As they re-entered the bunker, Alador gathered everyone's attention. "Alright, folks, listen up. I've been working on a little invention, something that might just give us an edge against those Amity clones. It's still experimental, but we need to try everything we can."
Gus, wide-eyed with curiosity, asked, "What kind of invention are we talking about?"
Alador winked, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Let's just say it involves abomination magic and a few surprises. If it works, it'll give us a fighting chance."
Amity, though intrigued, couldn't shake off the lingering doubt. "Are you sure this will work, Alador? We're dealing with an entire army out there."
Alador nodded confidently. "Trust me, Amity. I've put a lot of thought into this. Now, while I get to work, the rest of you, go and help your friends. We'll rendezvous later."
The group split into two; Amity, Luz, Hunter, Gus, and Willow took to the skies on their staffs, accompanied by Eda and Lilith in their harpy forms. As they soared through the air, little did they realize that Twisted Amity had been silently observing their every move.
Invisible to their eyes, she chuckled to herself. "They think they can outsmart me. But I've always been one step ahead." Her gaze shifted to a distressed Odalia, still in the clutches of Hooty. "And as for you, Odalia, your time will come."
Twisted Amity, with a sinister grin, began weaving a spell to infiltrate Alador's memories, seeking information that could be used to shatter Amity's spirit. As the sleep spell took effect, Alador slumped to the ground, completely unaware of the intrusion into his memories. Twisted Amity, invisible to the naked eye, seized the opportunity to delve into his past.
With a wave of her hand, a holographic projection of Alador's memories materialized before her. She browsed through various moments, seeing glimpses of his life—moments of joy, challenges, and heartaches. Unsatisfied with what she found, Twisted Amity continued her search.
Then, she stumbled upon a vivid image that piqued her interest—a memory from years ago. The projection displayed a younger Alador, arguing vehemently with Odalia. In the background, young Edric and Emira eavesdropped, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern.
Odalia, her voice strained with guilt, confessed, "Alador, I'm not proud of what I did. But we'll have to deal with this... child."
Alador, visibly disgusted by Odalia's actions, shot back, "Deal with it? This is no ordinary 'deal.' Can't you see what you've done? Can't you understand the consequences of your reckless actions?"
Odalia, casually justifying herself, explained, "It was an accident, Alador. I never planned for any of this to happen. We can't undo the past, but we must face the reality of our choices."
As the memory unfolded, Twisted Amity saw the strain on their relationship intensify. Alador, fed up with Odalia's actions, took a decisive stance. "Can't we just... get an abortion? I'm not being dragged down into the muck with you."
Odalia, hesitant but resolute, responded, "No, Alador. That's not an option for any of us..."
Twisted Amity, freezing the memory at this pivotal moment, observed the emotional turmoil etched on both Alador and Odalia's faces. She took a copy of the memory, storing it away as a piece of ammunition in her plan to shatter Amity's resolve. She deduced that Odalia was pregnant many years ago, and the implications of this revelation fueled her twisted plans.
In the quiet space of Alador's memories, Twisted Amity whispered to herself, "Bingo... this could be the key to breaking Amity's spirit."
With a wave of her hand, she took a copy of the revealing memory, tucking it away for later use. As she prepared to exit Alador's memories, a wicked grin formed on her face, her determination solidifying. The threads of her plan were weaving together, and she relished the prospect of using this newfound information to manipulate and torment Amity in the most personal way possible.
Alador, shaken by the revelation from his past, found himself standing in the dimly lit room, the weight of Odalia's words echoing in his mind. "I know I endangered my family's legacy, but just consider your options for the sake of him."
As the realization dawned on him, a chill ran down Alador's spine. Twisted Amity, in her quest to exploit his memories, had inadvertently uncovered a deeper layer to the story. The memory wasn't merely about Odalia's revelation of an unplanned pregnancy but something more , a hidden secret that had haunted mostly Odalia for years. One thing's for sure, if Amity took it out of context, the results won't be pretty for anyone.
Amity, her friends, and the two Boschas landed in the heart of the Witches' Convention, the bustling arena now eerily silent as they surveyed the sea of Amitys and Amelias surrounding the building.
Hooty, still wrapped around Odalia, continued his nonsensical song, much to Odalia's annoyance. Amity couldn't help but smirk at the absurdity of the situation, finding some solace in Hooty's antics annoying Odalia.
The Hooded Figure turns them all intangible and flies into the Arena.
"They'll never find us here," Luz whispered to Amity, a hint of optimism in her voice.
The Hooded Figure, with a calculating gaze, turned to Amity and the group. "We need to get those Hexside students to safety. Somewhere Twisted Amity wouldn't think to look."
Amity nodded in agreement. "There's an underground bunker in Blight Industries. We should take them there. It's hidden, and she won't expect it."
Alternate Timeline Boscha chimed in, "Sounds like a plan. Skara, you okay?"
Skara, still catching her breath, nodded. "Yeah, just glad to see you guys. Thanks for the rescue."
Boscha, though not known for her sentimental side, couldn't hide her relief. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let's just get out of here."
The group, with a mix of determination and caution, began to make their way through the Convention Center. The Hooded Figure led the way, his eyes scanning for any signs of trouble. As they moved, Amity couldn't shake the weight of the recent revelations about her alternate self and the disturbing truths about her family's past. Yet, she pushed those thoughts aside for the moment, focusing on the immediate task at hand—keeping everyone safe from the looming threat of Twisted Amity.
Odalia glanced nervously at the surrounding Amitys, her voice hushed. "We can't risk being seen. We need to stay out of plain sight."
The Hooded Figure raised an eyebrow, a sly grin forming beneath his hood. "Not a problem." With a swift wave of his hand, an invisible and intangible barrier enveloped Amity, Luz, Hooty, Eda, Lilith, and the others.
Amity blinked, feeling a strange sensation as her surroundings blurred. "What... what did you do?"
"We're invisible and intangible," the Hooded Figure explained. "As long as we stay silent, they won't detect us. We can move freely without being noticed."
Luz couldn't help but grin at the Hooded Figure's display of magical prowess. "That's pretty handy."
Eda chuckled, glancing around at the now-hidden group. "Well, looks like we've got our own little stealth mode. Let's use it wisely."
As they maneuvered through the Convention Center, the Amity Clones remained oblivious to their presence. The Hooded Figure led them with a quiet confidence, guiding the invisible entourage to the exit.
Hooty, still carrying Odalia, sang a muffled tune, the whimsical sound oddly fitting for their clandestine escape. Odalia shot him an annoyed look, but even she couldn't deny the effectiveness of their newfound invisibility.
Amity, feeling a mix of relief and tension, whispered to Luz, "We need to get everyone to safety. Twisted Amity won't stop until she finds us."
Luz nodded in agreement, her eyes scanning their surroundings. "Once we're out of here, we head to Blight Industries. It's our best shot at keeping everyone safe."
As they slipped through the shadows, the group continued their silent escape, mindful of the looming threat that Twisted Amity posed.
In Blight Manor, surrounded by the murmurings of Amelias, Twisted Amity grinned maliciously. The revelations she had gathered from Odalia and Alador's memories provided her with a dark strategy to exploit Amity's deepest fears and insecurities.
As an Amelia asked curiously, "What's your plan, Twisted Amity?"
Twisted Amity chuckled, her voice dripping with malevolence. "We're going to make Amity face her worst nightmares, by using the power of Grometheus the Fear Bringer to amplify them in her dreams, make her question everything to the point where she's broken,"
The Amelias exchanged uncertain glances, unsure of what Twisted Amity had in mind. Twisted Amity continued with a sinister gleam in her eye.
"Grom?!" An Amelia asks, incredulously as they knew what Grom was capable of. It can make one witchling live out its worst nightmares.
"We know that Amity fears being unwanted, unloved, and abandoned. What if she learns that her own parents considered getting rid of her before she was even born?" Twisted Amity's laughter echoed through Blight Manor, sending shivers down the spines of the Amelias.
One brave Amelia spoke up, "But how are we going to bring Grometheus into this?"
Twisted Amity's eyes glowed with an eerie yellow light as she revealed her plan. "We'll constantly create a nightmare realm, a place where Amity's deepest fears become reality. Grometheus will weave his dark magic, intensifying her dread until she's broken and helpless."
The Amelias, under Twisted Amity's control, hesitated for a moment but ultimately complied with her wicked scheme, they knew they would be brutally murdered if they go against her wishes. As they set to work, preparing the spell to summon Grometheus and construct the nightmare realm, Twisted Amity reveled in the imminent chaos she would unleash upon Amity and her friends.
Little did they know that the Hooded Figure and the invisible group were on the move, navigating the invisible barrier through the darkened streets of Bonesborough.