A/N: It was a bit abrupt, but I couldn't wait to introduce her shop to add to the rest of the story, which will be a bit longer than the last.
No matter what Icy and Stormy said, Darcy would open a jewelry shop.
She reached into her trunk with five year's worth of enchanting jewels and poisoning drinks. They winked at her in the bright light of the white sky.
Darcy finally deciding on picking a disguise, then heading to Magix; but before that, she had to inform Stormy and Icy and tell them to make up an excuse if Valtor returned.
Her suggestion on following him around was immediately shot down by Icy, who pointed out that it wouldn't work.
'We can't just interfere; we have our own share of power, unlike Darkar who made us do all his dirty work while he sat around waiting.' Icy had said.
Darcy closed the trunk lid and walked over to the mirror, fingering a lock of her hair.
Darcy stared at her eyes in her mirror. She smiled and reached up to her hair and it turned a lighter gold, but still her dark shade. She flipped it and it became waist length, her long bangs shortened, and her eye color changed to a vibrant green. Her indigo colored make-up vanished and turned to purple, her cheeks turned a deeper pink.
Next, she snapped her fingers and her shoulders supported a glittering fabulous shawl with beads clicking and glinting, a few inches above her waist. Her new skirt reached the floor and curled in a curious shade of red-purple with a dark sequined thin waist belt. The front of the skirt was slit and her ankle-boots were visible. She made them longer so no one would recognize them. Darcy smiled once again, and thought she was much more creative than Icy was at choosing disguises.
Now, she'd just have to tell Stormy- Stormy wouldn't tease her, she'd just tell Icy once Darcy left. She walked over to Stormy's bed, the hangings were left open, and she was leaning over a book about a tragic witch who decided to attack everyone because of her plan to take revenge on the people who had caused her tragedy. Darcy thought it was the most boring book in the magic dimension, but Stormy had just started reading.
"Stormy," she snapped. Stormy looked up, bored. "It's me, Darcy."
Stormy raised an eyebrow, and then laughed, "Good disguise. What're you going to do now with that on?"
"Nothing, just listen. I'll be back, going to Magix. Just tell Icy and make up an excuse, okay?"
"Why is it always me?" groaned Stormy. "I'm getting tired of making up excuses for the both of you."
"You have a good imagination," said Darcy, and then teleported straight to Magix.
The train station was empty when she arrived. Darcy looked around, and couldn't believe her luck. There was a shop that she recalled it being a clothing shop 2 years ago. There was a "For Rent" sign nailed to the door. The wind blew straight across her and creaked around the floorboards as she stepped up the stairs.
Darcy placed her suitcase on the top step and saw the phone number scratched into the sign. She copied it down, took out her cell hone, and dialed the number…
Darcy looked around the shop; it was big enough for her liking. The businessman who had sold it to her had told her that she now owned the second floor as well. Darcy looked back once again, and decided to get straight to work.
She lifted her shawl off her head, revealing a purple and red buttoned jacket. Darcy brushed her hands and waved them towards the walls, instantly painting them a sea blue that began to edge darker as the back of the store approached. Next, she worked on the dusty floor next and polished it. This drained her energy, and she conjured a sofa so she could collapse onto it and rest.
For the next few hours, she worked deliberately on the furniture, racks and displays, setting out her whole trunk full of jewels and vials of potions. She had even set a few misty pots that scented the air just like she had dreamed. Before she could open it, she had to make sure it was fine. She had just ordered the counter, and was waiting for the people to come set it up.
Darcy unwrapped the plastic on the decorations package, and magicked them into the air so they glued themselves on the wall and created a glow effect. The ceiling was black with white stars that she had bewitched herself to look real.
However, she had to buy more bottles and work on more gemstones. The shop was already flowing with her collection, and she already matched it with her dream.
There was a ring at the door, and she looked through the new fitted glass to see a van outside.
'There's my new counter,' she thought, and ran straight to answer.
A/N: Yes I know Darcy is a bit dreamy in this chapter but I guess even for her, she's the kind of person who'd do what she wanted even though it might seem impossible. Please review :)