I Capture the Candyman

Rose was in her room, sadly packing her stuff for the journey to the Milky Way. She considered it a chance for adventure. A chance to go places she had only dreamt of. However, going outside where she had lived was a bit of a stretch. Rose had lived in The Purple Moon for such a long time and now she had to leave.

She just wanted to stay in her room forever. Rose had designed it to be like her own version of heaven. Blue walls, with fluffy white clouds, a canopy bed that was pure white and flowers. Flowers decorated the every table, filling the whole room with fragrance. The young women remembered her name. Rose. Her mother had given it to her because she thought of her beauty to be that of the classic flower. When she died, Rose felt alone. Unwanted. She would soon live as an orphan.

She would sit in the orphange, and watch the children play outside, knowing she would never have the same happiness in her heart as they did. As she once did. Sometimes she felt that there was something missing in her life. Something that was yearning to be found but never could.

Rose's manicured fingers, gently caressed the silk garments she had placed in her bag. Under the fabric of one lay a heart shaped silver locket. Her mother's locket. Rose pulled it out and opened the pendant. Inside was a picture of her mom. Rose traced the outline of her face with her finger, tears flooding her baby blue eyes as she did so.

"Mother, who am I? Where do I belong?" Rose asked. She held the pendant for a few moments, then walked to her vanity. She stared at her reflection, as she put on the necklace, feeling the cool touch of the pendant against her bare flesh. As she looked in the mirror, she saw something else. Something sitting on her bed.

"Mother?" Rose asked the mirror. Just as she said this, the figure on her bed vanished.

"Are you here?" Rose asked again. Then, suddenly, she felt a cool touch on her face. Cold, but inviting. It brushed against her like fingers would.

After a few moments the cold touch fell away. A tear fell down Rose's cheek, as she sank to her knees on the green as grass, carpeting. She turned to look at a connecting door, that led to London's room. It sounded like something was going on. Wiping away her tears, Rose got up and pressed her ear to the door.

"Yes! It's almost ready!" came London's voice. Curious, Rose turned the gold handle of the door and walked inside.

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Rose couldn't see much in London's room, save for a bubbling cauldron overflowing with multicoloured steam. Everything was pitch black.

"London?" Rose called. Through the fog, however, she did not see London, but Lucky. Her eyes were glazed over, and her movements over the cauldron were robotic, almost as if she were under a spell.

Rose narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "Lucky? What are you doing?"

"She is making a love potion for me, Rose" London said, coming out from the shadows of her room. Rose looked at Lucky, then at London's shadowed face.

"You can't make a love potion! It goes against rules. Love is too powerful, even for magic! And...what did you do to Lucky?" Rose yelled, to which London smirked.

"Just having her create the potion for William. She's under a small trance" London explained.

"Trance? Trance!" Rose shouted. "Get her out of it!"

"Why? Are you too incompentant to do it yourself?" London sneered.

That was it! Rose grabbed her wand from where she kept it, which was tied to her right arm. Pointing at Lucky, she waved her wand and the girl fell out of her trance. Rose caught her just before she was about to fall, face first into the cauldron.

"What's happening?" Lucky said groggly. "I was packing with London, and then..."

"She put you under a trance to make a love potion. And you almost did, except..."

"Correction! She did create the potion" London said. Rose noticed she had an indigo coloured potion bottle in her hand.

"No!" Rose screamed. She ran over and pushed the cauldron over.

The contents went spilling everywhere, soaking the carpet. What happened next, occured at an alarming rate. The carpet began to sink, as if a huge amount of weight had just been placed there. Then, without warning, the floor started to fall in. Caught off guard, Lucky fell in, but managed to grab onto the side. Rose reached down and pulled her out. She was trying to be very careful in not falling in herself. London just stood there, watching the spectacle from the other side of the room.

"London! Don't just stand there, do something!" Rose yelled, straining to pull Lucky out.

London sighed and waved her wand. The floor magically repaired itself, and the royal carpet fell back into place as if nothing had happened.

Rose gasped. "Are you ok, Lucky?" she asked. Lucky now lay sprawled on the floor.

"I'm fine!"

London, however was not as pleased. "Now I have to do this all over again" she complained. Rose saw her pointing her wand, so she jumped in front of Lucky. The spell hit her, and Rose fell to the ground.

"What have you done? Rose? Rose?" Lucky called.

Rose's eyes fllickered open, though they had the same glazed over effect that Lucky's once had.

"Must...create...potion" Rose said, slowly getting up.

London smiled. "Good enough for me"

Enraged, Lucky meant to take out her wand, but was surprised not to find it.

"Looking for this?" London asked, throwing Lucky's wand through Rose's open door. Lucky ran to it. Though going into Rose's room was a mistake, for as soon as Lucky meant to get her wand, London shut the door and locked it.

"London! London, open this door you evil pig!" Lucky yelled, banging on the door.