Chapter Five: "To Solaria"

Headmistress Faragonda hadn't been pleased to find out that a witch named Mandragora had deliberately attacked the senior fairies while out on grounds—in Black Mud Swamp—she was a cruel and sadistic woman.

The witch would barely leave a victim alive, which were on the Ancestral Witches' orders.

Faragonda had frowned, something about Mandragora's attack on the Fairies and Specialists earlier this week was off and the woman couldn't exactly place her finger on it. That woman wouldn't launch an assault out of the blue, without having a specific plan in mind. She wouldn't make her move without having a logical reason behind it.

It'd seemed to the older woman that Mandragora was in search for something in particular, seeking something out for the Ancestress whose dark power was growing with each passing Ancestral Witches along their son Valtor would do at nothing until the entire Magic Dimension had succumbed to their feet in acknowledging them as the supreme beings in the entire cosmic galaxies.

The headmistress had glanced out from the high glass window; her warm blue eyes falling on a specific group of fairies they were making their into the castle, as she sighed heavily upon leaning back in her chair. At the very least no one was seriously injured.

The sky wasn't clear as it had been earlier as dark grey clouds had started to cover the starry night. The woman felt a sudden breeze of the frosty air enter from the slight opening of the window and Faragonda closed her eyes.

Things were slowly changing into the worse with a threat of a dark and an unanticipated intergalactic war that lingered on the horizon of the Magical Universe.

The weather in itself was the very proof.

Magix wasn't a seasonal change of weather. No. The temperature was usually moderate all year long with the exception of summer in which the temperate had slowly increased, but not to the extreme humid heatwave.

A deep frown formed on the woman's thin lips.


Oritel had glanced at the darkened skies from the balcony of his dorm.

It had dampened his mood.

The brunet prince could easily tell that things had been changing rather drastically in the past few days ever since Mandragora—the vile witch—who had launched her attack upon them in Black Mud Swamp.

It was as if all of the sudden the world had lost all of its cheerfulness and was now filled with utter concern, and a feeling of darkness tugged at the very edge just waiting for the right moment to plague the Magical Universe into hopelessness and utter despair in its most vulnerable time.

Oritel turned his head upon hearing the door slide wide open revealing to be Teredor.

"I'd figure you would be outside Oritel, and let me guess, the weather is getting to you isn't it?" Teredor spoke in a serious manner—even he had noticed the smallest of change.

This dark evil wasn't just only affecting Magix but all the other realms as well. The whispers and rumors of the Ancestral Witches' dark magic threatening cities, kingdoms, realms and all the likes, were growing stronger with each passing day.

Most people across the Magical Universe had believed that they were folktales nothing to be true of—legends that were simply heard over centuries. No one had witnessed the Ancestral Witches in person yet. They hadn't made their appearance and that's in itself would cause quite a troublesome stir.

Oritel's mind was filled with utter concern over his parents, people, and kingdom. Oritel had been keeping up with the news and simply hearing people vanishing without a trace, only to be found dead was a bad sign to begin with. Things were slowly growing worse with each passing day. But how much longer before everything would spiral out of control?

How terrifying was that?

Knowing that family members were just being gone within the next minute never knowing if they were going to see their bright faces shuddered—feeling a chill run down his spine.

Dreadfulness had filled the prince's heart.

He couldn't or wouldn't want to hear any of his own people just randomly disappearing without a trace—his parents had given him some (though it seemed to him it was hardly) reassurance of the dire situation.

They had been keeping their lips tight about it as if trying to shield him from harms way. But Oritel wasn't a child no longer. No. He was the Crown Prince and a Specialist and a graduating student as of this year. A grown man who could handle the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"I suppose it is," Oritel finally expressed out slightly irritated. His fist clenched.

"I do believe everyone is worried about the growing evil. My parents had been doubling the number of troops and many guards are patrolling the portal of Andros protectively that's linked to the Omega Dimension," Teredor replied (slightly tensed), as concern shined in his olive-green eyes. His worries had deeply grown over for his family, people, and kingdom.

"Hey! I was looking for the two of you!" Radius called out, snapping both of their attention on him. "You two been out there for awhile and from the look of things, it's about to rain soon why don't you join us before we head off to Alfea. . ."

Oritel's worries had increased over Marion and Bloom (though that goes double to his daughter due to her messy situation). Not only that, but what had also bothered him was the mysterious wizard named Remesu who came to their aid and destroyed the nasty creature with his spell.

Who was he really?

Why was he the only one who knew how to destroy those wretched bugs? Or why had he had that curious look in his eyes upon seeing Bloom was the better question? Why was he interested in her?

"Teredor would you mind doing me a simple favour?" Oritel asked.

"What kind of favour?" Teredor said.

"Would you mind doing a little background check on Remesu Spellbinder?"

Teredor raised an eyebrow.

"Why? Does this have something to do with your daughter? I'm most certain that Radius and Erendor were just joking about it—you know they hadn't meant it, but were just trying to make some light-hearted humors out of the situation or rather getting back at you for all the pranks you'd pulled on them."

Oritel let out a light-hearted chuckle as if he had already knew what his friends' true intentions were.

"I know that, but something about that wizard seemed off to me. Marion had told me she couldn't exactly see his inner spirit which is quite strange. Usually she does. I get the feeling he's hiding something and I'm not sure what his motives are. I don't want that kind of man to be playing with Bloom's feelings." Oritel finally admitted. Sure he was being a little paranoid about the wizard, but still, Oritel was positively sure that there was something strange about Remesu.

Oritel needed information about that man.

What if his intentions weren't all good? What if the wizard had hurt his daughter with his false words? What if he was manipulating her? For Dragon's Sakes why couldn't he see anything but a potential threat to Bloom?

"Ah. Come on Oritel. Just admit that you're overprotective of Bloom. There's no shame in that you know. Dragon knows if in the future I had a daughter with Niobe. I'd probably be overprotective like you and check that man's background. Just give me a few days and I'll have it ready for you."

"Thanks Teredor. If you ever need something from me, I'll be gladly to return back the favour." Oritel told him as the two walked back inside to their dorm.


Rain was pouring heavily nonstop with occasional bright sliver lights escalating down onto the grounds followed by loud thunderous sounds. The weather was growing worse with each passing hour. The winds had picked up, stronger than it had been earlier as tree branches had thrashed against the windows causing loud banging noises that was hard to ignore.

"Dragons! It's raining like cats and dogs out there. . . this weather is just awful," Niobe peered through the window, as the girl had watched the rain sliding down against the glass like waterfall of tears.

The fairies were waiting inside the Alfea castle until the boys would arrive and whisk them off to the Kingdom of Solaria for the significant event that was being held.

"Which is why we're going to Solaria—the weather is much warmer and cheerful there, which is just the perfect place to get our hair and nails done and have an all girls day!" Luna chirped happily.

"Any sign of the guys yet? Stars knows that we haven't got all day to be messing around," Luna continued, as she paced around nervously.

"And who said you wouldn't have the time for such things? I can perfectly assure you that you and the girls would have plenty of time to get your hair and nails done," a deep voice spoke from behind the fairies.

Luna had spun on her heels to see Radius and the rest of the Specialist.

The blond-haired fairy had crashed into her boyfriend's warm embrace.

"Thank the Stars you came! It would've been disastrous if you'd been any more late. . ."

"Blame the bad weather," Radius replied.

Marion could tell that Oritel had been a little annoyed by Remesu who came along with the rest of the seniors. Once he had spotted her, Oritel had draped his arm on Marion's shoulder bringing her closer to him and placing a soft kiss on her head. The redhead fairy had enjoyed his presence and the way he would gaze at her with pure fascination.

Though she could see that Oritel's brown eyes had fallen on his daughter, as Remesu had decided to approach Bloom.

It had appeared to Marion that Remesu was tensed from the way he moved his muscle as if trying to reconsider his motives. Was this Remesu's first time approaching a girl to engage in an actual conversation?

Had he always been, what was the precise word for it: a solitary man who had dedicated most of his life to studying magic? Understanding Magical Theories or being the best at Defense Against the Dark Arts Magic?

Or had Oritel made the wizard nervous under his sharp (dirty) glare that he tossed at the man? Or was it both?

Marion couldn't be exactly sure behind Remesu' awkward behavior. Maybe that wizard had never learned how to flirt with girls, but rather dedicating his time to his knowledge of magic and the martial art skills.

"Oritel, just let them be alright? Nothing's going to happen. After all, we're all together. Bloom's under our supervision anyways and it's not like she's going to do anything we wouldn't want her to do," Marion tried to rationalize with the brunet prince but unfortunately for her, it had worsen the situation.

"Thanks Marion for putting that imagery in my mind. That defiantly makes me feel better," Oritel brooded.

"Ah. For the love of the flame Oritel don't be so dramatic about it. She isn't a little girl. They're just talking and there's nothing wrong with that. Just leave them alone, come on," Marion chided, as she forcedly dragged Oritel away—giving Bloom a little bit of privacy.

Bloom's breath had caught her throat, as the girl hadn't anticipated in seeing Remesu on such a day.

It had genuinely surprised her to see him again.

Remesu's amber eyes were exotic, never had she seen such something so enticing especially with his platinum hair tied to the side that had contrasted with his tanned complexion and the refined dark clothes he wore in victorian style. His eccentricity had seemed to cling on him like a shadow that followed him to the ends of the universe and it had certainly peeked up Bloom's curiosity about that man (though she would not straight outright admit it to Oritel but rather Marion who easily understood her).

Remesu carefully studied the girl's features from the way she'd fiddled the strands of her unruly red hair. The girl was about nervous as he was in that brief moment. Her rosy lips twisting into a timidly smile, as if the fairy was hesitant over what she was about to do next or what to say to him exactly.

The girl had dainty features even though she was tall and slightly curvaceous, but her blue eyes were what had enticed him the most that were filled with undeniable secrets. Secrets that had made him want to explore every inch of her skin as he would softly press his lips against her smooth skin. The dimples on her cheeks as she smiled brought some kind of new meaning to Remesu and he wasn't what it was exactly. The way her face turned that faint shade of pink colored him intrigued.

A flush ran across Bloom's face as she recalled the day he saved her from Mandragora's dark creature. Her gaze had met his and in that moment it were as if sparks had flew—as if in an instant the duo had shared a connection together that no one in the universe could manage to understand.

"I don't mean to pry or anything, but can I ask you something beautiful girl?"

Bloom pressed her lips together. Her attention fully focused on the wizard before her as she placed her hands to the side of her hips. "Sure. What do you want to ask me exactly Remesu?"

Remesu's was simply intrigued by Bloom's presence.

The girl stood out differently from all the other women he'd charmed in the past under his wicked spell. His charisma. (Though it would only be a one night stand with a woman and after that he wouldn't be in touch with the woman). A fling and that was about it. Just two people having a little fun with not having a care in the world around them nor being in a serious relationship.

There was something about the redhead fairy who had simply haunted him in his daydreams and during the long endless starry night. That girl was clearly invading his personal life and including his imaginative ones.

She was not like all other girls he'd met from before.

Bloom was a rare girl in which he had defined in his own book (in which he normally doesn't do)—one that he wanted to wrap her in a cotton wool and keep to him for all eternity. Keep all of her secrets tied with his very own.

The wizard was well aware that he could simply not use his infamous motives in luring girls to his side no longer as being Remesu.

In fact, Remesu's personality was the in stark contrast of Valtor's nature, in lacking the airy confidence, keeping more to himself, a total bookworm, and he can come across as nerdy and utterly clumsy and clueless about how to approach a girl as if that weren't his most strong suite possible.

In fact, Remesu had never even had a chance to simply to talk with a girl. This way, it wouldn't look too obvious for that matter. Otherwise his undercover identity would be revealed and he would only be the biggest idiot in the entire Magical Universe. All his preparations he had planned for would be for nothing.

He was no man to waste his energy on something he would gain no valuable information.

"Are you and Marion by any chance related? I mean given the fact that you two are nearly identical in every way possible except for your eyes. That's only thing that distinguishes the two of you from each other?" he piped up the question without sounding conspicuous and it was a genuinely honest question.

Bloom's eyes fluttered wide open in surprise as if she hadn't predicted the question he had longed the answer for. But the startle in her blue eyes had instantly vanished in the next second as if it had never happened. The redhead had let out a small reassuring smile.

"Well, technically we're twins. She's older than me in about two minutes," Bloom replied smoothly, as she leveled out her ruffled blue dress evenly as possible. She hoped that it would come across as a believable story.

The girl couldn't really admit the actual truth of her very existence in this timeline. It would be too complicated for anyone to understand. And not to mention but dangerous as well. Who knows what would happen if she did tell Remesu? What would he think of her then? Delusion? Crazy? Bloom pushed those horrifying thoughts down her throat. She couldn't tell him, well, not just yet anyways. She barely knew the guy.

Twins? Marion had never mentioned to anyone that she had a younger sister otherwise I would've know about it? And a twin at that as well. But that wouldn't make any sense if Bloom had the Dragon Flame within her as that kind of magic had only belonged to the Royal Family of Domino? Something about that sounded rather odd.

Remesu had reencountered the days when he had first met Marion on Domino.

The girl never brought up that subject of having a younger sibling—a twin sister—to anyone else for that matter (as if it had seemed the girl hadn't existed in their lives yet or she simply had popped up from nowhere?).

Of course Oritel and Marion had managed to come up with the ideal story to this messy situation. It was flawless. Perfect. More importantly no one would doubt Marion and Bloom for being inseparable sisters. It was the perfect fit to the shoe (or at the least for the time being).

No one would question it.

And no one would bother to dig deeper.

And the story was: they were twins who had been torn away from each other since birth. Apparently a wicked woman had the nerve to kidnap a newborn baby girl since the woman couldn't have any of her own with her husband and locked the infant away in a tower—hidden from the world for almost two decades. They had to repeat the story several times that had it memorized by heart and mind.

(In Bloom's point of view—that story had sounded so familiar to her as if she heard as a young child from one of her parents' bedtime stories. It was the story of Rapunzel and apparently she was the girl locked away in a tower).

"That makes sense considering you two look so alike," Remesu noted, as if he were an idiot and couldn't put the pieces together. Despite the fact that the story had seemed to be a little strange, it was as if the pieces weren't fit for it for the puzzle.

But of course he didn't want to push her buttons further. He knew that there was a red line that he shouldn't cross or overstep his boundaries with endless questions that would get him nowhere.

Naturally over time, perhaps the girl would simply spill all of her most inner and deepest secrets to him once she had gained his full trust and had confounded in him.

Time would only tell.

The duo had strolled down the hall catching up with the rest, although Remesu couldn't help but keep catching a few glimpse of Bloom.

Rain wasn't pouring as heavily as it had been earlier, but the air was bitter cold once they stepped outside onto the Alfea's campus making their way to the Red-Fountain spacecraft where it was much warmer inside. Once the doors were sealed shut before being whisked off to Planet Solaria.

Bloom sat besides Marion who was deeply engaging in a conversation with Niobe and Samara about what hairstyles they should do and what color nails on their fingers. Luna was in Radius' lap as two had decided to snogged off, earning a snidely remark from Erendor as in return they gave him glares.

The girl tuned out the voices as she watched in pure fascination as the Alfea school had vanished from her sight as the spaceship escalated higher and higher, passing through the hemisphere of Planet Magix until they were now roaming in the dark void with bright burning stars in the darkness. Space.

It was utterly quiet, but yet so beautiful.

Serenity had lingered within the darkness between the burning stars as they roamed through the void endlessly.

Yet something about space seemed so unearthly.

Bloom was completely fascinated by the wonders of space, unaware of the fact that Remesu had kept his eyes glued on her, a small tug of a smile appeared on his lips.


The spacecraft had landed in front of the Solarian Royal Palace which was located in the central heart of the valley. Not afar from the palace, were high mountains that was positively vibrant in a variety of colours to one's eyes.

The sun was blazing in the high crystal blue sky of Solaria. No cloud in sight. The day was just perfect for tonight's ball. Nothing could possibly ruin the day.

Solaria's weather was by definition the polar opposite of the weather back in Magix.

It was boiling hot and dry humid.

Though Samara and Niobe had complained about it as they wiped the sweat from their foreheads as if both girls were unaccustomed to the extreme heat and humidity of Solaria. Marion and Bloom weren't bothered by Solaria's high temperature at all.

"Well it's a sun planet what do you expect? But I expect by nightfall the temperature will drop and there will also be a moon shower tonight and that occurs every thousand years! Legends says that the moon shower is so romantically beautiful, that everyone, I literally mean it, will end up kissing their significant other or anybody really. . . " Luna explained, nearly fantasizing the evening of the moon shower.

Bloom raised a red brow skeptically. "Seriously?"

That was defiantly an overstatment to propose.

Was that even true or simple wishful thinking of Luna's?

"I'm pretty sure that it's only a myth Luna. There's no way everyone would be falling in love tonight," Samara shook her head, dismissing Luna's theory that hardly seemed believable.

Luna made a face. "Of course it's true! Watch and see what happens tonight. I totally would love to see you and Erendor snogging off into the endless night and I'd be gladly to take photos for proof!"

Samara's face grew scarlet, whether it had embarrassed her or it was due to her deep feelings she had expressed to Crown Prince Erendor of Eracklyon, Bloom wasn't too sure.

Niobe, Marion, and Bloom shared a laugh.

The capital city of Solaria—Corona—was a beautiful city with vast amount of golden like skyscrapers that shinned under the warm sun and the mystical shops that lined the commercial streets. The city was practically alive with people bustling about their day though the people were dressed in their most expensive looking clothing and jewelries that glittered. Though the clothing had appeared to be similar to what the Romans and Greeks had wore back in the day but in a more modern style.

It had appeared that the city was similar to Magix but slightly less advanced as Bloom spotted a few carriages along the way that obviously belonged to a few wealthy families.

Children were enjoying their day with their families and friends.

A few children had attempted to be mischievous with their magic in causing a few pranks. (Although a few adults were annoyed by such tactics of young children and had deliberately shouted at the children who fled the scene laughing all the down to the end of the street).

Bloom felt unbelievable joy just fill the city with such positive energy.

It was unlike anything she had ever felt from before and it had excited her. Her eyes were constantly darting around each area as if trying to capture her surroundings, storing it as a memory. The redhead princess had enjoyed the warmth of the sunlight on her exposed skin—giving her a warm tingling feeling that delighted her.

"Here we are ladies! One of the best salon in the city, also one of my favourite place to be at!" Luna came to a halt in front of her favourite spa salon.

Apparently everything had been carefully planned according to Radius—the curtesy of the Solarian Prince—as the brunet woman dressed in a white skirt suite, appearing business like as Lucy—the woman's name that was written on the name tag that was pined to the blazer—had welcomed the group of girls as she showed them around (despite Luna having memorized every corner of the place from the bottom depth of her heart).

The five fairies were dressed in finery silk robes.

Bloom felt the heat travel up to her pale cheeks, giving a slight tinge of pink colouring her face.

Wasn't this a bit too much—or rather overwhelming?

It felt a bit too surreal even to her own taste despite Luna reassuring her that it was nothing to be fretting about. It was a girls day out and what better way to spend it at a spa with all the fabulous treatment that a fairy would enjoy to her pleasure without having the a guy to linger over her.

"Is this like, uh, a bit much?" the redhead princess implied, gazing at the tub that was being filled with hot water.

Luna gave Bloom a pointed look—one that was familiar from somewhere long ago—as if ordering her to obey Luna's command.

"Your daughter is a bit hard to persuade Marion."

"Luna you dolt quite down, someone might hear you," Marion hushed concernedly, over the fact that someone might in-tune into their private conversation and spread undeniable rumors.

The moon fairy had let out a sigh. "No one's here but us Marion. I hardly heard a person walked by."

"Alright you win, Luna!" Bloom uttered, raising her arms up in defeat.

"Good. You really don't want to try the hard way with me."

The fairy had slipped into hot water that was fizzing with pink foam which due to the pink crystal salts. As far as Bloom knew from what Luna told her, it was supposed to do wonders for your skin complexion. Once her skin came into contact with hot water, it had caused her skin to tingle delightedly. Not only that, but her muscles had felt more relaxed as to what she'd been feeling earlier. It was as if Bloom had easily loosen her grips, allowing herself to be snuggled in the hot water as steam rose in the air.

This feels really good. Maybe I should do something like this more often.

Bloom had been deeply immersed her own thoughts that had swept her into an endless fantasy—allowing all of her problems to diminish away to the bottom depth of the unknown darkness that were filled with hidden secrets that were waiting to be resurfaced once more.

It was utterly peaceful and Bloom enjoyed it until the ladies had emerged in order to paint their fingers and toes and have their hair styled. The girls had gotten into the discussion about what type of hair style they're going to do.

"No! We're going to get out of our usual hair style and do something rather bold. . . "

Niobe raised a brow, looking slightly skeptic of the blond's suggestion. "How bold exactly are we talking about Luna? And I do prefer my usual beach curls."

A grin broaden across the blond's face. "Very bold my dear Niobe."

"Oh boy," the fairy wave let out a heavy sigh, not liking where this was going.

Luna could be a handful at times especially with her crazy schemes that would pop into her mind.

The redhead bright blue eyes had shifted onto Niobe for an answer. "Luna can get a bit carried away sometimes."

"Duly noted."

Luna glanced at Bloom with a sly smile forming on her lips.

"So Remesu? I think he's kinda cute isn't he, Marion, for your little sister? Wouldn't you think they would make a cute couple together?" the blond wiggled her eyebrows at her best-friend as she pictured the two together.

It had defiantly caught Marion off guard and she had easily spotted Bloom flustering significantly.

Of course, the girls were going to bring up the topic of Remesu.

Remesu was a mysterious wizard that had somehow caught Bloom's interest in, despite the fact that the girl didn't want to admit anything just yet especially after Oritel's drama about the situation. Unlike Oritel, Marion had seemed to be a little more relaxed about him, but then again Bloom had easily seen the worries shine in her mother's eyes as she glanced at Remesu as if trying to figure the type of wizard he was?

(Though Bloom did notice that Marion appeared to be distrustful of the man at first).

There was that eerie vibe around him that made her feel as if . . . she had been intrigued by his mere existence.

"But we barely know each other though," Bloom uttered in a low voice though her eyes had met Marion's piercing green eyes as if looking for some support from her mother. Remesu seemed like a nice person. Could she have a chance to know him? Or would that cause some alternation in the future timeline?

Marion clicked her tongue. "Well I suppose so, but I don't want Remesu to be playing with Bloom's feeling. It's just that, I don't know really. . ."

The dark-skinned fairy gazed at Marion soft-heartedly. "Let me guess overprotective?"

"That's about it," Marion smiled sheepishly.

"If you're that worried Marion, then I suggest doing a little background check on the guy? Better be safe than sorry. You know, I'm not sure if I ever did tell you the story before I was engaged to Erendor?" There was an interesting glint in Samara's dark green eyes nearly reflecting some sort of strange sadness but yet there was a spark of joy.

"No. You haven't exactly told us the story," Luna pointed out, though she seemed eager in wanting to hear Samara's tale who hadn't exactly opened up to the girls ever since she had transferred to Alfea from last year. She was more of a silent fairy that kept most things to herself, with the exception of discussing her late night dates with Erendor to the girls.

"It was about two years ago before I met Erendor of course. . . " Samara begun, recalling her memories of that single night that had shattered her world and it had made her open her eyes to the real world.

Bright white crystal flakes had fallen from the darkened grey clouds that hung over the magnificent Kingdom of Eracklyon. The city was illuminating spectacularly but the paved sidewalks were deserted from any inhabitants at the moment.

A young girl was sitting in the back of the car dressed in the most exquisite emerald gown with dazzling jewelry. The girl was going to meet her fiancé at the restaurant for a wonderful, romantic dinner. He had planned this for about a few weeks.

The car eventually came to a stop in front of the restaurant. The dark-redhead girl peered through the tinted window appearing slightly anxious. It was the feeling that rose inside of her chest every time she would meet up with her fiancé Jason Grey.

"I wish you have a lovely evening my darling," Samara's father, Lord Aaron, smiled at his only daughter.

"Oh I will, father," Samara beamed at her father, giving him a kiss on the cheek before departing away, "and if anything does happens, I will give you a call."

The car had vanished from sight as Samara composed herself before walking into the restaurant. She had to be perfect. No everything had to be perfect for tonight's dinner. She inhaled a deep breath in and exhaled out as if trying to relax her breathing and anxiety. The girl had lifted her head upwards with utter pride and confidence.

The minute the girl had stepped her foot in the restaurant she had spotted her fiancé with another girl who had long flowing black hair, dressed in a tight short dress to Samara's own horror that she would never wear in her life. It was unsuitable for such a respectable place.

Hot tears had brimmed in Samara's green eyes that filled with sorrow and heartbreak. In that moment, she felt she had lost her breath and could no longer breath—nearly panting for more oxygen to fill her lungs. Without hesitation, the girl had instantly fled the place in which she had dreamed to have a romantic and special night with Jason.

It had stung her heart. All the promises he had made to her and the love he'd given her, was nothing more but a huge lie plastered to her face. Jason lied to her. He broke her fragile heart with false hopes and promises for the future.

Her heart was aching in pure pain.

Betrayal was what Samara felt. It had burned her.

The girl sobbed heavily as her visions blurred completely unaware who was heading in her direction as she kept running to the end of the street.

CRASH!

Samara had found herself on the ground coated in thick white snow.

"I-I'm so. . .sorry. I-I didn't s-see you there," the redhead girl stuttered in her words, though her voice sounded completely shattered as she sniffled, trying to stop with the tears.

The brunet man had gazed at the woman with a soft look, though he could easily tell that she was sobbing. He lend his hand out to the broken girl. "It's alright girl. I could say I should've payed much more attention. Now come on let me help you."

Samara had recognized the deep voice from somewhere but couldn't exactly put her finger on it. Samara had took the man's hand as he helped the girl up to her feet. Once her green eyes had fallen on the man, she was utterly stunned by who she ran into.

"Crown Prince Erendor!" Samara's cheeks had reddened in embarrassment over colliding into the prince of her kingdom. "I, do please forgive me for my manners I—"

"There's no reason to apologize my lady. It seems to me you've gotten your heart broken? May I ask for your name girl?" Erendor gazed at Samara who had mascara smeared around her red puffy eyes as she tried to stop with the tears as if it were something of embarrassment (pure humiliation of her standard).

"I'm Samara Sterling. But how would you know that I've gotten my heart broken. It could be anything," Samara bit her lips nervously. The redhead didn't want to be seen as a weakling. Dragons. She hated herself in that very moment.

The brunet prince arched an eyebrow.

"That a beautiful name you've got. Well Samara, I know that a girl wouldn't be sobbing in tears and running away from something without having gotten her heart broken. And I hate seeing a girl's heart get broken. If I may ask, why are you in tears. Let me help you and if I didn't help you, then what kind of prince I would be not to help my people?"

Samara had told him about her supposedly fiancé who she discovered had been lying to her for an entire year about his feelings towards her and had cheated on her with another girl as she spotted Jason Grey kissing another girl passionately from the way he held her to him.

The way he had his arms wrapped around her waist as their lips had touched one another. Jason hadn't even kissed her, not even once, as Jason told her he needed more time to get to know her personally. But he kissed another girl and it was vividly stored in her memory.

She would never forget what he had done to her.

Anger coursed throughout her entire body, feeling the heat of the blood rushing in her veins as her face grew scarlet that matched her hair colour.

"Jason Grey? That names sound familiar," Erendor told her in a serious tone, something about that man's name was familiar as if. . . Erendor couldn't exactly place his finger on it as it had slipped from his mind entirely. Something about that man was unpleasant or rather off-putting.

"He's your fiancé?"

"Was my fiancé I suppose," Samara had a disgusted look on her face, but it hadn't matched the sound of her heartbroken voice. The girl no longer wanted to speak of him. "I probably should call my father and go home and tell him about the incident."

"Wait! Let me make this up to you? After all, I don't really have plans for tonight or any other night. I was just strolling the stunning city, and I know of a perfect place that would cheer a beautiful girl up such as yourself. . ." Erendor smiled, his brown eyes filled with utmost kindness that she hadn't seen in Jason at all.

"But my father?" her tone was filled with concern as to how her father might take this unexpected (shattering) news.

"I will talk to him for you Samara. After all, no one could refuse a prince down am I right?"

It made Samara smile a bit.

". . . And that's what happened. But of course Erendor had talked to my father that night and I did end things with Jason and gave him back the engagement ring in front of his supposedly girlfriend he been going behind my back for an entire year. When my parents found out the truth about Jason, they were furious and my father had wanted to murder him in his spot for breaking my heart like that."

"That's awful," Bloom said from the bottom of her heart, feeling for Samara's feelings. Having your heart shattered by a man who was supposedly to love you but didn't was simply a difficult process to go through. And not to mention going behind someone's back and cheating one them with another person was just. . . plain cruel.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that Samara," Niobe uttered.

"It must've been real difficult to get over him right?" Luna asked curiously.

"After what Erendor found about him. Nope. He was a lying little thief using someone's else identify and doing wicked things. I got over him pretty quickly not feeling sorry for the guy and his girlfriend broke up with him after that. . . so all that ends well as the saying goes." Samara beamed.

"I can't believe that a guy would do something like that. Go all that way to impress a girl and lie to her face like that," Marion shuddered horrifyingly.

"You never know what's in their head and what their true intentions are."

Marion bit her lips—a habit of hers when she always got anxious (or worried about something in particular). She couldn't exactly feel a spiritual presence from Remesu but he didn't appear so unusual about himself.

"Maybe Oritel should do a background check on Remesu. I think it'll make me feel better knowing who he is exactly. . . " Marion glanced at her daughter as she couldn't imagine in seeing her daughter's heart get shattered by a man who could be clearly using her to his own needs (or being completely manipulated by him).

"I would say so." Luna and Niobe agreed.


Author's Note

Finally part I of this chapter is finished. Originally I was going to put the Solarian Sun Ball in this chapter as well, but decided until the next chapter and we'll be seeing more of the guys and what they're up too as well. As this story goes on, I'll be adding more depth and background to Niobe, Teredor, Samara, Erendor, Radius and Luna's characters. I feel like they're also very interesting characters! I like to do something that no one had tried from before so yay me!

DJ—I totally forgot that Marion could see those spirits just like Bloom, in which Bloom had inherited that trait from her mother and not father. Valtor isn't a person who is an open book. He conceals his true nature away from everyone and even those people with the gifts to see can't be able to!

mimisvpor: Don't worry Oritel will loosen up and he'll give his trust to Bloom later on.

ChocolateBell: Thank you! Radius and Erendor will continue to tease Oritel about Bloom. They just like to get Oritel on his nerves but in a playful kinda of way. Of course they mean well lol!

Amai Momoyama: Thank you so much!

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