(Bloom POV)
All I can see is black. It's so dark here that I might as well be blind when doing this. At first I was a bit reluctant to start a fire or something to guide my way but know I think it's the only way. I lift my hand out and begin a flickering flame in the palm of my hand. Then forming it into a very bright lantern and stretching it out front of me.
This place is like the evil version of the Grand Canyon. Black rock and a dark atmosphere. Not boiling hot but bone shattering cold. My feet echo in this place, you hear very everything, to a slide of a disturbed rock to the drip of whatever is sliding down the rock faces.
As I keep going down this path the tunnel seems to be getting narrower. And then I see the twisted and sharp rock formations ahead. Like a waves with the pointed blade tips. The round is slimy with black oil. At the altar, under these rocks is a bowl half white and have black. Just what Brenda had told me?
I step to it drawing out a small dagger from my side and lifting my hand out. I slice the blade across my palm at the loud drips into the bowl and I watch as it sizzles and steams. Then the rocks ahead start to move apart more and I continue my path.
"I can't believe it sisters." I hear the raspy voice whisper in the air around me when I reach an opening or a dark rocky area.
"She has finally come" A different voice says, little deeper than the last.
"Princess Bloom, it's been to long" A new, louder voice says. Wickedly sincere.
"Show your-selves" I shout and whip around with every whoosh of air and sound. Then when I look straight ahead again I see the three shadow figures hovering in the air. The woman are ghosts of grey. The one on the right has think knotty back air and deranged features. The one of the left has brown long hair, which looks like a dead animal fur hanging off her head. The one in the middle has pointed features silver grey hair and dark navy eyes.
"Look at her sisters, look how much she looks like her mother" the middle one says. They slowly are floating towards me.
"I know if only she knew what she was getting herself into" The one with the dead hair cackles, going to my right.
"It's probably obvious why I am here, so you better start talking." I hiss, impatient and on edge from there movements. I am not going to lie, I am terrified.
"It's pretty obvious who we are" The one with the deranged face is inches from my own. "Show us some resect!" She yells.
"Now, Now Engorgia. Show our guests some manners, we haven't had one in so long… don't want her running away… at least not yet." She whispers as I am guessing who is Engoriga ,backs away from my face. A shiver runs down my spine.
"We should finish her now; get it over and done with." The one with the dead hair says easing closer to me from my right.
"Lastoryis, Be patient and wary when we know what she process sister, we might be the night but she is the day." The middle one warns, eyeing me as if I am prey and I try to keep y shaking to a minimum.
"Yes Octavian, but in this place, we are the night, but she is nothing but a weak star trying to lighten up the darkness." Lastoryis gestures and now all the witches are circling me.
"I want to know the curse you put on Sparks." I say surprisingly strong, it's either courage but it's more possibly anger.
"Of course you do" Octavian suggested mockingly. I flinch as I feel her cold ghost fingers sweeping the backs of my shoulders.
"We can't help you dear, or to put it in other words Princess, we would never want to help you" Engorigia cackles away as do the rest of them.
"Then what did you do with my parents, where are my people." I yell as the go higher so I crane my neck to see them. They are still slowly circling me.
"Did you hear that sisters, she thinks there is still hope?" Octavian spits. I turn with there words.
"Tell me where they are?" I scream, to impatient now. I can feel my power draining in in this place.
"You know nothing!" Engoria fly's past me sending me hurdling to the round before I scramble up.
"You see nothing!" Lastoryis scream as she flies past me and sends me again crashing to the ground beneath me. I weakly get up now, ignoring the blood dripping down my cheek. Octavian comes right up close to me, her eyes, filled with rage but filled with the darkest void imaginable.
"People say you look exactly like your mother, but looking into these eyes you remind me of your father" She whispers, shudders creeping through me." It reminds me of when I was looking in to his eyes as I watched the light leave them."
Filled with rage I scream and order an attack the fire dragon and it blasts her back. She cries out her figure disappearing slightly before reappearing fully again.
"There is no hope for you planet Bloom, let the last drop of the blood of Sparks be spilled here today…" Octavian sickly smiles and that's when pain radiates through my stomach. I look down and see a jiggered back rock imbedded on the high right of my stomach. I scream out in pain and fall to my knees.
I, with my last strength coming from somewhere, order the fire dragon out of me again. Nimwah(the great dragon) circles around the witches as the cry out and she comes to me. She passes me as I grab on for dear life and I head out of a place I knew I should have never come. Obsidian.
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My vison is starting to fail me as I darg my self through the cave. My hand leaning on the walls as I stumble to my home.
"Mya" I scream weakly. The rock the Ancestral witches used is still planted in my stomach. I am too afraid to try and remove it, especially the way it's jiggered. Everything becomes too much as I nearly get to the living room ad I slide down the wall. My hands are cover in blood, and my legs trenched out as I try and maintain a pitting position.
"Bloom, what is it-"Mya eyes widen when seeing me, though me going in and out of consciousness it's hard. Somehow I make it to the couch Mya looking down at me and then she vanishes.
(Nobody's POV)
"Brandon for the last time please can you just come with me to the tailer." Stella begs as they walk through the palace.
"Look Stella, I love you but I am not going there I have enough clothes to last e for over three life times in this palace." Brandon retorts back, trying to change the direction of their walk, away from the front entrance of the castle.
"This is for our wedding, and besides do any of those clothes come from the one and only Isaac Mizrahi." Stella puts her hands on her hips as she makes Brandon turn left down another corridor; there is no escape from this.
"I have a couple… I think" Brandon smirks and Stella is not amused.
"Hello Mr., you knew what you were getting yourself into when you got engaged to me, fashion is my passion and I would like you to look good on our wedding day." Stella fumes.
"Stella, I understand but I don't care what I wear that day as long as I get to marry you." Brandon stops walking and faces her. Stella softens at his words and becomes a little guilty and bashful.
"Brandon…" She mummers. He eases in closer to her as there are at the open front doors of the palace of Solaria. Letting the breeze through the kingdom on a very hot day.
"Stella…" Brandon sighs reaching up to tuck a strand of hair from her face." If it means that much to you-"
"Yes, Okay so we can make it there soon, if we leave before the intergalactic traffic sets in "Stella beams and pulls a helpless Brandon down the steps to the already waiting ship. But when they look ahead a quickly paced figure is approaching the gates.
"Who is that?" Brandon tenses with worry because of being unsure of this person. The figure appears closer and is an older woman. Colourful robs and beads around neck. She holds a long staff with long grey hair.
"I think…" Stella drifts off as she walks over to the closed gate of the castle. The big metal structure bocking out the public, or there enemies.
"Stella, where are you going" Brandon protests as he tries to stop Stella. But Stella pushes past.
"Open the gates" Stella demands to the guards and they do that as the woman comes closer. The woman stops at the gates holding on to her staff for support as she catches her breathe.
"Princess" The woman huffs out with trouble breathing.
"Are you Mya?" Stella asks resting a hand on her shoulder. Brandon approaches from behind looking at Stella, trying to work out this scenario.
"Yes Princess" She catches her breathes and looks Stella in the eyes. "I need your help".