emotionally distraught and my father was livid but I'd never see them react like that for most of my life." Oritel noted on how his parents had reacted—his mother and father were heavily disturbed.
"That should tell you something right then and there."
Alec was surprised to learn that the King and Queen of Domino had been extremely distressed by such a situation—in fact, the queen was one of the most kindest, loving, and selfless woman (besides his own mother of course) he'd met and the king was stern, but yet powerful. But to hear of the king and queen being heavily disturbed. . . that wasn't exactly a good sign.
"What happened little sis?" Alec questioned Marion—his face expressed complete concern over the situation.
"My parents wouldn't tell us much just only what we've told you," the brunet prince said.
"My first priority is helping Bloom regain her memories back maybe after that we could get some of our questions answered," Marion smiled at her daughter who stilled seemed to be a bit shy (or rather embarrassed about her situation) being around her parents' friends who were planning on helping her.
"Oh well, now we officially know Marion's off the market," Radius chuckled.
"You're terrible at jokes Radius," Niobe uttered.
Marion's face went bright red.
Oritel for his part had seemed to be utterly pleased for having the girl of his dreams to be his wife and mother of his children. He glanced at Bloom who seemed to have giggled as if Radius' comment had lightened her mood.
Luna came to a bright conclusion over how they could help Bloom remember her memories. "Oooh! I know what we can do to help Bloom! There's only one thing to do," Luna's grin had widen across her face.
"For Magix's Sake Luna, I know what you're on about!" Radius shook his head side-to-side, knowing his girlfriend way to well.
"Oh boy," Niobe rolled her grey-blue eyes—as she knew one possible thing that was on Luna's mind: shopping!
"We're so going shopping! All of us!" the moon fairy exclaimed.
Author's Note
I hadn't expected to update this much sooner than I originally intended! Guess, I was really excited to update this chapter lol! I guess I'm going to have to push the 23rd chapter of The Magical Child to somewhere in the beginning of October since I was writing this chapter! (I still miss my cat so much!)
Thank you for the reviews, its deeply appreciated!
DJ—I could safely say that Bloom wouldn't lose her memories if she'd gone back to her timeline nor will the family erase it for personal reasons!
Heato-kun—HAHAHA! The awkwardness would come if Bloom officially meets Erendor with all of her memories being intact with her again! But then again who knows?
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