A/N: Wow! Chapter seven already! I can't believe it! Anyway, this chapter should explain at least a little bit more about the spell. Hopefully.
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Chapter Seven: Disappearing
May Belle's PoV
May Belle watched Nerida hand her semi-aware fifteen year old brother the blue vial. The feather swung from the top as Jess slipped it around his neck.
"What is this stuff?" he asked. His voice sounded strange, as if he was at one end of a tunnel, and she another.
He didn't seem to really pay attention as Nerida explained, "It is nectar, a common faery drink. However, when nectar is spelled, it will increase faery magic tenfold. Now, drink of this."
Jess mumbled something that sounded like 'alright.' But anybody could tell that he was slipping back into whatever thoughts he was having at the moment. Nerida scowled, and her eyes flashed. May Belle's own eyes narrowed as she watched the faery. She hoped her locket would work once Jess was in the past, and that he had enough sense not to drink whatever was in that vial.
"Lord King, drink this. Take six sips, then the spell will begin to take hold," Nerida insisted. May Belle's clueless brother realized that he was being given an order, and it took a minute for him to process it. Then he took the goblet and brought it to his mouth. He swallowed six times.
The effect was immediate. The wind picked up, whipping around us and ruffling our clothes. Jess had shut his eyes tightly, like he was concentrating hard. The leaves on the forest floor whipped around, forming a sort of circle around Jess. Nerida backed up, smiling broadly. The gale-force gusts picked May Belle's brother up off his feet. He was suspended in mid air for a few seconds, then the leaves closed in on him, surrounding him and obscuring him from view. Suddenly, it stopped, and the leaves fell to the ground. Jess was gone.
It had worked.
Nerida still had not noticed May Belle, and the girl shrunk back, behind the trunk of the tree supporting the treehouse. The faery walked to where Jess had disappeared.
Nerida grinned, and murmured, "Yes! The great king is out of the way, and I already took c are of the queen years ago when she fell into my domain. Now, for that little wimp who calls herself a queen…"
May Belle gasped. Nerida had killed Leslie! And she had done this to Jess on purpose. There was probably no way for her brother to get back—whatever was in that vial would probably kill him, and the Nerida of that time period would make sure Leslie died in the creek. Plus, the treacherous thing was now plotting to kill May Belle herself!
She really needed to find Foster.
May Belle glanced once at the river spirit, who was still muttering to herself, and then ran off into the woods in search of her most trusted advisor and friend.
A/N: Gods! These chapters never turn out how I plan! Oh well. Hopefully, the differences make it better, not worse. I'd love to know what you readers think! Hint, hint