black angel's wing - *cough* well hey there! How long has it been, two months? Three? Jeesus, I'm really sorry! I just... Gosh, I don't even have an excuse for being so cruel... We're just gonna go to the chapter now... Which I didn't actually retread after I typed it, so yeah. There will be mistakes and such things, just please don't shoot.
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Chapter 10. Pixie Dust
Over the course of the next dew days, the two females decided that it would be beneficial to journey back into Calypso's mind. Agatha had said that she wanted to test a theory, and that it could possibly help them get a better grasp on what was going on with the young girl.
They stood facing each other in the familiar darkness, the only light coming from the far off twinkling of distant memories. Their hands were interlocked, and they had just finished doing their daily breathing exercises.
"Now Calypso," floated the elder's commanding whisper. "I want you to close your eyes and remember back to our single and most happy memory."
Her eyelids fluttered shut, and the small blue lights that were around the pair began to spin, faster and faster, until they finally came to a screeching halt. A small orb floated down, and hovered in between Agatha and Calypso.
"Now, I want you to experience once more the overwhelming joy, the immense happiness that you felt in that moment. I want you to feel it bubbling in your chest, and I want you to know remember that feeling."
A calm silence returned as the girl's brow furrowed in concentration. After a few moments, the hovering memory began to glow brighter and brighter, until it was a blinding neon pink.
When the brightness dulled down a few moments later, there was an ever-so-faint pink haze that surrounded Calypso's figure, and with the dim light, the ghost of a smile could be seen gracing her lips.
"Good," murmured Agatha before continuing in a louder voice. "There is something that I would like for you to try. With the joy that you have collected, I want you to manifest a physical being."
Calypso's eyes shot open and blinked rapidly twice before casting a curious and confused gaze toward her mentor. The older woman calmed her with a look, and continued.
"Close your eyes again, child. Picture your newly found happiness as a living thing that you can touch and interact with. Preferably something that symbolizes joy or peace."
Nodding in understanding, the silent mutant set off to work. Though her eyes were closed, she knew that neon pink strands of her joyous thoughts were flowing freely from her being. Clenching her hands tightly with Agatha's, she imagined all of those thoughts coming together and spinning around to form a tight ball off to the side of the females.
Once she was sure that that action had indeed taken place, Calypso moved on. Several tense minutes of harsh concentration and focus later, the pink ball collapsed in on itself, before exploding outward in a puff of pink glitter that showered the two from head to toe.
Agatha chuckled in spite of herself, and released one of her student's hands to dust herself off. Glancing to where the ball had once been, she felt a sense of pride welling inside of her. Flitting around in front of her was a magnificent little being, no taller than a foot.
She had never believed in fairies, though with all of the mutants that had come to occupy the earth, she wasn't sure why she never did. Yet one was here before her, and she couldn't deny its existence.
Her papery wings made a soft humming noise as she hovered, and the intricate designs that decorated them could be seen if she peered close enough. Her flawless skin was a pale pink, and her hair and dress were more vibrant. The dress that she wore was beautiful, and looked much like the dress that the fairy from a certain children's book donned, and her hair was up in a similar manner.
The fairy gave a small wave, and flew over to rest on Calypso's shoulder. The girl in question had been staring slightly wide eyed at her creation, though the look was gone as soon as Agatha turned her attention back to her.
Agatha was grinning, and nodded her head in approval. "See Calypso?" she asked softly. "This is a side of your personality; your happy side, your good side. All that is right is embodied by this little fairy," she gestured to the creature, whose wings fluttered happily in response. The smile left her face, and was replaced by a serious face.
"Send the memory back, and pick out one that made you the most angry."
A flurry of unusual emotions filled her icy blue eyes as her mouth dropped open a fraction of an inch, mirroring the shock, worry, an disbelief portrayed in her eyes.
The fairy sensed the girls troubled emotions and jumped from her resting place and hovered around the two larger humans.
Agatha held up a hand and cut Calypso off.
"Charles already told me what happened the last time that you were angry. I know what might happen, but I believe that you now have the self control to make sure that that doesn't happen. Trust in me when I say that nothing will go wrong. I have a plan for if it does."
The two stared each other down until Calypso sighed silently and glanced down in defeat. The orbs in the distant sky began circling again, though this time more slowly, and the memory that the had brought the girl happiness was cast back. The fairy, however, stayed hovering by her mistress's side, prepared for anything.
No. I don't know why the text is centered. All I know ya that I'm fed up with it and give up trying to fix it.
black angel's wing - alright, before y'all get on my case about the awkward ending point, stop. I know I cut it of at a weird part, but I really just wanted to get this up for you. I realize I've been slacking as an author, but shook is nipping at my butt, and my muse is currently MIA. Actually, it jumped to a totally off topic, random story idea that I'm trying to ignore so I can continue with this one. Anyway. I really am sorry that I haven't updated in forever, so yeah, don't shoot. Au revoir!