Anagan opened his unconscious eyes as Flora finished up his legs, "Have I died and gone to heaven?" He looked over to see the second Duman sitting next to the first, "nevermind, it's hell "
"Well good to see you too," Duman chuckled, hearing a joke from Anagan meant he was well.
"Duman…" Gantlos couldn't help but sigh in relief seeing him alright. Duman walked up to him, his face becoming solemn. He took the blonde's face in his hands.
"What…what happened to you?"
"Oh, I just got a little scratched when I took the barricade cuffs off…"
"Your arms are destroyed…" Duman frowned at his nonchalant attitude towards his injuries.
"Don't worry, I'll have him fixed up in no time," Blooms reassurance didn't necessarily put him at ease.
"Alright, now that everyone is bright eyed and bushy tailed, you can start explaining what the hell is happening," Stella referred to the other Duman, "But first! You need a different name, otherwise this is going to get confusing….i got it! Dumara! It sounds similar but we'll be able to tell you guys apart!" Dumara raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
"Are you just gonna sit there looking pretty or are you gonna tell us where the hell our Ogron is?!" Gantlos had no more patience.
"Yeah and what's the deal with your Ogron?" Anagan added
Dumara let out a sigh, "Like I told Stella, we come from the eighth reality. Your Ogron is unharmed — I can promise you that. He can't hurt himself, any action taken by Ogron to harm himself would create a paradox that destabilizes the multiverse, thus making it impossible for him to inflict harm upon himself."
"...So where is he then?" Bloom pushed.
"Marble jar."
The group seemed to blink in unison—marble jar?
"He puts Ogron's in almost a magical stasis inside marbles, keeps them in a jar, like trophies." Dumara grimaced at the thought, "in our reality, we aren't a "family", hell were hardly a team— my Anagan, Gantlos, and I are bound to the black circle, were ogron's slaves. He managed to take over the world, but he got bored — became obsessed with the idea of other realities…we were hoping he'd gone mad and just destroy himself, but he was right, he was able to create a spell to take us from reality to reality, he took over three out of the four he invaded—not counting this one."
The others couldn't believe what they had heard.
"Wait, but he failed in a reality? So he's not completely unstoppable then! What stopped him?" Bloom had been holding her breath.
"….me," Dumara looked down, "that's probably why he did that to your friends, he wanted to break them, so they wouldn't fight back. The reality was the same, but…I got tired of the blood , really" he gave a hasty look to Stella, "got tired of having to kill the people I loved…"
"Hypothetically speaking — if you could go hand to hand with your Ogron, could our Duman as well?" Gantlos shot up at Timmy's suggestion.
"Hell no he can't! You stopped him before — do it again, don't go putting anyone else in this guys path,"
Dumara looked at him with dull eyes, "I can't, look at me — I'm on a leash, bound to the black circles beck and call. He made sure I couldn't so much as think about using my powers without his say so…"
"But you turned into a bird?" Stella recalled his previous metamorphosis
"because he gave the okay, nightlight, he thinks I'm spying on you lot—"
"He sealed our magic? into the black circle?" Duman was shocked, the wizards have always been a family, to hear the way they were treated made him nauseous.
"He sure did."
Anagan interrupted, "I'm sorry I'm just trying to figure out how you leveled the playing field with Ogron? Alternate reality or not."
"My Ogron is cruel, sadistic, and maniacal— but he's sloppy, overzealous, and prideful. He gets too confident in himself, thinks nothing can hurt him. As a result he doesn't do too well when something, or someone, is out of his control. Duman, our fighting style is random and erratic, he'd have to constantly change with us. It pisses him off."
"And pray tell, why none of us could take him on," Nabu spoke, as much as the wizards were a problem
"Because it's not a matter of beating him, it's a matter of slowing him down. A sword technique can be memorized, a fairy's power has patterns, but us? We can be anything, fight anyway, and most importantly, hurt him like man,"
Silence loomed heavily, before Anagan spoke.
"We need our Ogron back, we gotta find a way to distract Eight."
Dumara looked inquisitively, "Eight?"
"I mean since we're renaming you, I thought it might be good to call eighth reality Ogron Eight."
"Okay Stella jr," Bloom rolled her eyes.
"Anyways— I think our best bet is a bait and switch, I-err- Duman, you can divert him into a confrontation or a chase, then the winx and specialist, you guys can help keep him distracted, the three of us can find Ogron," Gantlos let out an inaudible grumble, the winx and specialists gave nervous glances.
"Why do you need to come with us?" Anagan wasn't exactly trusting of the doppelgänger.
"Because — if og— Eight, is here, and I am here, who else do you think is waiting around?"