Chapter 8: A Magikoopa's Evil Plan.
Parakara and Lakilily soared through the vibrant fields, gliding gracefully through the air. The sun's warm rays kissed their faces as they laughed and playfully chased each other through the endless expanse of green.
As they flew, Parakara couldn't help but be captivated by the beauty of the surrounding landscape. The colorful flowers swayed in the gentle breeze, their delicate petals painting a tapestry of nature's wonders. The sweet fragrance filled the air, wrapping them in a comforting embrace.
Lakilily's cheerful voice broke through Parakara's thoughts, "Hey, Parakara, watch this!" Parakara turned her gaze towards her friend, noticing the mischievous twinkle in Lakilily's eye. Lakilily produced a handful of spinies, small spiked balls that could be quite dangerous if mishandled. Parakara's eyes widened with both awe and concern, unsure of what Lakilily was planning to do.
But as Lakilily began to juggle the spinies, her movements were surprisingly graceful and precise. The spinies danced through the air, defying gravity as they twirled and spun in a mesmerizing display. Parakara watched in awe as Lakilily effortlessly juggled the sharp objects, her confidence evident in every movement. The spinies shimmered in the fading sunlight, casting fleeting shadows on the ground below. Parakara couldn't help but be captivated by the spectacle. As the last spiny came to a gentle rest in Lakilily's hand, Parakara erupted into applause, her heart filled with a mixture of admiration and relief. Lakilily beamed at her, the joy in her eyes mirrored by Parakara's own.
"That was cool! Who taught you that?"
"My boyfriend Lakilouie!"
"You have a boyfriend?"
"Yep. And he's so handsome! He has a killer voice too! You should hear him sometime!"
"Huh...nice." Parakara replied, Lakilily frowned slightly thinking she should have kept her mouth shut. But when it came to Lakilouie...but she couldn't help herself. "Do you have a boyfriend?"
"I don't."
"Oh...I'm sorry."
"Why?"
"I thought I made you uncomfortable."
"No you didn't." Parakara said, Lakilily frowned again.
"I'm pretty sure I did." She said.
"No you didn't. Don't worry about it. It's nothing you did." Parakara tried to make it sound convincing, but she failed. Talking about guys made her a little uneasy. She was either bullied by guys or if there was one she liked, they never liked her back and end up mocking her.
"Do you want a boyfriend? I think Louie has some friends who are single. I can ask. I bet they would like you." Lakilily suggested.
"I guess..." Parakara said, Lakilily grinned happily.
"Great! I'll talk to Lakilouie and see if he can introduce you to some of his friends. Who knows, one of them might like you!" Lakilily cupped Kara's face. "You are so pretty. There's no reason for you to be single." Parakara smiled shyly at the lakitu's words.
"Thank you..."
"You're welcome!" Lakilily smiled widely.
"So...you said see magikoopas often here?"
"Oh you want to date a magikoopa? I don't know if Louie is friends with any. But I can ask that too."
"No, it has nothing to do with that. Before I left, my mom gave me a broom. Never got around to practice flying on it though."
"Really!? Show me!" Lakilily said eagerly. Parakara felt anxious as she used her magic to make the broom appear in her hands. It was a simple wooden broom, with worn bristles and a touch of magic hidden within its core. She had always been curious about the broom's potential. With Lakilily's eager encouragement, Parakara took a deep breath and mounted the broom, the broom floated in mid air. Parakara took flight. The wind rushed past her, whipping through her hair and feathers. Something about flying with a broom felt different from flying with wings.
With every twist and turn, Parakara giggles at the cooling sensation she felt through her hair and wings. As Parakara gained confidence, she began to experiment with different movements. She swerved gracefully through the sky, twirling and looping. Each twist and turn brought a sense of exhilaration. Lakilily watched in awe, her eyes wide with admiration. She seeing her friend use magic was one thing, but seeing her take flight on a broom was something truly extraordinary. The two friends laughed and cheered, as they flew through the air. The joy of the moment wrapping around them like a warm embrace.
As the sun began to set, casting a soft golden glow over the landscape, Parakara and Lakilily gently descended back to the ground. The air felt crisp and cool as they landed in a small clearing, surrounded by tall grass and blooming flowers. Parakara's heart raced with excitement, her newfound ability still pulsating through her veins.
As they stood there, catching their breath, the wind gently rustled the hair of both koopas, and the setting sun painted the sky in a tapestry of vibrant colors. Parakara looked over at Lakilily, her face beaming with pure joy.
"Can you believe it, Lakilily?" Parakara exclaimed, her voice filled with awe and excitement. "I can fly like a magikoopa!"
Lakilily nodded, a wide grin spreading across her face. "Well, you can use magic, so it would make sense that you can fly on a broom right?"
"Yeah, you're right." Parakara said. The two sat. Enjoying the breath taking sunset.
"Kara!" Parakarry called out, his voice filled with relief as he spotted his niece, Parakara, and her friend, Lakilily, in the clearing. Parakara looked up, her face lighting up with a mixture of surprise and delight. "There you are, Kara. Ready to go home?" Parakarry asked, hovering in the air with his wings flapping gently.
"I'm ready." Parakara replied, a sense of contentment evident in her voice. "Oh, this is Lakilily!"
Lakilily's eyes widened with recognition. "You're Parakarry! You helped save the flowers here from dying out!" Lakilily exclaimed, a touch of admiration in her voice.
Parakarry chuckled modestly, his wings fluttering in a self-conscious manner. "Well, it wasn't just me."
Lakilily nodded, her eyes sparkling with appreciation. "Thank you for your efforts." She turned to Parakara. "You never told me you had a hero for an uncle Kara!"
"I didn't know myself until later." Parakara admits.
Lakilily nodded, her voice filled with excitement. "At least you know now! He helped rescue the flowers by clearing away the clouds that were being made by this horrible cloud machine. In fact, a lakitu who lives here, was part of the cause, but he switched sides and became a hero himself. My parents made a song about the whole event!" Lakilily explained. Parakara listened to her friend with interest as Lakilily shared the details of her uncle's heroic actions. She hugged her friend "goodbye before leaving with Parakarry.
As Parakara and her uncle Parakarry made their way back home from their outing, the warm evening breeze rustled through the trees, carrying with it a sense of contentment. As they strolled down the familiar path, Parakara thought about the day's events. She had spent the afternoon with her uncle, exploring the beautiful landscapes of the Mushroom Kingdom, sharing stories, and bonding in a way they had never done before. It felt like a much-needed respite from the tensions and conflicts that had plagued her relationship with her parents.
Parakarry glanced at Parakara, with a gentle smile. "Did you enjoy your evening today, Kara?"
Parakara looked up at her uncle, her eyes sparkling with appreciation. "I did, Uncle," she replied, her voice tinged with warmth. "It was wonderful spending time with you, hearing about your heroic deeds and going to the park."
Parakarry's smile widened, his wings fluttering with pride. "Glad to hear it, Kara." he said, his voice filled with affection. As they walked hand in hand, the bond between uncle and niece grew stronger, and Parakara felt a flicker of hope, knowing that she had found a supportive figure in her life. And as they approached their cozy home, they were greeted by Sugar jumping up and down. Parakara pets the chain chomp making him pant happily.
"Want to help me cook Kara?" Parakarry asked.
"Yes uncle." Parakara answered. Parakara followed her uncle into the kitchen.
"Do you like Koopa Curry?"
"I like it. My mom made it a lot."
"Good. That's what we're having." Parakarry began by showing Parakara how to peel and chop the vegetables. As they worked side by side, their conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and anecdotes from their respective lives.
Parakara noticed how Parakarry's eyes lit up whenever he spoke about his adventures as a mail carrier. It was clear he was passionate about his job. It reminded her of how her grandfather spoke about his youth as a mail carrier. As the ingredients sizzled in the pot, filling the kitchen with a tantalizing aroma, Parakara felt a sense of accomplishment. She had helped make this delicious meal, and it filled her with a newfound confidence. She was finding it fun to help her uncle cook. She remembered when she used to have fun cooking with her mom. Nowadays they would just argue and yell each other over the smallest things. Measurements, the ingredients, the types of spices to use. She remembered when her mother threw a fit for her forgetting to put the walnuts in the banana bread before it baked. She couldn't remember the exact reason they started fighting over walnuts. They just started. Her mother then told her that she wouldn't have forgotten if she dropped her attitude.
Finally, the Koopa Curry was ready. Parakara and Parakarry sat down at the table, their plates filled with steaming curry and fragrant rice. Parakara took her first bite, savoring the explosion of flavors on her tongue. It was spicy, yet comforting, a perfect balance of heat and warmth.
As they enjoyed their meal, Parakara looked up at her uncle, a smile on her face. "Uncle, I enjoyed this. Cooking with my mom isn't as fun anymore," she said, her voice filled with sadness.
Parakarry paused for a moment, his eyes filled with understanding. He takes a sip of his drink, before saying, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Parakara. Cooking should always be enjoyable. It's a time when we can express ourselves and create something together."
Parakara nodded, her gaze fixed on her plate. "Yeah, I used to love cooking with my mom. We would laugh and have so much fun in the kitchen. But now... it's different. We argue all the time, and it feels like we can't even have a simple conversation without it turning into a fight."
Parakarry listened attentively, his eyes reflecting empathy. He understood the pain Parakara felt, the longing for the bond she once had with her mother. "Sometimes, people change, and relationships change too." he said gently. "And I guess you both living with your dad didn't help that either."
"I know, Uncle," she whispered, her voice tinged with sadness. "Living with dad... it's been tough. He's always so angry, and it feels like I was walking on eggshells around him. I always thought if she would just leave him, things would get better."
Parakarry leaned forward, his eyes filled with concern. "It's never easy living in a toxic environment, Parakara," he said, his voice gentle. "But sometimes, things are more complicated than they seem. Your mom may have her reasons for not leaving your dad right now."
Parakara sighed, her shoulders slumping. "I know, Uncle," she replied, her voice laden with frustration. "But it's just so hard to understand. I mean, why would she stay with someone who makes her so unhappy? And why would she let him treat me the way he does?"
Parakarry reached out, placing a comforting hand on Parakara's shoulder. "People's choices are influenced by many factors, my dear," he explained. "Love, fear, financial stability, and even a sense of duty can all play a part. Your mom might be staying because she believes there's still hope for things to change or because she feels trapped."
Parakara looked down at her meal taking another bite. "Uncle?"
"Yes dear?"
Parakara pulled out her phone and played a cute Kpop song.
"What are you doing?"
"Showing you what music I like." She smiled shyly.
"This is cute, I wouldn't mind you playing this in the house." He said, Parakara turns off the phone.
"So you don't like classical music?" Parakarry asked.
"No, I do like classical music uncle."
"I wonder why your mom said you just liked classical music. I would have bought Kpop posters rather than ballerinas to decorate your room with."
"No, it's fine uncle. I like the ballerinas. My mom thinks that I only like classical because I've been sleeping in her room ever since I found a scorpion in my room. And the alarm on my phone would play classical music when it's time to wake up." Parakara explained.
"Wait, you found a scorpion in your room?" Parakarry asked.
Parakara nodded, "It was a few months ago. I was getting ready to go to bed when I saw something moving in the corner of my room. I turned on the lights and there it was, a scorpion crawling on the floor."
Parakarry's eyes widened in concern. "That must have been terrifying," he said softly.
"It was," Parakara admitted, her voice trembling. "My dad never went to kill it, and my mom couldn't get up so I slept in her room ever since."
Parakarry sighed, understanding the fear Parakara must have felt. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, Parakara," he said sympathetically. Parakara nods and began to speak;
"Uncle?"
"Yes sweetie?"
"I like ballet. I never did it, but I would like to. I like how graceful the movements look." Parakarry looked at Parakara with a gentle smile, surprised by her interest in ballet.
"That's wonderful, Parakara," he replied. "It's never too late to pursue something you're passionate about. I don't know if there are any ballet schools in Toad Town, but I'll look if you'd like."
Parakara's eyes lit up with excitement. "Really, Uncle? That would be amazing!" she exclaimed.
Parakarry nodded, glad to see his niece showing enthusiasm for something. "Of course, Parakara. But remember, ballet requires discipline and dedication. Are you ready to commit yourself to it?"
Parakara nodded earnestly. "Yes, Uncle. I'm willing to put in the effort and learn. I want to experience the beauty of ballet."
Parakarry smiled proudly. "I have no doubt that you'll excel, Parakara. Ballet can be challenging, but I believe you have talent." Parakara smiled at her uncle's belief in her. "Do you have anything else you like to do?"
"I like puzzles."
"What type of puzzles?"
"Jigsaw puzzles."
"Really? I bought a puzzle a while back. Never got around to doing it."
Parakara's eyes widened with excitement as she heard her uncle's words. "Can we do it together?" she asked eagerly.
Parakarry chuckled warmly and nodded. "Of course, Parakara! I'd love to do it with you. Let's go find it." They washed the plates and placed them on the rack to dry. The two paratroopas headed to the living room, where Parakarry kept a small collection of puzzles.
After rummaging through a few boxes, Parakarry finally found the puzzle he had mentioned. It was a beautiful landscape scene of the Shooting Star Summit, with vibrant shimmering colors and intricate details. Parakara's eyes sparkled as she gazed at the image.
With the puzzle box opened and the pieces spread across the table, Parakara and Parakarry started the jigsaw puzzle together. They carefully examined each piece, searching for the perfect fit.
Over at Twilight Town, Kamala, a white magikoopa, gazed at her reflection in the mirror of her jewelry armoire. She misses the days when she was young, thin, and beautiful. The stress caused by her good-for-nothing husband had taken its toll on her figure and overall appearance. However, amidst the difficulties, her children, Parakaro and Parakara, were the only joys that remained from her troubled marriage. She lost her son due to a medical condition. So all there was left was Parakara.
Her heart ached as she thought about her daughter. Despite their constant arguments, Kamala longed to be with her, to talk to her, and to hear her voice again. She missed their connection, even if it often ended in disagreement. As she ran her hand through her short platinum blonde hair, now turned gray due to the stress she had endured, Kamala wondered if things would have been different if she hadn't cut her hair. Would she still have retained a glimmer of beauty? Or would she have become a mere semblance of an old witch?
With a heavy sigh, Kamala pushed her wheelchair over to her desk and picked up her phone. It had been a while since she last heard from Parakara, her attempts to reach out to her daughter had been in vain. Parakara never picked up, and even her brother in law Parakarry, whom she usually contacted for updates, wouldn't answer. Kamala knew there was nothing wrong with her phone, as she regularly spoke to her sisters without any issues. Something was definitely going on.
The house was enveloped in a heavy silence, broken only by the faint sound of a clock ticking on the wall. Kamala sat alone in the dimly lit bedroom, her heart heavy with the weight of her longing for her daughter. Her husband's absence was no surprise; he was likely off indulging in his vices, whether it was gambling or seeking companionship in the arms of another. Kamala had stopped caring about his actions long ago, for her love for him had faded into nothingness.
Looking back, she couldn't pinpoint a time when she had truly loved him. Their marriage had been a mistake, a decision made in haste, driven by circumstances she now regretted. It was her daughter who occupied her thoughts, her one true beacon of love and light. Every fiber of Kamala's being yearned to hold her daughter close, to feel the warmth of her embrace, and to hear the music of her infectious giggles.
Ever since Parakara moved to Toad Town, Kamala's mind had been consumed by thoughts of her baby girl. Nothing mattered more to her than the love she held for her daughter. She would do anything to reunite with her, to bask in the joy of their connection once again. As the minutes stretched into hours, Kamala sat lost in her thoughts, she pushed her chair to the drawers. She looked through them and sighed sadly. No baby clothes, dresses, pajamas, or blankets. She lost all that stuff when she had to move out of Poshely Heights because of her husband's gambling. She lost all of the things that reminded her of her children.
She lost all of her plants. Her husband gave them away without asking her. She loved those plants. He rationalized it by saying that they wouldn't have any room for the plants. She wanted use her magic to vaporize him after he said that. Because it was his fault they lost the house and had to move to a smaller place. Not to mention to a place that's dreary where its only citizens were made of cloth and cotton! That thought made her push her drawer down. She magikoopa screamed out in pain as she fell on the floor. She hated having this condition. It made every single one of her nerves hurt. She couldn't lift, push, or even walk or stand for a few minuets without feeling pain. She couldn't remember when or what caused her to have this condition. She did know Parakara blamed her for it, because she helped her selfish sister and bratty nephew; rather than leaving her husband.
Parakara had never let her let it down. She wished Parakara would just forgive her already! She's been a good mother aside from that mistake. She was sure she has been! She worked her amp off to make a better life for her kids! She gave them love and attention! What more could someone want?! Nothing! That's what. She raised her kids better than her own husband did. It was all her husband's fault that their lives were ruined!
Kamala cried from the physical pain she was in and the thought of her family falling apart. She was certain her life was over. She had no job because her condition forced her to retire early. Her husband was rarely home, and her brother in law took away the only thing that made her life happy. Her beloved daughter. Her daughter whom she adored. He took her from her. She knew she sent Parakara to stay with him; but she didn't have much of a choice. If anyone had seen all of the boxes in her house, and how yellow the ceiling from her husband's smoking is; Parakara would have been taken away for sure. Her family had gone from happiness to sorrow and Parakarter and Parakarry were the reasons why.
The magikoopa looked up at the tobacco stained ceiling; hoping that the Star Spirits would show her the way out of this shell hole. But none did. Why were they ignoring her!? She was the most kindest and selfless koopa ever! She knew she was. Even her mother told her that her kindness would be her biggest downfall. How she wished she listened to her back then. Because now she is suffering. Her life has turned into a horror story. Then it dawned on her, maybe she had one more chance at being happy, or at least being a part of her daughter's future. She needed to kill Parakarter and Parakarry.
But...she never killed anyone before. Not even when she joined Koopa Troop. She knew her magic was powerful enough to kill someone; but being a white magikoopa, she used her magic to heal rather than fight. A painful memory then came to her. She had her wand in her hand ready to kill Parakarter with her magic. He even pushed her to do so. He floated right in front of her telling her to kill him. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. This was all in front of Parakara.
Parakara was mad at her for not doing it. Kamala tried to explain to her daughter that there would be a possibility that he would survive her attack; she would be in jail for attempted murder, and she would be in foster care. Parakara simply screamed at her that she would rather be in foster care than live with them. That memory broke Kamala. It made her wonder if she really failed as a mother. No. She didn't. Parakarter failed at being a father. They had everything and it was stolen from them by him. He was the reason for the way things are now.
If only she had gotten rid of him then and there. But, she couldn't. All for what? To keep her child in her life. Now she's not here and that hurts badly. She wanted to feel whole again but that would be impossible with these horrible circumstances. There was no other hope. She had to get rid of her husband. That's what she wanted anyways. But killing someone isn't that easy, especially when it's you're spouse. Nine times out of ten, it's the other spouse that did it whenever a spouse does get killed. She would get caught easily. But...what if she killed Parakarter and Parakarry together? They never had a good relationship. It'll just be written off as a confrontation going deadly wrong; and Parakara will be sent right back to where she belongs. With her mother.
There was a slight problem with that idea however...they both lived in different kingdoms. She was going to need to set up a situation to have the brothers meet. Plus she didn't know how she would feel about hurting Parakarry...she thought about all the times she played with him as a teenager. He even told her she was like a big sister to him. Plus, what if the authorities looked into the case even more? Why would siblings who hate each other visit all of a sudden? She'll be arrested for orchestrating the crime and Parakara would be sent to a foster home. There had to be some way to get her daughter back. But how!? How is she supposed to get her daughter back without killing her husband and brother in law? She couldn't afford her own place. All she had was fixed income due to her disability. It's going to take years for her to get into low income housing, since it was a long process. Her husband ruined her credit from the Poshley Heights housing debacle, since the house was under both names. So she can't just go and buy a new nice home. It's not fair! Life was just unfair and she felt as if all the luck has left her. She hears the door open. She sighs knowing exactly who it was. Her horrible husband Parakarter. She doesn't even turn around to face him.
"Hey Kamala." He says without much expression.
"Hello Karter." She said flatly in return. The paratroopa looked at his wife laying on the floor and sees that the dresser was pushed over. He guessed Kamala had another fit, he removed his shell and laid on the bed.
"Not going to help me up?"
"When I wake up. Had too much to drink." He said.
She didn't say anything. She didn't know what else to say. "YOU AMPHOLE!" She thought to herself. She wanted to scream, yell, cry, and throw things. She wanted to do anything but lay there on the floor. She watched her husband snore feeling nothing but anger and hatred towards him. If only she had her wand nearby. She was sure she would be able to kill him. Just because she hated him. That's what she would tell the authorities. She killed him because she hated him for ruining her life. She pulled herself up using the pushed down dresser, and stood herself up using a box nearby. The magikoopa managed to get herself back in the chair.
Kamala looked at her blacked out husband. When she was planning on divorcing Parakarter, she was going to swear off all men. She was done with them. But with these current circumstances, she had no choice. She had to marry someone else. Preferably someone wealthy, but someone with a decent house would suffice. They had to be okay in the head, no addictions, no acting like a manchild, and won't try to get in between her and her daughter. She needs someone someone that's loyal to her. Someone who loves her daughter as much as she did. Someone that will be honest with her. Someone with a soul and not heartless.
But she wondered who would want her now? She has a disability and she's not as beautiful as she used to be. She's fat and looked old. Who would want to marry someone like that? She wasn't good at anything...except for cooking, cleaning, and magic...Magic! Of course! She's a magikoopa, she'll make a potion that will give her beauty back. But she couldn't make a potion that can cure her illness. How is she going to make a beauty potion? She had to do this however, it's for her precious baby girl. Kamala wheeled herself to the kitchen. The magikoopa looked through drawers for anything that might work. Anything! But there was nothing! She threw a vase across the room. She just wanted everything to come back to normal! She fell back onto the floor as she briefly screamed in pain. She began crying tears of frustration. She was going to die here. Her husband would probably end up killing her one day, and run off with another woman.
In her moment of despair, Kamala's tears fell onto a forgotten recipe book that was buried beneath a pile of papers. The pages were yellowed and fragile, but Kamala recognized it as her grandmother's old spell book. Maybe, just maybe, there was a solution hidden within its ancient pages. Kamala carefully opened the recipe book, revealing a wealth of magical knowledge. She flipped through the pages, searching for a potion that could restore her beauty. As she read the incantations and ingredients, she realized that this potion required a rare flower called the Moonlight Blossom, known for its transformative properties.
Hope sparked in Kamala's heart as she realized she had seen a Moonlight Blossom growing in a hidden garden deep within the Flower Fields. It was said to bloom only under a full moon, and its petals held the power to grant beauty beyond compare. Kamala struggles to get back up. She sighed and stared into space for several minutes trying to think. Think of something. She turned her head and saw something that fell out of the broken vase. She crawled to it.
As Kamala held the small bottle of dark red liquid; the scent of roses and fire flowers filled her senses, igniting memories of a long-forgotten potion she had made in the past. It was a potion of lust, a desperate attempt to save her failing marriage. But now, with her husband out of the picture, Kamala saw this potion as a stepping stone towards her ultimate goal: reuniting with her daughter, Parakara.
With renewed hope, Kamala decided to use this potion as an ingredient for her beauty concoction. It was a sign. But she needed more ingredients to complete her potion, each one carefully chosen to enhance her beauty and attract the man who could provide a stable home for her and Parakara.
First on the list was honey and maple syrup; sweet ingredients that represented the sweetness of her desired future. She knew she could easily find maple syrup in the Twilight Shop; and honey syrup in Toad Bros. Bazaar.
Next, she needed a bouquet, a symbol of love and devotion. A pink rose, the epitome of love and romance, was also crucial. Ginger and maidenhair fern, known for their healing and rejuvenating properties. A drop of dew from the delicate morning grass, white sage for wisdom and clarity, and bluebells representing everlasting love were all ingredients she sought to complete her potion. Kamala would search all of Flower Fields for these ingredients; a place known for its vibrant gardens and flourishing flora. Besides that's where the Moonlight Blossom was held.
There was one ingredient that filled Kamala with a mix of excitement and trepidation, a piece of mooncake. She hoped Toad Town had some sort of festival where mooncakes would be served. If not, she'll have to make one herself. It was said that a single bite of mooncake under a full moon could grant wishes. Kamala hoped that by including it in her beauty potion, her deepest desires would be realized. She needed a lock of her own hair, symbolizing her commitment to self-transformation and her willingness to let go of her past. However, there was one final ingredient she was hesitant to acquire, lil'oink blood. It was a dark and forbidden substance, rumored to possess powerful enchantments. Kamala understood the risks, but she was willing to do whatever it took to bring her daughter back into her life. With a heavy heart, she made the difficult decision to seek out this ingredient.
To seek these precious elements to infuse her potion with their magical essence; Kamala used her magic to bring her wand and broom to her. She had to fly. For the first ferry ride didn't get here until morning. Her husband would be suspicious of her since she rarely leaves the house, and she didn't want to deal with him confronting her. It was going to hurt, but beauty is pain; and she knows what pain is. She'll make it though. She's survived worse. A lot worse. The sooner she makes this trip to Toad Town. The sooner she'll get her little princess back. This was all or nothing. She waved her wand to open the door and she flew out on her broom.
As Kamala embarked on her quest to gather the ingredients, she imagined a future where her daughter would no longer resent her. A future where Parakara would have a loving stepfather and a safe, stable home. Parakara always wanted to have a stepfather. Kamala hoped that her beauty potion would be the key to having a life with her daughter.