Chapter 7: The Love Spell
"I can't believe I ever I'm further from get the Royal Ruby!"
Bashful couldn't help but burst into anger once he was inside to his room that he shared with his friends. His eyes turned green again, and his hair theatened catches fire again.
"Stupid princess! Stupid Jollywood! Stupid Ruby! Stupid everyone!"
Bashful, with his magic, threw a green beam at one of the many furniture in the room, shattering it instantly. He grabbed one of the various trimmings that were out there and threw aggressively crashing against the wall, making it broke into pieces. The blond kept shouting with his hair caught on fire, and his anger retaliated with whatever he find.
However, after a few seconds, Bashful managed to vent his anger at last, and soon the other feeling that came over him was released... insecurity.
The scowling young blonde was soon transformed into a sad expression, and his eyes and hair returned to normal. Bashful sat on his bed, grabbed his legs to his chest and rested his head between his knees, closing his eyes.
The image of the faces of the villagers looking only to him, invaded his mind. He could see anger and ridicule in the eyes of all the people who watched him intently, as if they were to kill him. Now he just heard mocking laughter in his head, laughing at him and his inability to be a good villain. He could hear the voice of Doc, reminding him that he is useless and has always been a disgrace to the family.
He'll never be like Doc, not even half as good. He embarrassed her sweet (but at the sane time, nefarious) mother, rest in peace. He didn't deserve to be part of The 7D, if he can't even face alone an innocent crowd.
Tears rolled down the cheeks of the young blonde while those horrible thoughts were invading inside, destroying his low self-esteem.
Suddenly, he felt the sound of a door suddenly opened. The blond with green tips quickly looked up from his knees, to see his three friends entering very anxious. Immediately he cleaned as he could his cheeks, which wouldn't be evidence that he was crying... Which wasn't very good, thanks to his eyes bloodshot, his red nose and his heavy breathing.
"Bashful? Are you crying?", asked Sleepy shocked 'cause he had never seen before Bashful cry, 'cause he's very cold and heartless, or at least, he seemed.
"N-No!", tried to hide the blond, which didn't work because of his shortness breathing.
"C'mon Bashful! You're not a good liar and you know it", growled Grumpy, still worried about his friend, "What happened to you? What happened there in the village?"
"N-Nothing, right? L-Leave me alone", said the young villain annoying, trying to calm as could his breath.
Bashful, despite his name, was always as a rather shy boy, but very determined, evil, cruel, insensitive, almost equal to his spiteful brother. But inside, he lived up to his name. He lived full of insecurities that plagued him all day, full of fear and anguish, despairing of his own abilities. However, he never confessed anything to anyone. He couldn't let anyone know about his fears, he couldn't be seen as someone weak and easy to destroy. And this time, it wouldn't be the case.
"I just... hit my foot while I was breaking everything around here... It hurt a lot, that's all"
"Are you sure, Bash?", asked Sneezy.
"Oh, please! Of course I'm sure, Sneezy! For God's sake, stop wasting time on stupid things and start to think a way to get that damn Ruby!", shouted enraged Bashful, leaving behind his weak side.
A silence filled the room. The other three villains looked at each other, wondering if what their blonde friend said was true. However, when they saw the young dwarf about to have another fit of anger, they chose not to continue to insist on the subject... Bashful had enough tensions for the day.
Sleepy looked closely at his two other friends and then to the blond. The dwarf with black and white hair stepped forward and said:
"The Royal Ruby will be used at the coronation of the Princess"
"What!?", exclaimed Bashful, thinking he hallucinated or perhaps misheard.
"The ruby will be used at the coronation to give all the power of Jollywood to the princess", Sleepy continued, "One guy of the village told me, 'cause he's very excited about the coronation... Apparently he loves rubies"
"Oh, my God! It's perfect!", exclaimed Bashful, finally smiling after a long time.
Just then, someone knocked the door of the room of villains. The young blonde rose from his bed and walked quietly to see who it was. He turned to his friends before opening the door, to make sure there was nothing suspicious. Although the small damages in the room, everything seemed normal and so the other three dwarves gave him a positive signal to open the door.
"Delightful?"
"Bashful! Are you better now?", asked the princess once saw the young blonde.
"Eh, yes thanks", Bashful answered, annoyed by the question.
"I'm glad... Well, I come to apologize again for what happened", the princess said softly, not wanting to disturb the villain.
The blonde would have answered the girl in front of him something unpleasant and rude, however, he reminded the small detail that her coronation was the key to get the Royal Ruby.
"No, Delightful...", Bashful said softly imitating the princess's voice, smiling slightly, "I exaggerated, I was a fool and I admit, can you ever forgive me?"
"Oh, Bashful...", the princess blushed a little, impressed by that apology so polite, "...You don't need to apologize, it's not your fault"
"Well, anyway I apologize for brutalizing a so beautiful princess", flattered Bashful, smiling mischievously, "Oh! And I add, future queen also... By the way, when is your coronation, my dear?"
"In a week", smiled the princess, blushing at so gentleman who was being Bashful.
"Interesting... And...? What if you invite us? We could sit in the front row, near the Royal Ruby... You know, for we catch the goodness", the villain pretended his intentions.
Then, the princess's smile vanished.
"Oh, I'm sorry, guys", said Delightful sadly, "But in the front row can only sit the king, the royal advisor and me... Oh, right! And my date, if I had... "
"Date?", That word stuck in the mind of blond.
"Yes, I'm so sorry", apologized Delightful again.
"Date?"
"Umm... Yes?"
"Date…"
"Yes, Bashful", the princess nodded somewhat uncomfortable, "But if you want you can attend the coronation anyway..."
"Yes, yes, thank you very much, see ya", interrupted Bashful closing the bedroom door in the face of the princess.
The other three villains looked intrigued to the smiling dwarf leaning against the door of the room.
"I think we'll get a date for Delightful for her coronation...", smiled the young villain ominously, "...I need a love spell"
Meanwhile, at the other side of the door...
"Umm... Okay, see you soon", the princess spoke confused, knowing that the villains were not listening. The questions became increasingly biggest in the head of the blonde girl.
Was she which don't understand nothing or these guys are really very different?
But those thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice calling by her name, running toward her.
"Delightful! I have the subjects!", shouted Lord Starchbottom, with hundreds of papers in his hands, running wildly toward the princess. Once he was in front of her, his breathing calmed a bit before returning to repeat: "I have the subjects..."
"Wonderful!", beamed the fair-haired maiden.
"However, I can't choose three of them 'cause I don't know for what you need them", said Starchbottom, showing Princess the hundreds of papers in his hands, with profiles of many villagers Jollywood, "They're willing to serve in whatever, Delightful"
"Amazing!", exclaimed the princess fascinated seeing the pile of papers with profiles of the subjects who were willing to help her, "Now just have to choose three most suitable"
"But why do you need them?", asked finally the redhead royal advisor.
"To be the mentors of the boys!"
"O-Of the villains? T-The four of The 7D? T-Those who are behind this door?", asked the counselor nervously as he pointed to the door next to him, betting that none of the subjects that he found had offered to help knowing it would be the mentor of those evil dwarves.
"Obviously, Starchy!", smiled the princess, looking among the hundreds of papers to whoever indicated.
"B-But, why looking for three? They're four, shouldn't you find four subjects?", asked Starchbottom, watching as the princess was looking through piles of papers.
"Of course not, my dear friend!", smiled the fair maiden as if it were obvious what she was saying, "I don't make the same mistake... Bashful will don't have mentorship with someone he didn't trust, of course not... It has to be someone he already knows"
"W-Who?", asked very nervous the royal advisor, praying inside that the princess didn't choose him as the mentor of the young villain. Just watch his sinister gaze made him tremble...
"Well I! I'll be his mentor"
Inside, Starchbottom was a bomb of joy and relief at not being chosen as the ruthless blonde dwarf mentor, but outside, there was something that bothered him about the plan of her best friend.
"Bashful trust on you?"
"Well, not exactly...", confessed princess remembering the exact words of the blonde dwarf when they discussed on the way to the castle, "...But I know I can get him to trust me"
"If you say so... Now, let's find those who might be the best mentors for the other three boys"
The afternoon went much faster than anyone expected. Lord Starchbottom and the princess worked all afternoon to find perfect candidates for the three villains. They had been looking so hard that when they finished, the princess was soon sleep in her royal bedchamber. Starchbottom would have done the same, but unfortunately the coronation of her best friend was coming, and he had to organize the preparations for it.
The villains had not left his room all the afternoon. They stayed planning what they would do exactly to get the Royal Ruby. Once organized the plan, they dedicated themselves to have a good time with friends before it reached the time to put the plan into action...
It was already 10:15pm.
The royal chef had finished his day's work, like all his assistants. Therefore, the royal kitchen was absolutely empty... It was the perfect moment for the dwarfs.
"All right, it's almost ready..."
Three of the four villains were in the kitchen, making a strange mixture in a very big bowl. Bashful was stirring the ultimate pasture land in the mix, when he read the next ingredient of his spell book.
"I need a thick drop of blood... By effort, not by accident", Bashful told to his two friends who were in charge of get the ingredients.
"What do is meant by that?", asked Grumpy, somewhat annoyed by the poor specifications of the book.
"You know, a drop of blood achieved by effort, as when they say that "with blood and sweat" you did something", said Sleepy to his confused friend, "It can't be a drop of blood when you get hurt, it doesn't have the same amount of magic like the blood by effort"
"And where will we get a drop of blood by effort?", growled frustrated Grumpy.
"I don't know, but you better think of something, 'cause this is the best love spell of the book, it better we do it right", Bashful said, looking at his friends.
Suddenly, Sneezy walks into the kitchen. He was all dusty and exhausted, his face completely sweaty and his nose red and swollen. He was carrying a nice bouquet of flowers in his hands, or were flowers before, now it was only leafless stalks.
"I brought the flowers", moaned Sneezy with congested nasal voice.
"Sneezy! What happened to the flowers?", exclaimed Bashful annoying to see those stems bleached without any flower, "How are we supposed to do the spell now?"
"Well, excuse me!", spoke angrily the chestnut with blue tips, "But I remember you that I'm allergic to flowers! You have no idea what I had to do to get them and not faint! I sneezed as ever, I mess me completely, and I hurt over with thorns from the stems! But here they are, and with all my effort brought the flowers here, so you'd better thank me for my work and I swear I'll..."
"Wait! You said you buried the thorns of the flowers in an effort to get them?", interrupted Grumpy, alerting Sleepy too.
"Yes", admitted Sneezy showing his bloody hands, "I had no time to bind up my hands, so it bled a quite"
"It's perfect!", at that moment Grumpy brutally grabbed the hands of the young villain, and the squeezed as hard as he could. Ignoring the cries of pain of the chestnut guy with blue tips, Grumpy continued crushing the hands of his friend until a thick drop of blood fell into the bowl where they were making the potion.
"Done!", exclaimed Bashful as he scrambled the final ingredient and a flurry of pink smoke shot out of the bowl forming a heart shaped cloud, "It's ready the potion for the spell!"
"Now only missing the flowers...", Sleepy said, destroying the illusions of the other three villains.
"Agh, the flowers!", exclaimed Bashful frustrated, "How do we do the spell without flowers..."
At that very moment, someone came into the kitchen. The four villains were alerted being betrayed, so immediately, Bashful hid his spell book under a dishtowel.
But when they realized who had entered, their nerves calmed. Was Lord Starchbottom, which looked very exhausted. He was holding a huge bouquet of beautiful flowers.
"Hi, Starchy", greeted Grumpy. When Starchbottom looked away from the flowers to see who greeted him, he felt his heart stopped of fright.
"Y-You?", exclaimed the redhead counselor nervous, "W-What are you doing here?"
"We came for a late night snack", Bashful lied, leaning slightly in the dishtowel to hide the book.
"What's the matter, Starchy? Are you afraid of us?", smiled Sleepy amusing.
"M-Me? Afraid? Of course not!", Starchbottom defended, "I'm just tired"
"And those flowers?", Sneezy couldn't help asking, considering what could be their salvation.
"They're for the coronation of the princess", said the redhead counselor, "I spent all day working out the details to come out perfect, and even there are hundreds of things I have to do"
The four villains maliciously looked at each other, smiling confident. They all had the same idea.
"Oh, poor you, my friend!", exclaimed Sneezy as he approached to Starchbottom, "It shows that you need a break"
"I think you need it too...", said the royal adviser to see the dirty look of the dwarf that usually was the more worried that his aspect of the four villains.
"I think you need to rest, Starchy", said Grumpy while he also approaching to the counselor, "Allow me"
The grouchy dwarf held the huge bouquet of flowers while Sneezy approached a chair behind Lord Starchbottom. Sleepy finally gave him a little push at the redhead to sit in the chair.
"Are you comfortable?", asked Sleepy as a lightblue light appeared in his hands, "If you have trouble sleeping, I can help you"
"Of course not, Sleepy", brought Grumpy, "What he needs is a massage"
Bashful approached to Grumpy to receive him the flowers as he walked behind the chair to massage to Starchbottom.
However, the redhead counselor not left untouched by the villains. He rose from the chair immediately before Grumpy even touch his shoulders.
"Y-You're very kind, guys", spoke Lord Starchbottom nervous, approaching to Bashful to recover the flowers, "B-But I have things to do, like taking the samples of the flowers to the royal florist for the coronation"
"We take them for you", Bashful said, walking away from Starchbottom if he would take over the flowers, "You just go rest, we'll take care of it"
Starchbottom carefully observed the kindly eyes of the villains, and equally, he suspicious of their intentions. However, disobey the dwarfes was really scary, and besides he was exhausted... Maybe it wasn't as bad idea.
"Okay", agreed Starchbottom, "But if the florist doesn't receive the samples now, we'll no flowers for the coronation and the king will be really angry"
"Don't worry, Starchy" Bashful said, already pushing Starchbottom out of the kitchen, "The florist will receive the samples today without fail, now you go rest, you deserve it"
Before Starchbottom could even say goodbye, the villains had already thrown he out of the royal kitchen.
Once he saw that only he and his friends were in the kitchen, Bashful separated the huge bouquet of flowers and rearmed two smaller branches, both of the same size. One of them left over from the counter, and the other one gave it to Sleepy.
"Go and leave the samples to the florist, Sleepy", ordered the blonde, "We take care of the spell"
"Okay", Sleepy said, leaving the kitchen. Bashful approached the counter and grabbed the bowl with the love potion inside.
"Grumpy, the flowers", ordered the young villain to his friend.
The cranky dwarf grabbed the flowers and put them under the potion. At that moment, Bashful turned the bowl and its contents while falling slowly transformed into nothing but dust that fell directly on where Grumpy was holding the flowers. So the potion was impregnated in the flowers, achieving complete the spell.
The three villains smiled mischievously before cleaning everything they were used and back to your room as if nothing had happened.
Well... I know, know... It took me so long to upload the chapter, but I have so many exams and I need to study! However, here's the chapter 7! Do you imagine what gonna happen with this crazy spell?
That in the next chapter... XD