Hello everyone, I hope you enjoy the previously chapter. Anyway I don't own them and they are belong to Disney except my OC's. I hope you all continue to enjoy this story and see you all in the next chapter. ;)
AN: Just so you know, most of the conversation that happens is purely inside Phillippina's head, not spoken aloud.
Evie placed the wedding veil on Phillippina sunshine golden blonde hair as she looked at herself in the tall mirror. Of course, it was her birthday AND her wedding day. Queen Leah order to make a dress to look so elegant and beautiful and the dress was designed by Evie.
Phillippina have her hairstyle updo and she wore a gown of white silk moiré over a petticoat flounced in lace and wreathed in sprays of orange blossom and myrtle. Her train was trimmed with white satin ribbons and lace. Her lace veil was held in place by a matching wreath roses, and she wore a diamond necklace, earrings, and brooch. The Queen, who had chosen lilac silk moiré with a velvet train, wore the crown diamonds and a royal diadem of diamonds and pearls.
Mal help her with a dress and put some white fingerless lace opera gloves on Phillippina hands and put a Pearl necklace around her neck. Even when Phillippina felt a pearl necklace being put around her neck. She felt like she couldn't breath anymore. Her bouquet of soft pink roses and baby breath was sitting on the counter table where her science stuff originally were but now, it was now gone forever.
Her bridesmaids wore a soft pink glacé silk dresses trimmed with tulle netting and roses, and wreaths of roses.
She felt like her dream is crumbling down and her grandmother is controlling her like a marionette puppet. Her heart ached and she put her head on her arms and cried.
"I'm so sorry Pina, I wish there's something we could do." Dizzy said with a sight.
"Let's leave her alone for a bit, she need some space." said Mal. They left and closed the door behind them as their friends is outside waiting as they left as the good fairies stood by the door giving her some time for alone.
And the moment she heard the door shut with a click, Phillippina allowed herself to release the anguish she had tried so hard to repress. Her girlfriend Helen know that she wasn't there on the girl tourney game today because she just text her about a hours ago. She will never going to see her again. She would rather be alone than not be with her. But she was going to marry Prince Chad and he will kiss her and break the curse.
All she could think of, all she could see in her mind, was the face of the youth she danced with in the forest. All she wanted to see again was her smile. All she wanted to hear was her voice, and her laughter. But all she could hear were her own sobs and the crackling of the fireplace, as if it was mocking her and her misery.
'Oh, this is going to be much easier then I thought,' chuckled the smoke that erupted from the fire, too quietly for the princess bride to hear.
"Why?" Phillippina asked herself as she continued crying into her folded arms. "Why do I have to marry Chad? He's so rude and he's like another version of Gaston. I was so happy in the forest with the animals back then. And when I met her, I..."
"When you met her?" asked a second voice in her head.
She didn't recognize where it came from, only that it was inside her. A strange, female voice that, for some reason, felt eerily comforting.
"Yes," she returned in her mind. "When I met her, in the forest, it brought me so much happiness. I thought it was all a dream."
"But it wasn't a dream, was it?" returned the strange voice.
A moment of silence paused her thoughts.
"It was, though," Phillippina replied, sobbing more into her folded arms. "All sixteen years of it. All this time I thought that I had no freedom under my grandmother rule, since I couldn't go anywhere without her permission and my parents' knowledge. And then today, I learn that I have even less freedom, I am a princess who has to marry someone to break my curse! The life I've lived up until now was the real dream!"
"It was all a dream?" the voice asked.
"Yes," answered Phillippina. "It was all a dream... a dream I never wanted to wake up from."
There was a moment of silence between Phillippina and the voice in her mind, her buried head unaware of the green orb that was materializing itself in her fireplace.
"Do you wish to return to that dream my dear?" the voice finally asked.
There was another pause before Phillippina answered. "Yes. More than anything."
"You can, you know," said the voice. "You have the power to return to that beautiful dream you lived in."
"But how?" asked Phillippina.
The voice chuckled softly to itself.
"I can show you, you know." purred the voice. "I can give you precisely what you desire. But I do require you to listen, and do exactly as I ask."
"Exactly as you ask?" murmured Phillippina, aloud this time. Her sobs toned down as she listened, unsure of what was to be asked of her.
"Yes," the voice returned. "Your dreams are quite beautiful. It's a shame that you should be torn away from them. I promise you that you will not be asked to do something you wouldn't want to. But the first step is to trust me."
"Trust you?" whispered Phillippina.
"Yes, Trust," said the mesmerizing voice. "Simply trust. Trust me."
The strange voice was soothing and comforting. It actually wasn't too hard for Phillippina to do, especially since the voice was so soft and pleasant to listen to.
"Trust me," repeated the voice. "Trust me. Trust only me. I will not hurt you like your grandmother did. I will not force you to do things like your grandmother did. Trust me. Place your trust in me. Just me. Trust me completely. Trust me wholly, utterly, and completely. Trust in me. Do you trust me?"
Phillippina thought about her words for a moment. Should she trust the voice? It was strange, hearing this all in her head. But what choice did she have? Her family, did betray that trust she had given them all her life. The voice was right about that. Maybe it was right for her to trust the voice as well. The worst that would happen was betrayal again.
"I'll trust you."
"Good," assured the voice. "Now that I have your trust, you should relax."
"Relax?"
"Yes, Relax" the voice repeated. "Just relax. The first step to getting what you wish for is to relax completely. Relax and let everything go. Let go of your stress, your worries, your cares. Take a deep breath in, then let that breathe out slowly."
Phillippina found it hard to relax at first, but as the voice continued, it was becoming even more soothing and soft. As instructed, she took a deep, shivering breath in, and then slowly let it out.
"Breath in," said the voice, "And breath out. As you breath in, take all your sadness, sorrow, stress, and worry, and release it as you breath out. You'll see that with every breath, you take more of your negative emotions into your lungs, and as you release them, become even more at peace and relaxed. Breath in, and slowly, let it out. Soon, you will no longer be crying. You will only be at peace."
Phillippina breathed in, feeling all of her unhappiness swell into her breast, but as she exhaled, felt an overwhelming sense of comfort and peace.
"That's it," praised the voice, "Breath in, and breath slowly out. Notice how comfortable you are. It's so comfortable in your chair. Breath in. As you breath out, you'll notice your feet and legs are becoming heavy. Breath in, and slowly out. Now your hips, stomach, and chest becoming more and more relaxed. Breath in, and slowly out. Soon, you'll find that you won't be able to lift your arms, your head, or even a single finger. But that is only because you are relaxing. Breath in, and slowly out. The more relaxed you are, the better it feels to be so relaxed. Breath in, and out. Now you'll become so relaxed that you won't even feel the wedding veil on your head anymore. It no longer exists."
With every slow, steady breath, Phillippina could feel the muscles in her body loosen, her limbs becoming heavier The wedding veil, which until now was like a heavy weight, seemed to become even lighter, until it no longer seemed to exist. She didn't even notice that the warm, roaring fire suddenly die out in a flick of emerald flame.
"Your so, so relaxed, now." continued the voice. "And it's so easy to relax even further. As you relax even more, you will start to only listen to me. Relax even more, and notice how no other sounds seem to exist anymore, except for my voice. Trust me. You must trust me."
Further and further Phillippina's body relaxed, as if she were about to fall asleep, but the song of the evening birds from the window died away. The sound of the people in the streets, the prattle of the fairies outside her door... everything else melted away, until only the woman's mysterious voice remained. Until the voice was the only thing that Phillippina could hear. The only thing that existed in the world. The only thing that mattered.
"Relax," the voice commanded, "and trust me. Trust me, and relax even further Know that I will not bring you pain. I will only bring you relaxation and pleasure. Know that only I have completely released you from your cares and worries. Know that you will feel safe and sound when you trust me so completely. It feels so good to relax. You feel so warm, so safe, and ever so relaxed when you trust me, and listen to me. It feels so good to listen to me, doesn't it? Tell me, does it feel good to listen to me?"
"Yes," murmured Phillippina, admitting that it really did feel incredibly good to listen to the voices instructions. She couldn't remember ever feeling so relaxed or so good in her life.
"And now you know that you can trust me. You can trust me so completely. Do you trust me completely? Do you trust me with your life? With your mind? With your will?"
"Yes." Phillippina felt so good, so safe. She trusted this voice more than she had ever trusted anything in her life. "I trust you completely with my life."
"Good," said the voice again. "I can feel how deep your trust is. Now that you trust me, you need to forget about the world. Let even your mind relax, until thoughts no longer exist. Let your mind become empty, blank. Relax. For nothing else matters anymore, except my words. Notice how any stray thoughts seem to blur away, become hazy. But don't need to think anymore. In fact, you don't mind not thinking at all, do you? It feels so good to become empty. It feels so good to only have my voice be the only thing that goes through your mind. Doesn't it feel so good?"
As she was instructed, she allowed her mind to cease thinking. Any thoughts of the youth, of her family, of her friends, of being a princess; all of it melted away into nothingness. Nothing else mattered, except the words coming from the disembodied voice, and how good it felt to listen, and not think anymore.
"Doesn't it feel good?" asked the voice again.
"Yes," Phillippina replied without hesitation.
"Yes, it feels so good, so warm, and so safe, to be completely and utterly relaxed," said the voice. "It feels so good to trust me so wholly. Now that you are so relaxed, my child, now that you trust me so deeply, I need you to do something for me. Slowly raise your head."
Phillippina obediently raised her head, slowly, as her hand, weighted heavily with relaxation, fell limply onto her lap.
"You will see a green light. A wisp of green, swirling, fire. I want you to look into the light, my child, and notice how the smoke and flame swirls inside of it. Watch how it brightens as it swirls."
When her head was completely raised, Phillippina saw the dancing, green orb. It expanded for a moment, brightening as it did. She realized now that, even though the voice was in her head, its source was the inside of the light. She noticed how the light seemed to swirl and spiral within itself, into the source of the voice.
"Isn't it so captivating? How it swirls so much? How it swells and brightens, like a beacon?"
"Yes," muttered Phillippina, truthfully feeling how captivating it was to look into the swirling, pulsing light that held the voice in her head.
"I want you to look deeply into the swirling light, my child. Focus your attention to the center of the light. Feel it pull you deep into its depths as it glows and pulsates. Notice how you can't look away from it, even if you try."
She gazed deeply into the light, feeling it pull her into its center. She couldn't look away. In fact, the more she tried to, the more intently she gazed into it.
"Stop trying to fight it," commanded the voice gently, yet sternly. "When it brightens, you find you cannot look away. You soon realize that you don't even want to look away. That instead, you must look even deeper into the pulsating light. Nothing else exists anymore, but this light. This light will guide you to your fate, and you must look deeper into it, and obey."Phillippina looked deep into the light. The room she was in, the vanity she sat at, everything around her dissipated, until only the light remained. The light that would guide her to her fate. All she wanted to do was look into the light, and obey.
"Yes," said the voice. "Look deeper into the light. You will notice how the deeper into the light you look, the more mesmerized by it you will be. And the more mesmerized you become by the light, the more you'll find yourself drifting further and further, into complete submission. Look all the way down, deep into the light, my child."
Deep into the depths of the wisp, Phillippina looked, feeling herself letting go of her autonomy.
"Look deeper," the voice commanded. "And lose all resistance to me and my power. You're mind is completely blank, as all that fills it is the swirling light, and my voice. Look deeper into the light, and as you do, you will fall deeper this trance, into Maleficent's spell."
"Deeper… Deeper… Deeper…" Phillippina could no longer think as she gazed into the wisp. Becoming more and more mesmerized by it every time Maleficent said "deeper."
"You can no longer think for yourself, now can you, Princess?" asked the voice. "You don't want to anymore. You have no mind of your own now. It just feels so good to submit to me. It feels so good to obey. You want to obey. You want to submit yourself to me. Just give in, and submit to me. It's so easy, as you look deeper... deeper… and deeper… You will love how my control makes you feel. You will love how much pleasure you feel as you fall deeper into my spell… Just give into this feeling, and surrender everything. All Control. Just let go. Fall deeper into this trance… Let me deeper into your mind…"
Phillippina looked even deeper into the voice, completely enthralled by it. Completely ensnared by it. It felt so good to submit to its will. It felt so good to look deeper and deeper into the light. To obey Maleficent's words, and submit completely to the light. It was so easy to obey. So easy to surrender everything... Surrender all control. Phillippina would give herself, and all control, to the voice. She would let Maleficent into the deepest depths of her mind, as she so willed.
Phillippina had surrendered herself completely, mind and body, to Maleficent.
And Maleficent was only too delighted to receive such a gift from her.
"Your will is now dulled, Your awareness beyond my words and the light has dulled as well, and body is now heavy, completely immobile. Its too heavy for you to move now. It takes too much effort. It's so heavy now, and completely numb."
Phillippina couldn't move her heavy body. Anything beyond Maleficent's directives was a haze. The light was all that she could see, all she could look into. It was completely numb now, and she couldn't muster the strength to move anything. Her own wants or actions didn't seem to exist anymore.
"You can't feel anything."
She couldn't feel a thing.
"But it feels so good. This numbness, this heaviness fills you with so much pleasure."
The numbness felt so good.
"This light, my voice, my commands are all that exist now."
All that existed was the voice and the voice coming from it. All that mattered was that she follow the commands of the voice.
"I am in control now," said Maleficent. "You have surrendered all your will to me. You have no thoughts of your own. No desires other then my desires. Only what I command will you obey. And when you obey, you will feel even more enjoyment from obeying."
Phillippina only gazed deeper into the light, understanding that she could only obey what it commanded. That she had no choice but to obey it. She was completely under the spell, now, and it felt so good to be such.
"Now, rise, princess," ordered Maleficent. "Rise, and come to me."
The princess bride didn't even realize she was sitting anymore, but obediently rose from her chair. It felt so good to obey. As she commanded, Phillippina walked to the light, always looking deep into its swirling depths, unaware of anything outside of its existence.
"Come to me… come to me… come to me..."
It moved away slightly. She had to follow it. She had to go to it. It felt so good to go to the light, to look deeply into it, to do as she was commanded. To the fireplace she wandered, and the back of it disappeared when the light pulsed again. she followed the light into the strange passage behind it, unaware of her surroundings.
"Now, my dear," said the Mistress of All Evil, "Follow me. Follow me up to these stairs. With each step, you will find yourself even more relaxed, and even deeper into your trance. When the light brightens, you will become twice as relaxed and twice as deep into your trance then were before. Now, follow me up the stairs."
And as the light moved up the stairs of the passageway, Phillippina felt her feet taking her up the stairs. With each step, she felt even more relaxed then she did before, and could only look deeper into the light as she climbed the steps. Maleficent allowed the glowing orb to brighten on occasion. Every time it brightened, Phillippina felt herself become twice as relaxed, and twice as captivated with the light as she was before. Maleficent pulsed the light twice, and the girl was four times as captivated.
"That's it," whispered Maleficent. "You're doing so well, Princess. You're so obedient. So trusting. So completely under my influence. What do you think will happen when we get to the top of these stairs? Answer me."
"I don't know," said Phillippina, only following the voice as she was commanded. "I cannot think anymore. All I can see is the light... All I hear is you... You are all that exists..."
"Perfect," said Maleficent. "You're doing such a good job, following my orders. It feels great when I praise you, does it? Tell me. It feels great when you praise me."
Maleficent was doing all she could to restrain herself from laughing. If only that foolish royal family or those foolish fairies could see their precious princess now!
"Excellent," purred Maleficent. "I want you to feel good when I praise you, and even better when you obey me. Now, when we reach the top of the stairs, you will meet your destiny. Remember how you said you wished that you didn't exist? How you wished to return to the dream you have lived all your life? I want you to remember your wish, my dear, and only that wish. Now tell me my dear. What was your wish?"
"To return to the dream I used to live," Phillippina answered, "and to not exist at all if I could not."
"Yes," said Maleficent. "You wished to return to the dream, or to not exist. Well, Once we reach the top, Princess, you will find a remarkable device that will allow you to both return to your dream and not exist. For your dream now will be to experience sweet nothings. Your dream now is to know oblivion. That is the dream you seek. That is the dream you wish for. The dream you used to live in will be nothing compared to complete entropy and nonexistence."
"My dream..." Phillippina repeated. "is to know oblivion..."
Again, Maleficent had to restrain herself from laughing. It was almost too much, watching the hypnotized girl want oblivion. But this point, she would be surprised if those meddlesome fairies hadn't noticed that their charge was no longer where they had left her, and that any sound that would carry would be enough for them to find out where Maleficent and Phillippina were.
They were halfway up the stairs now, almost to the secluded tower that was forgotten about by almost all of the castle inhabitants. Phillippina followed Maleficent in her voice-form silently and obediently, her eyes glazed over and unblinking. There was a silence where all that could be heard were Phillippina's quiet footsteps as she climbed each step. They still had a little ways to go, though. And Maleficent had a few more loose ends to take care of after her curse was completed. There was still that damned Merryweather's counter-spell to worry about.
"So tell me, my dear." Commanded Maleficent. "Who was it that you met in the forest? You had mentioned a 'her,' while you were crying. I now want you to think of nothing else except the person you have met."
While Phillippina could only follow and look into the light, the image of the youth swam back into her mind with renewed clarity.
"Now, tell me about her." ordered the sorceress. "Tell me what her name is, and what does she looks like. Are you in love with her? Tell me everything."
"Her name is Helen," said the mindless princess. "She's the daughter of Hercules. But she is tall, her arms are muscular, and she's handsome. I think she's is little older than me, but not by many years, and she seems to care deeply for me. Her hair is the same color as the orange fruit. Her voice is charming and comforting. She make me happy and joy. She's the one that someone who is sweet and takes their time to listen and understand me. Someone I can feel at home with. When I'm around the person I don't wanna be nervous, I wants to feel comfortable to say or do anything, even if it seems embarrassing. She even said that we had met before, once upon a dream. And I am in love with her."
"Once upon a dream," Maleficent chuckled.
The princess had obviously grown up sheltered, to come up with something as corny as that.
"Once upon a dream," she repeated mindlessly.
The two were two-thirds of the way up the stairs. Very faintly, through, the sorceress could hear three voices at the end of the stairs. Three voices calling out "Pina! Pina! Pina!" that Maleficent recognized only too well. But they were still on the bottom, and as she commanded, with every step Phillippina took, the deeper her trance was.
"Now, Princess, is there anything else you could tell me about this girl?" Asked Maleficent.
"Yes."
"Tell me," she instructed.
"She does not know that I am Princess Phillippina at first. But when she asked for my name, I give her my name. We realize that we both attended to Auradon Prep. I went out more and more times with Helen and we became a couple. I loved spending her time with her true love, and Helen was always happy to take me out to our lake or go for a stroll through the forest. Her parents didn't mind her going out to see me so much since they know that she's a lesbian and they're okay with it. They were happy that she was out all of the time and getting some fresh air. They loved to see her so happy."
"Continue," ordered Maleficent, hoping the girl would get to the point.
"She's a captain of the girl tourney game. And she's also invite me to see her playing against another team."
"Really?" asked Maleficent. This was going to be only too easy if she could capture this "true love" tonight. "Did you agree to go? Tell me."
"I did," responded Phillippina. "But my grandmother especially find out about our secret relationship, she slap me so hard and told me that I'm forbidden to see her."
"How awful, you poor thing," the wicked woman said, already plotting how to erase the youth. "You did so well in telling me about your true love."
A wave of contentment and relaxation filled her body, but a single, solitary tear managed to escape her blank eyes. It rolled down her cheek, releasing the sadness that was starting to resurface as she remembered her dream girl.
Maleficent noticed the tear too.
And was going to be damned if the girl were to break herself free.
"But now, my dear," said Maleficent, "You have thought about her enough. Any sorrow you feel must melt away. But there is only one way for you to release your unhappiness. You must forget her completely again."
Another tear fell from the other eye.
"If you trust me, then listen, and obey me. This is something you must do to fulfill your destiny."
A third and final tear trickled down her cheek, completely captivated by Maleficent's words.
"Look into the depths of the light again, look deeply into it. Deeper then you have ever before and loose all thoughts once more as it pulsates. When we reach the top of the stairs, your mind will become even more empty than ever, and you will even be deeper under my influence. You will be filled with sweet serenity as with each step, you will forget completely about the young woman, your love, your forest, your friends. With every step, your family, your estate, your dreams, and your history will be forgotten completely. When we reach the top, you will no longer even remember your own name. You will no longer be Princess Phillippina. You will know nothing, as your mind is erased of everything. What you will know, is that you seek oblivion, and that will be all that you know. As your mind becomes nothingness, you will seek to return to nothingness."
"Nothingness..." The bride murmured, and as she climbed the last few steps to the top.
"As you loose your memories, you will feel only pleasure and contentment replacing each one."
The youth, the events of the day, the feeling of love that she experienced were all sucked out of her mind and into the wisp, replaced by contentment.
With every step, the names and faces of the her friends and family faded into the green light, as well as her childhood, the forest, and her home. All replaced by this strange, wonderful sensation she had been filled with while under the spell of Maleficent. when she finally reached the top of the stairs, the only thing she knew was that she was looking for nonexistence, as that was all she knew.
The sounds of the fairies voices, although still faint, were becoming steadily louder.
"I really wish we could have had more time together," said Maleficent, as she danced around in voice-form before Phillippina's unblinking, unthinking eyes. "But your destiny has come at last, and you cannot avoid your fate. Watch the light, my dear. Watch the light!"
The girl watched the light, following it into the empty, cold room. and Maleficent transformed herself smoothly into a black spinning wheel, the wheel whirling around hypnotically fast.
"You are fascinated by this contraption, aren't you?" asked Maleficent's disembodied voice. "Its so mesmerizing, to watch the wheel spin, and spin and spin so fast."
"But do you want to know what is even more fascinating?" Maleficent continued. "Take a look at the point that the thread is wrapping around. Do you see that needle-like point? Follow the thread from the wheel to the needle it is wrapping around."
The girl's eyes fallowed the thread as was commanded, and her gaze fixed itself on the point.
"This point is called a spindle," said maleficent. "And its sharpest point even more captivating than anything else you have ever seen, isn't it? Tell me..."
"yes..." she could not take her eyes away from it as it pulsed like the wisp, even brighter than before.
"Excellent. It should be. It holds you in this trance. It holds you under my spell. Now, my child, you must touch that point of the spindle. When you do, you will find the nothingness you seek. It will bring you your dream that you now crave. Touch the spindle, and know oblivion. Touch the spindle, and fulfill my prophecy!"
Phillippina brought up her hand slowly, and walked over to the spindle that captivated her.
"Do it now," ordered Maleficent. "Touch the spindle."
She brought her middle finger closer and closer to the entrancing point.
"Phillippina!"
"Phillippina!"
"Phillippina! Don't touch anything!"
She blinked. The girl didn't recognize nor know where these new voices had come from. Until now, all she knew was the singular voice of Maleficent. But something echoed deep inside, making her hesitate when someone told her not to touch anything.
"No, you cannot listen to anyone but me!" ordered the sorceress fiercely. "Until you are awakened from the Sleep of Death, you will never be free of my spell! You will subject yourself even further under my command, ten times further under my command! As the point shines brighter! I am all you will obey!"
The green light from the point pulsed again, and her eyes glazed back over, widening with wonderment as she fell back under the spell.
"Now, touch the spindle!" Commanded Maleficent, "Touch it, and fall into nothingness! Touch it, and feel no more! Know the imprisonment of Living Death! Become dead when you fall into your endless slumber! You will keep dreaming of your true love forever and ever! Touch it!"
Phillippina brought her hand back down, hovering her middle finger over the sharp tip of the spindle.
"Touch the spindle!" Maleficent said aloud, her voice now echoing through the almost empty chamber, no longer contained in Phillippina's head. But now her voice had overtaken Phillippina's mind totally, and all memory of previous warnings was erased.
"Touch it, I say!"
And as she was told, she touched it, pressing the point deep into her flesh; Feel the sharp, needle-like point pierce the tip of her finger, and draw blood, before she fell into absolute darkness.
And that was Chapter eight. Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed it, and I just wanted to see what you guys thought about it.
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