I woke up alone, I slid out of bed backwards, walking to the window. The night sky displaying a full moon and a blanket of stars. How long would I have to be like this? It was boring, hard to deal with. Every fight brought back memories of my past.

The beatings I endured to the ones I managed to escape. It was hard to tell friendly banter from real anger. It all seemed hateful or that it might lead to becoming aggressive. I know they were letting do what I wanted, aside from leaving the house, but I wish they would plan something.

A fun activity, a walk in the woods; anything. Everyone must be asleep and expected me to sleep through the night. I turned the lights on, my eyes landing on the desk. A vase with a bouquet of green roses, and purple foliage, little white dragon's breath flowers in between.

A walked up to the desk, Eyeing the green devi-cat stuffed animal. Little black wings on the back, and small white horns. Zve was chirping and dancing as I climbed up on the chair for a closer look. Out of sight was a new gem painting. I plucked the card from the flowers and read it.

For the cutest Princess in all the land- with love.

I pulled out the reader. "Zve, did Nari come by and give this to me."

"He did, he did."

With love, I held the card close to my heart. I know how busy he can get, and he made time to pick this out and bring it to me. Another reason I wish I were not small and had more control of my power. The cat bear was cute, I picked it up. Touching the horns, wiggling the wings, brushed the eyelashes.

He did not sign his name, just like the violin. No return to sender aloud, so it was all mine. I held the bear closer, a familiar sent. It smelled just like his cologne. My eyes watered a little, I missed him already.

It needs a name. "Wiff L-ove. How bout L-ovie." I almost had the L down. I hugged the stuffed animal as I walked out of my room and down the hallway. I showed Lovie all the rooms and finished off in the kitchen. I set Lovie on the counter, climbing on the stool and then the counter.

I ate the fruits from the bowl and finished off with some of Opera's cookies. The lights flicked on, and I grabbed Lovie, hiding my face in her tummy. A hand patted my head, and I looked up.

"You're not in trouble, if you were hungry, you could have found me." Opera opened the fridge and pulled things from it.

"Can I help?"

"Your L's are sounding better." He pulled a stool out. "The stove is hot, be careful."

"I know, little, nah dumb." I climbed up as he buttered bread and handed it to me. I placed it on the pan as he cut cheese into slices.

"Here is the cheese." He handed me the slice and I put it down, with another slice of bread on top. He stood behind me, handing me the spatula. "Time to flip." His hand held mine as he helped me flip it over. When it was done, he put it on a plate.

I climbed on the stool, pulling Lovie to my lap. "Cute stuffed Devi-cat, where did that come from?"

"Nari leff it on my desk, her name is Lovie." I took a bite of the grilled cheese sandwich.

"That's a cute name for such a cute animal. Of course, it does not have you beat for cuteness." He rubbed my head.

"Can we go out."

His ears flattened. "It is up to Lord Sullivan and Narnia. They are doing joint decision making on your behalf."

I frowned. "I see." I finished the sandwich, taking Lovie with me as I walked to grandpa's room. I looked up to Opera.

"Let him wake up first, you have a few hours."

I frowned, hugging Lovie tightly. "Fine."

Opera tapped me. "Tag." He stepped back a little, and I narrowed my eyes.

I ran after him, chasing him through the hallways and outside. I tripped, falling to the ground. I fought the tears, I am fine. Opera picked me up, and I hugged him.

"You can cry, it's okay to cry."

I was not giving in, I held it in. I asked to go out at breakfast, but it was turned down. Leaving to my room to do the gem painting. I asked every morning and then evening but the answer was always the same. 'When we know you have your power under control.'

My power was to unpredictable, a few teleports I did were close enough for me to walk home. What a cruel circumstance to be in. I wonder if Thoth would be able to help me fix this, but how would I get away from Opera? I stamped another gem down on me forth gem painting this week.

I closed my eyes, contemplating how I would run away. Leaving to see Thoth in his cave of isolation, there was the forest, the maiden. I feel backwards. I looked up, I teleported again. I was in a forest, nowhere near Thoth. I held Lovie close, putting my gem pen in my pocket, pulling my phone out.

I almost called Opera like he asked me to. I put it away, looking around. I did it before, I can do it again. I closed my eyes, home. I wasn't going away where. I rocked with Lovie, and called Opera, telling him I teleported again and what I could see.

"Stay put, sounds like you are still on school grounds." He hung up.

I wanted Nari to come and whisk me away to anywhere but here. I used to go all over, now I was confined to the house. We used to drink tea and talk often. Now it's few and far between, even with phone calls.

It seemed the only time I could see him was when I had a meltdown. The last one I did one purpose, he looked so irritated. I wanted to tell him I was sorry. Wanted to see him, even if it was just for a moment of time or glimpse of his face.

The wind died down; all sounds quieted. The smell of the air changed to musky cologne and paper. I peered around my new surroundings, Narnia's office. I grabbed my head, now I was in trouble. How do I get out of here. Listening to sounds, there was not many close by.

I poked my head out, to many people walking around. I was stuck again. Breathe, I'm fine. If I wait here, Narnia can take me home. What if he gets mad about me moving around. He and Grandpa decided together to keep me in the house.

Footsteps came close. I ran behind his desk. I cannot get caught; I can teleport home eventually. The door handle giggled, and I ducted down. The door opened, and I covered my mouth, placing a barrier. He took a few steps in, the door closing behind him. Step…step…step.

"Vi, are you in here?" He was getting closer, and he knew.

I peeked around the edge; he picked something off the ground, and I pulled back. As he rounded his desk, I moved to the other side with Lovie. He rolled his chair out and sat down.

"Opera, do you have Vi?" I took an ear plug out.

"She is fine, she is doing a gem painting."

"She made it to my office, but I didn't see her. She dropped one of those gem pens on the floor. I can smell her, so it was recent. Are you sure she is home?"

"She is around."

"That sounds rather wish wash. I told you she would have been better off here, where I could supervise her." Supervise me, right, I was a child. I wasn't his Vi anymore. My eyes watered.

"And lock her up like a prisoner?"

Narnia raised his voice. "It was not intended that way. At least she would have had other kids around her mental age to talk to. She's teleporting around, something the teaching rooms could keep under control."

"She belongs at home with family. She is perfectly fin here."

A loud noise of something hitting the desk made me jump. "She belonged where it was safe! I should have brought you in for negligence, do you realize how important she is? How vulnerable she is now, but you brush this off?"

"Your overreacting." They were fighting over me, it's all my fault.

I crawled behind the couch. "I am not overreacting. She was in school, having a meltdown. If either one of us had shown up any later, something more could have happened. The number of incidents had increased."

Narnia was afraid of me. I really was a monster to them all. The tears streamed down my cheeks. Did he ever love me? Did he stick around because he was afraid of me?

"Nothing bad happened, honestly your worse than Kalego and I'm surprised she ever like your control freak personality."

I put the earplugs in, running to the door, and turned the Knob. "She's here." I got out, running down the hallway.

Someone carrying papers turned the corner. I ducked down, and they tripped over me. I jumped up, running off again.

"Vi, wait. Slow down."

I slid between someone's legs, rolling to a stand. Being small has its ups, but mostly downs. I hit a dead end, I turned. Narnia had his hands up, walking slowly. I backed up until my back was against the door.

"Vi, it's okay."

"Is not!" I yelled.

"Violetta, that's enough. This is not a game. You tore though the office, making a path of chaos when I could have taken you home and come back without anyone knowing. Let's go."

"No toush me." The door gave in behind me and fell back.

I looked up as Henri looked down. "Viola, what are you doing here?" He looked up and around.

"I no mean it. I tink an Poof."

He sighed. "I wondered how long this would take. You can not be here right now, not like this."

"I'll take her home; it will take me a minute most."

"No toush me. You all fight, you yell Opa." I scooted back into Henri's legs, and he picked me up. "Down! Down now."

I kicked my legs, shoving his hangs off. I freed myself, falling, I covered my face bracing for impact. I was jerked up, caught by the back of my dress. Arms flung out and I dropped Lovie. Henri carried me into his office like a sack of potatoes, plopping me down on the couch.

"Violetta, take a moment to think about what you did and what your doing." He sat on the couch opposite me.

"I wah Lovie."

He tilted his head. "Lovie?"

"My cat, Lovie." She dropped on the couch, and I snatched her up. Hugging Lovie, I curled up and buried my face.

"Vi, were trying to help."

"No, you're nah. You yell at Opa, and Opa yell back. I hate it. Go away."

"Narnia, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. I will handle this."

"There not taking care of her, this is multiple…"

"And you being here is not helping either. I've raised a daughter; you raised a brother. Its different, so please leave peacefully." He sighed, the door shut hard, and I flinched.

"I know you tell Narnia everything, but you can talk to me too. Can you tell me what's wrong or how I can help?"

I held Lovie's paws. "I poof… I'm so board, I can go nowhere. Nari is afraid of me. Opa hover. So, mush fight." I was not about to tell him I fount the fighting to be triggering. One of his best fighters afraid of fighting? That might not blow over well later.

"I see, you are having difficulty with the situation. Do you want to go home?" I shook my head. "Okay, what about living with Narnia?" I shook my head.

I peeked my eyes over Lovie. "Can I say here, I be good."

His eyes furrowed and lips pressed. "Would you like to stay in one of the daycare rooms for a little while as I try to sort this out?"

I looked at the door, then nodded. "I jus say here forever, no home."

"No, not forever. We will work something out. We just can't have you teleporting everywhere. Something might happen and we might not be there in time to protect you." He held his hand out. "Let us go there, sweetheart."

My heart thudded in my chest; he called me sweetheart. I was being anything other than sweet to him. He could have fallen to the nickname of princess, or just by name. He had always done so before. The Princess, or just Viola. Maybe…

I held my hands out, and he picked me up. Maybe, I could accept this just once. "O-tay."

He carried me out, and Narnia was leaning against the wall. "She's staying here for a while, you call Lord Sullivan and let him know she is fine and safe with in custody."

"It will not blow over well."

"In the end, it is what is best for her. Not Lord Sullivan, and not you. You also have a suspect waiting in room six."

He carried me all the way there and set me down holding my hand in a room full of other kids my size. He talked to the lady who smiled and nodded. He crouched down holding my hands.

"This room was designed for kids like you who have a hard time controlling there gifts. You should not be able to teleport out of here. If you need me, you can call me or ask the teacher. Okay."

I nodded. "Otay."

"Go be a little kid for a while, have some fun and forget about all the adult stuff." He rubbed my head, and I hugged him around his neck. Don't cry, everything is fine.

I released him and he waved bye before he left. The room felt like a chaotic battle ground, kids running, some coloring, one kid kicked blocks down, laughed about it before he ran off. There was so much going on, how did she handle them?

"Violetta, my name is miss Fionie. It is nice to meet you, what would you like to do?" I shook my head, holding Lovie in my face. "How about something quite, like coloring?" She held her hand out, and I took it.

I felt calmer, like every worry was now gone. She pulled a coloring book my way and gave me a box of crayons. I flipped through the pages, pointing to a flower. She pulled the page out for me and rubbed my head. I felt happy.

"I will come back to check on you."

The others were scribbling in wide strokes, but I took my time. Outlining, giving shade. I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she separated two kids who had been fighting. She touched their heads, and they forgave each other, hugging it out. Then played like nothing had happened.

When I was done, I scraped the wax off gently with my fingernail. "Very pretty, you did a beautiful job. Should I hold onto that for you?" I nodded.

Signing my name at the bottom, I then smiled softly as I handed it to her. It wasn't trash, I did not draw it, but it was colored nicely. I wanted to give it to Henri, but I worried he might not like it. By lunch I had a few pages.

The other kids left me alone, even the ones where had been coloring with me. They were in and out, different faces. I looked up and around at the colorful room. Then I noticed two words above the table. 'Quite space.' With one rule, no voices.

This room was big and sometimes loud, but in this corner it was quite. No one talked, no one bothered another. Out there kids would play and be little heathens occasionally. She read to the kids for thirty minutes, making the room quite. I laid my head on the table, listening to her.

3RD POV

Henri leaned on the wall with on hand, his other in his pocket, watching through the childcare window for Violetta to move. She shook her head but took the teacher's hand and walked to the coloring table. Flipping through the pages.

How was he going to fix this? The teacher pulled a flower page from the book and left to separate the two kids from fighting. He sighed, leaning up from the wall and walked away. The crown dinner was a mess after she fell asleep, and it had only escalated since.

He had looked deeper into the regression spell that Violetta had claimed had been cast. She was not quite a child but was. All her memories were there, now with childlike tendencies and actions. All the way down to not being about to control the power she held deep inside.

He noticed the slight difference after she had regressed. Narnia seemed attuned to exactly what she needed in the moment. The room was shaking, and not one of them could move but Narnia. Narnia, singing? He shook his head. Henri thought he had changed, but not to that degree.

Lord Sullivan said he would keep her in the house until they could determine if she could control herself or not. Nainia yelled at him, calling him a dumb old man past his crown prime. Stating she should be allowed to move around and not held prisoner for something that was not her fault.

Since it was Lord Sullivans adopted child, he had the say, and he took her home. Narnia had left once to retrieve her from the school before Opera made it there. He was heavily attuned to her emotions, more so than he had let on at the dinner.

Yodh was not showing up to soothe her like he had done before, leaving Narina to do the meltdown soothing. He had been in and out several times, once during an interrogation. He was in and out like nothing had happened.

When Henri asked about it, he told him to 'mind his business.' He goes when he is called, and his eyes turned black for a split second. Narnia had been the first in the crowns to accept her as the new ruler.

Only proving the hive mind, he had outlined, and most of the crowns feared for the loss of freedom. What do they live with? Sickness and fighting or one person curing all, but able to control them?

She hated fighting, it was apparent at dinner and only moments ago. Breaking down and crying with the slight of a raised voice. Flinching to seemingly loud noises. She only wanted peace and had claimed this several times.

Between Lord Sullivan and Narnia, it would only damage that little mind more. She needed a way to be her, in whatever way she presented. Henri walked by the day care every hour to see if she had moved, she had sat there since he dropped her off. Poking around the lunch that had been set on the table for her.

"Boss, Lord Sullivan is here." The real battle was about to begin over custody, and well-being. It would be pulled on in both directions. There might be a way to fix this without out to much fall out.