A/N: So the reason I was asking about fan casting was because I found out the other day that there is going to be a live action movie, with a rumoured release date of 2015. I think it's going to be English (despite a rumour that it's going to be set in rainbow magic land – God, that sounds like something from My Little Pony! – and in Italy) because I found a quote from the interview with the creator that suggested his ideal casts for Bloom, Stella and Flora. I can only remember Stella's because of some of the comments on the message board. His ideal cast was Jennifer Lawerence and people were on about probably there being a lack of a budget due to Avatar: The Last Airbender (nobody ever let Shamalyan direct any adaption's EVER AGAIN!) and her being an Oscar winner but there could be a high chance of her actually taking it because I was watching the behind the scenes of The Hunger Games (I'm a major film nerd) and she said that she didn't want to take the role of Katniss because it was too much of a big production and she was 'totally fine doing indie's for the rest of my life'. His cast for Flora, I can't remember; I just remember thinking 'WTF?!'.
I do actually have some ideas for how I would like the film to go, but then again I want to be a film director (not even a famous one, just want to write and direct films and make ends meet). So should I post that on here, as a 'separate story' or on my profile because I want to know what you guys think of my idea… :/
My ideal cast would be: Bloom: Emma Stone, Stella: it was originally Kiera Knightley but I like Jennifer Lawerence better (and because I could make a point about Hollywood's pressure on people to look like sticks – being negative about it), Flora: Zoey Deutch, Victoria Justice or Chloe Bennet (who plays Skye in Marvel's Agents of SHIELD), Techna: Selena Gomez (because I think she's a good actress and I grew up with a British sounding Techna – see Monte Carlo for the accent. Plus a wig. Hollywood wigs looks real! Emily Browning's wig in Sucker Punch looked real but that cost $4,500), Musa: Malese Jow and Layla: Katarina Graham or Keke Palmer (I lean more towards Katarina Graham, personally).
For the nightmare imagery, watch the season 3, episode 8 "Dark Sky" (in the 4kids dub, I'm not sure what the Rai title is). I apologise for the fact that this has took me ages to write (although I have seen a fanfiction where the author published a half chapter a year after the first one was uploaded and it's been over a year now and the second half isn't up yet... Reading Alex Rider if you've ever seen that one), I've been distracted by digital painting :/ Fail. I'm also supposed to be editing, writing a load of my other stuff...Which I haven't; crap. I got a week off from college and have actually done bugger all.
Thanks for the shout-out Midnight, I'm glad you like it! I'm thinking of taking up your challenge but I'm trying to come up with a plot. I'm going to challenge you guys to try to come up with a theory on why the Winx have to transform (am I the only one who thinks they change the transformation with each season because they end up hating the new one?). I don't think any cartoon has ever had a reason for the transformations.
The psychology stuff about MDP in the chapter is true as far as I'm aware, because I'm working from memory on a case study about multiple personality disorder that I had to learn when I did A-Level psychology. There are two scenes in this chapter that are influenced by the Heroes character of Niki Saunders in season 1, if you've seen that season then you should be able to recognise the scenes. There's also a line from James Cameron's Dark Angel that I don't own.
Okay, I'm shutting up now and yes, I do have a tendency to ramble on in author's notes in case you can't tell.
'Don't close your eyes,
God knows what lies behind them.
Don't turn out the light.'
Whisper by Evanescence
'I'm dangerous, so warning you.
But you're not afraid of me, And I can't convince you.
You don't know me, You think you got me.
But you don't get me, You think you want me.
But you don't know what you're getting into.'
You Don't Know Me by Elizabeth Gillies
'Can you stop the fire?
Can you stand to fight her?
You can't stop the fire,
You won't say the words.'
Missing By Evanescence
Loud voices echoed above her, a tormenting cackle. Black clouds swarmed around her.
"Na-na-naa!" The voices shrieked.
"You're such a little bitch!" Stella's voice echoed.
"You don't trust us?! But we're friends!" Flora's voice whispered in her ears.
"We are friends!" Bloom said, whirling around but she saw nothing but black sky and dark clouds.
"We promised to be together forever!" Stella wailed.
"We're logical to be doubtful of you, considering you've betrayed us twice now." Techna told her, voice emotion-less.
"It wasn't my fault, Techna! You know that!" She insisted, feeling guilt beginning to take hold of. Threatening to choke her and she swallowed.
The clouds cleared and above her she saw her five friends flying in a circle. They were moving rapidly, circling like a buzzard as they pointed and laughed at her.
"You're such a little bitch! Couldn't stand Sky's revelation and you ran! Fucking little bitch ran for the hills!" Musa howled with laughter.
Layla smirked. "Let the Trix take your power, they say. Just because you were too weak to keep it!"
"Or is that because that's what you secretly wanted? I thought we told each other everything!" Flora asked.
"Yeah, we were supposed to be friends forever!" Stella cried, a cackle in her throat.
"But friends don't try to kill each other!" Musa yelled, tears dripping down her face.
"I didn't mean it! You know that! I had no control!" Bloom screamed.
"Or did you actually have control? Some part of you?" Layla asked.
"Stop it guys or she'll go home crying to her fucking mother, like the little bitch she is!" Flora told the others.
Bloom bolted upright, her heart pounding violently as Kiko jumped down off her in fright. Flora caught him, hovering over her.
"Are you okay? You've been screaming for ten minutes, yelling all sorts about how something wasn't your fault. Do you want to talk about it?"
Bloom paused. Flora was one of the sweetest people ever, she was one of the few people she could actually trust.
"It was just about what happened last month, you guys blaming me." She confessed. Flora wrapped her arms around her, squeezing her tightly.
"I'm so sorry that ever had to go through that. We should have figured it out faster, I'm sorry." She pulled away, tears burning in her green eyes.
"That's okay. You can't blame yourself." Bloom held the nature fairy's hands. Flora manovered her hands out of Bloom's to wipe away her tears.
"Stages of guilt." She chuckled sadly.
"I'm sorry." Bloom whispered in reply.
"It's not your fault. You didn't know, we didn't know."
"You going to class?" Bloom chose her words carefully, if her friends felt as they couldn't trust her then she had to be careful with her words.
They're right not to trust us. Look at we're capable of. How easy it would be snap this bitch's neck!
Stop it.
If Lord Darkar had succeeded, would we have killed her? Would you have allowed that?
I'm wouldn't have allowed anything.
The dark voice cackled loudly, the sharpness of it rang painfully in her ears. Layla, you know that you want her dead. Disapro, her too. Flora and Stella, you couldn't. Me, I'm not sure.
Shut up! Just shut up!
"Yeah, I'm sure Wizgiz will understand if we're late though."
Bloom couldn't concentrate on a word anyone was saying. She was too busy trying to ignore the voice whispering in her head. The other personality's violent yelling made her head throb so bad that she could feel a migraine coming on. Fuck.
She put her fingers to her temple and rubbed, squeezing her eyes shut for a second. When she opened them, white stars exploded in her vision. For fuck's sake. A hand was placed on her desk.
"Are you okay?"
It wasn't Wizgiz, it wasn't anyone in class. Go away! She was careful to not look directly at him, she didn't need anyone knowing about it.
You're not real, you're not real. This is all in my head. You're not real, I'm just hallucinating. That's all it is. I'm just hallucinating. Hallucinating is one of the symptoms of MPD. So are my nightmares... You're not real. You're not real.
Her ears began to pound violently and she grabbed a handful of her red hair, fighting the urge to rip it out of her head.
"Bloom, you okay?" Flora's voice floated through the fog of ghostly whispers overpowering her ears.
Let me out! LET ME OUT!
"How do you know that I'm not real? You only know that I'm dead because that's what they told you. People tell you a lot of things."
You're not real, you're not real…
She shook her head and forced her mouth open, praying that she wouldn't vomit everywhere. "Can I be excused? Just for this lesson?"
"Of course." Wizgiz answered, concern lacing his voice.
"Thanks." She said, running from the classroom as fast as she possibly could. She ran straight to the quad, the walls a pale coloured blur, and almost collided with a pillar. Her nails gripped at the pink column as she tried to steady herself, tried to stop her legs from shaking and possibly collapsing beneath her. Her breathing shook as hot tears poured down her face. Abruptly dropping to the ground like a brick, her books skidded everywhere.
"For fuck's sake! Why?!" She scolded herself.
"Have you stopped to think that maybe it isn't your fault?! Darkar's smirking voice licked at her ears as he gathered up her textbooks and placed them next to her. Bloom ignored him, keeping up an internal chant of 'you're not real' inside her head.
"Because psychologically speaking, for MPD to occur something either extremely traumatic or traumatic things must happen repeatedly from an early age. Wonder what happened to you."
You're not real, you're not real.
"I'm going crazy." She whispered to herself, then she found her head being violently twisted to the side, words forced out of her mouth. Words that weren't hers.
"We already were."
"Stop it. Don't... Please, just leave me alone."
Head snapped upwards. "We're the same person, remember. I can't leave."
Tears began to burn her eyes again. "We're not the same person! We're not!"
A tiny voice met her ears. "Bloom?" Lockette. The pixie approached her, her pale blue wings fluttering as she hovered.
"We should tell her."
"Stop it!" She shook her head, pulling her knees to her chest. She turned to Lockette. "Don't pay attention to her."
"Pay attention to who?" Lockette's high pitched voice wavered, sounding like she was going to cry.
"God, you are such a fucking moron! Are you going to start crying?!"
"I said stop it!" Bloom cried, digging her nails into her wrist.
"What's going on?"
Her head twisted to the side. "What the fuck does it look like, you little goodie-goodie?"
"Bloom..."
"No. I'm sorry, it wasn't me. Please don't tell anyone about this! Please! I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Bloom pleaded as Lockette began to cry, flying away so fast she became a blue blur.
"You trust her? She's going to tell someone! What they going to do? Get us another fucking shrink? Cast a spell on us? Please, they're all so fucking stupid that the word special comes to mind."
"Shut up! Stop it!"
"Why should I? Nobody's going to understand. They'll shun us, we'll be 'Psycho' again."
A finger softly stroked her cheek, tucking her bangs behind her ear. Darkar stared at her, his eyes concerned.
"I never knew you had this problem. I've been watching you all year and I never saw it. You were good at hiding, my dear, even from yourself." He told her. She ignored him.
"I've gotta get out of here." She whispered to herself. She didn't go back to her dorm to pack, she didn't pick up her books. She just ran for the blue wing gates that gracefully opened as she headed towards them. She checked her phone, the bus to Magix was due in five minutes.
A brilliant light flashed very briefly on Fells Road. Being dusk on Earth, it could easily have been mistaken as a last ray of sunlight in the eyes of the oblivious.
Bloom knocked on the front door. A middle-aged, tired looking blonde man answered. In the same instant, he wrapped his arms around his daughter and hugged her tight. He saw the pain and tears in his only daughter's eyes.
"What's wrong, honey?" He asked, rubbing her back as he ushered her into the living room. She started to cry.
"It's back. Daddy-" Her voice broke. "It's back."
Vanessa Peters sighed as she closed the living door behind her. Her feet throbbed after her long day at work, near the end of the school year was always the worst and generally the most busiest because of all of the school proms. All the spoiled teenage girls who wanted corsages that matched their dresses but wanted to be surprised by their dates who couldn't care less. Thank God, Bloom was never like that. She and Mike weren't like that when they attended their prom, then again Vanessa wasn't particularly fond of the sexist, overly-exaggerated and pathetic night – never had been.
She kicked off her high heels and made a mental note to wear comfortable flat shoes tomorrow. And no more late hours for the next two months. She headed into the kitchen to see an exhausted-looking Mike, washing the pots. He motioned to the oven when he saw her enter.
"Your dinner's in there."
She nodded but frowned. "Are you okay?"
"Me? Yeah, I'm fine... But Bloom isn't."
"What? Did you speak to her? What's wrong?" Her mind created all kinds of bizarre scenarios.
"She's in her room, fast asleep. She's worn out. She could barely stand up by the time she finished explaining. The first thing she said scared the hell out of me. 'It's back. Daddy, it's back'." He answered.
"What? I thought it went away! How – What - " The memories of Bloom's younger years took over, it scared the living daylights out of her.
"You may need to sit down for this bit." He told her. Vanessa sat down at the table, Mike placed his dish cloth on the side and sat down opposite her.
"She said that it's happened again because something happened last month. Apparently the guy that they were trying to stop, kidnapped her. She said he put a spell on her to turn her evil."
"Those actually exist?!"
Faragonda and Saladin hovered over her, shining daggers in their hands as they neared her. Hot flames burned around them, the dark night glittered with stars above her.
"We can't trust you." Saladin told her.
"We never could." Faragonda said, her voice filled with disgust. "This has nothing to do with Darkar."
"Of course, you didn't seem to fight him all that much. Maybe that's what you wanted." Saladin agreed.
Heart pounding violently, her eyes snapped open. Bright daylight greeted Bloom that morning. Waking up in her old room, worlds away from the problems of Magix and that universe felt like there was a lot less pressure on her so was the strange quiet in her head. She shoved her covers back, got dressed and headed down to get breakfast.
"Morning, mom." She greeted her dark-haired adoptive mother who smiled warmly at her.
"Morning." Vanessa replied, moving the finished pancake onto a plate. She poured some more batter into the pan and pushed the plate towards Bloom. "Eat." She commanded. Bloom smiled as she did. It felt nice to be part of a family again. When she had finished eating, she placed her fork down and looked at her mother. "Mom, I want to go see Dr. Saunders again. Do you still have the number?"
"Of course. I'll go give her a ring." She replied, grabbing the phone from the hook. "Thanks."
Her mother paused. "Your dad told about that guy and what he did to you."
"It scared me." She admitted for the first time. "It scared the hell out of me. It was like falling asleep, or being put to sleep in a hospital... And when I woke up, my friends were almost dead in a place I didn't recognize. Sky was almost dead. And I had done it." She began to cry again, curling herself into a ball on the chair. Her pale hands gripping her red roots as she felt her suppressed sadness and guilt over-whelm her. "Their blood is on my hands!"She sobbed. "My friends' blood... I almost killed my friends! And I'm scared that I'm going to do it again."
Her mother hugged her tightly. "Shh, it's going to be okay, I promise. I'll go ring Dr. Saunders now." She said, heading into the living room.
"Morning sunshine!" Mike called, coming down the stairs.
"Dressed for the day, huh?" She asked as she wiped away her tears, seeing the entire fire fighters uniform. He winked and kissed her head. He had to have heard her.
"Yup, unlike you in your SpongeBob PJs. We've been getting a surprising amount of forest fires this month."
"Really? Is it because of the drought?"
"Do you keep up with our weather and news?" He asked, chuckling lightly. "You did know all about that missing cow a few weeks ago."
Vanessa came back into the kitchen, she kissed Mike on the cheek and placed the phone on the counter.
"She said that you can go whenever you want and she'll see you as soon as she can."
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick went the metronome. Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick... She kept her eyes on small piece of mirror at the top of the dial, following it with her eyes as she tried to ignore Dr. Saunders piercing gaze from opposite her. She was tall woman, with impossibly straight black hair all pinned up on top of her head. Her deep-set brown eyes studied her. She possessed a surprising similarity to Layla, apart from a few notable differences in age, posture and behaviour. They both shared the same lip and nose shape, neither of them really joked around.
"It sounds like I've got a bomb in head and it's about to go off." Bloom growled out.
"I know it's hard but you have to focus on the mirror. You have to try to relax yourself and your mind." Dr. Saunders repeated again.
"I can't relax! How can I? You're trying to bring her out, you're actively trying to bring her out!" She snapped. "She's dangerous and insane! I've told you that, I've told you over and over! She could hurt you, she could do a lot more than that!"
"Really?" Dr. Saunders asked, raising a dark perfectly-shaped-and-plucked eyebrow. "Show me. I want you to show me."
Bloom tried to raise her hands, she didn't get very far. Her hands were hand-cuffed to the table with reinforced steel. She gave the doctor a look. "You put these on for a reason."
"Yes, I did. That's because you asked me to. Those could an elephant in that chair. I may be a psychiatrist but don't think I can't use that Taser."
"I thought we agreed that the goal was to get rid of her." Bloom insisted, moving her head to flick her bangs out of her face.
"No, the goal is to bring your two halves to a healthy middle, to have a unified and whole you instead of the two aspects at war that you are now." Dr. Saunders said. Bloom looked down her lap, shaking her head.
"I don't want to be a part of her. I don't want her to be a part of me." She insisted, her bangs falling in front of her eyes again.
"Then you'll be like this for the rest of your life. You'll be in pain, you'll be suffering and you'll have black-outs again because she will get out again."
Bloom sighed and leaned back in her chair, blowing her bangs out of her face. Should have known... Which was better? Living like this for the rest of her life or having no voices in her head, none of the pain, none of the black-outs... There was no competition she supposed.
"Alright, fine. How do we do this?"
"It's like we talked about. Focus on your reflection and breathe."
She stared at the reflection on the metronome. Her eyes had dark bags underneath them, her hair was a mess and was as wild as usual, her skin even more pale causing her freckles to stand out just a bit more.
"It's fine to let your mind wander."
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick... Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick...
"My friend, Musa, has one of these. She does her homework to it."
"She plays the piano?"
"Piano, concert flute, guitar, violin, bass, drums, clarinet... I think she plays every instrument known to man."
"What about you? Do you play?"
She snorted. "Hardly. My mom tried to get me to learn piano when I was younger but I could never quite get it." A wistful smile appeared on her face for a moment before it disappeared incredibly abruptly.
"No, but the teacher never gave us the fucking time of day, really."
Dr. Saunders leaned forward, her interlaced fingers now resting on the table. "So... What do I call you?"
"You don't call me anything, I don't want anything from you apart from hearing you scream." The girl smiled sinisterly as smoke rose from the handcuffs. Brilliant orange flames licked at her wrists, burning away the handcuffs.
Dr. Saunders went to grab the Taser. The girl placed her hand on top of the doctors. She let slip a dark, girlish giggle.
"You sound have listened to the little bitch!"
Tick... Tick... Tick... Tick... Nothing...
Bloom slowly opened her eyes, scared of what she would see. The last thing she remembered was talking about her shitty piano lessons. She let lose a tiny whimper and slowly sat up. Where was she? Dr. Saunders office... Laid down on the floor, against the wall that were glowing with a familiar looking sound-proofing spell (she'd seen in whenever Musa was practicing in her room). She pulled herself up.
"...Dr. Saunders?" She asked. No answer. "D-Dr. Saunders?" She asked a little louder. Still nothing. The table and chair was on the floor, their legs pointed towards the door behind her. Bloom peered over and shoved her knuckles into her mouth, biting down hard to stop herself from screaming. The skin of her legs had been partially peeled off, the muscles inside burnt. Her arms were twisted at unnatural angles, her finger broken and almost twisted off. The fingernails burnt off, the arms broken at the elbows. Chunks of hair burnt, teeth ripped out, a single eye taken – thrown over the corner, judging by the blood. Patches of skin on her stomach ripped off and the insides burned black.
"No." She whispered. "No, No!" She began to cry again. "I tried to tell you. I tried to tell you!"
She ran.
She ran and ran, she knew the path home well even after all this time. The soft breeze made her eyes tear up. She swallowed heavily, and just ran ignoring everything especially Mitzi's cry of "Hey, look Psycho's back from reform school! Looks like she got kicked out again!"
She burst through the door, falling onto the carpet.
"Bloom!" Stella's voice met her ears. She looked up to see the concerned faces of the rest of the Winx Club. Shit.
"You followed me." She said, her voice hollow. Stella put her hands on her hips.
"Well, yes duh! What did you expect?"
"I just wanted to be left alone."
"Why? What's wrong?"Flora asked.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?! A better question would be what's right." She answered as her despair choked her, anger pounded through her veins. How could they not understand? Could they not see how much last month had affected her? Could they not see how sad she was? Or did they just not care?
She sobbed, her hands curling into fists. "I couldn't handle it! Everyone spread rumors and they made their little side comments when you couldn't hear! They called me everything from 'bitch' to 'traitor' to 'whore'. I refuse to sit back and take that from bunch pathetic girls who are nothing but prejudiced cowards! It feels like don't trust me, you've all kept your distance and don't really speak to me. Everyone whispered and stared, even the fucking teachers!"
Silence.
"I'm so tired and stressed. I'm going to bed. Night." She said to her parents and running up the stairs. A soft 'night' followed her up.
The bedroom in her dream was lit by burning flames. A red-headed woman clutched a small baby (not even a year old) to her chest and turned away from the closed door. She placed the baby into the crib into front of her and bent down.
"You be safe, okay? Remember I love you. Mama loves you and daddy loves you. I want you to remember that, sweetheart." The woman whispered, her fingers stroking the baby's tear stained cheek through the wooden bars.
The door was blasted off of its hinges. Faragonda stood in the threshold, at least a seventeen years younger version of her, her hands glowing with power.
"Please don't." The woman whispered. "Please, just leave her alone. She hasn't done anything!"
"I'm afraid it's not that simple. We can't take that chance. She might do something, she become that we don't want her to and we can't have that. Not with her power."
Saladin and Griffin walked calmly through the threshold.
"The husband's been taken care of." Saladin told the former witch.
"Good." She said. The woman lunged at Faragonda but Saladin and Griffin surged forward, catching and restraining her. Faragonda walked around them and took the baby out of the crib, who began to cry and wail.
"No!" The woman screamed as she began to sob. "Don't take my baby! Don't take my baby! Please, she hasn't done anything! Please! Please!"
The baby girl was kept in the same room was the mother, as the women's powers were violently ripped from her and she was excruciatingly gutted. Her bloodied face and empty eyes staring out at the child, her torso lacerated open. The baby could only stare and mumble baby noises, presumably the equivalent of 'mama?' by the child's expression.
Bloom's eyes snapped open, her cheeks wet with tears. She groaned and sat up. How did she get over to her desk? Had she sleep-walked? That would also explain the pencil in her hand. Wait, pencil? The side of her hand was grey. She grabbed the piece of paper on the desk. She had drawn the women from her dream. Who was she? Why was she dreaming of her? Why had Faragonda killed her? They had to have been a good reason, right? Right?
As she stared at the piece of paper, it began to glow purple. Sharp, jagged words appeared by themselves, written by an unknown hand. You want to know who this is? Meet me at the park at 11:30, the third picnic table. It could be a trap, it could be Darkar… It could be the Trix! There was only one way to find out.
Bloom checked the time on her phone again. It was now 11:30. There was no sign of anyone apart from a few dogs that was chasing a stick thrown by a seven year old boy.
"Excuse me?" An unfamiliar, definitely male, voice said from behind. "You're Bloom Peters, correct?"
She turned around. There was something familiar about him, the mysterious and brooding aura that he had, that she couldn't place. He looked about early to mid 20s. Pale with a broad forehead, angular jawline, deep-set green eyes and a straight nose. His hair was dark brown and straight but gelled into spikes. Lean, 5'11 and wearing a pair of jeans and a Resident Evil 'Umbrella Corporation' t-shirt.
I like him.
"Yeah." She answered, thrown off-balance by the casual and normal-ness of him. "Who are you?"
"My name is Gabriel Reaves, I'm a clairvoyant." He answered.
"Look, if you're after money then-"
He interrupted sharply. "No, I'm not. I promise. You drew a picture in your sleep and you wanted to know who it was."
"You saw me draw it?"
"Correct." He smiled. "Her name was Rosario Candlearia, she was a duchess and a friend. She was one of those people that you couldn't help but like. She was down to earth, friendly but she had a massive temper that I used to find myself on the other end of quite a few times when I was growing up."
"How old are you?" Bloom asked, biting her lip and wondering if this Rosario was so good and nice, why did Faragonda kill her?
"Hasn't anyone ever told you that it's rude to ask? I'm 31, I know I look young."
"Hell, yeah." It slipped out but Gabriel smiled at her.
"Did you see her baby?" He asked. She nodded.
"What happened to her? It sounded like they killed her."
"They didn't. Everyone who actually knows the story thinks that they did, they didn't. They killed Rosario and her husband because of the power that the child was born with. They were going to kill the baby but it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. They took her instead, placed her with a light family to be raised. I don't know what happened after that. I should have been able to help them!" He growled. "But I saw it through remote viewing. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak. I could do nothing but sit watch as my best friend and her husband were slaughtered like animals!"
"Light? You mean they were dark? That's why they were killed?"
Gabriel shook his head and smiled wistfully. "No. They may have lived in Shadowhaunt but they were neutral. Shadowhaunt was different before Darkar took over. It taught light and dark ways, allowed people to actually choose their path. Unlike this 'light' side, it gives you the illusion of choice where you conform to what they want or you're shunned and are automatically dark; an enemy." He sighed. "The place that you've seen, it's all been these card-board cut out bad-guys and good guys. Over and over… Royal leaders and propaganda. It's just the same story, played out over and over. The same concept played out by brain-washed people with scripted personalities made by conformation… They make everyone so clichéd and obvious, what you see is what you get. Bad looks bad, wears dark colours, lives in dark places. Light is good, light is light colored." He paused. "Sorry, that was a bit of a rant."
I really like him.
For God's sake, shut up!
Why? You don't.
Haven't you done enough?!
"It's fine. It's nice to hear someone with a similar point of view." She told him, finally glad to say her real opinion.
"But yeah, Shadowhaunt used to allow you to actually choose your side, allowed everyone to marry. Age, race, sex, status and job never mattered. It was a beacon of freedom. The light don't have that, the light don't teach you that because they want you to be prejudiced against Shadowhaunt. Half of writing history is hiding the truth. But Darkar made it what it is today. Even as a child, he had his own agenda. He visited the darkest places in the universe and enjoyed them. He turned Shadowhaunt into one of those places, it's completely different now."
Bloom paused. "You sound like know him, like personally… What was Darkar's name before he became Darkar?"
Gabriel smiled ruefully. "Darkar is actually our last name. I had to change it to be able to live in Magix, of course. But his first name is actually Christian. Completely ironic as it turned out."
"Wait, you two are related?" She had no idea Darkar ever had a family and wasn't just spawned from darkness and evil, if she was being honest.
"Yeah. Brothers. He's older by two years. Christian and Gabriel, the two heirs to the throne of Shadowhaunt – one light, one dark. It's surprisingly biblical. I never wanted the throne, I was actually interested in ruling or political games or anything."
Now she knew why he seemed familiar. She bit her bottom lip. "I have this problem. A psychologist diagnosed it was multiple personality disorder-"
"No, there's no actual other personality really. It's both you, two sides at war and it's manifesting itself as a form of MPD. Of course earth therapy can't help."
"It's been that way forever. For as long as I can remember." She admitted timdly.
"Maybe something happened to you as a kid, something horrific and traumatic that caused your brain to develop this other side to 'absorb' those memories to protect you. It's caused you to be constantly at war with yourself because of that and because you don't truly know who you are."
She hung her head. "I know who I am. Bloom Peters, adoptive daughter of Vanessa and Mike Peters. Biological daughter of Oritel and Miriam, Princess of Sparx Domino."
Gabriel studied her for a moment. "Do you believe that? Does your subconscious believe that or are you just believing what everyone tells you?"
"No." She insisted. "I remember Sparx, I've had dreams about it. I have the Dragon Fire inside me! The royal family of Sparx are the keepers of the fire."
He sighed. "I can only suggest that you look back even further."
'Secrets are made to be found out with time.'
Charles Sanford
'Half of writing history is hiding the truth.'
Captain Malcolm Reynolds (Nathan Fillion)
Edit: 04/11/13 - Figured out the line breaks! Sorry for how it was before. I always leave two lines in the word document but they always seem to disappear when I upload it!