The emerald streets of the city were pretty dreary at night. Even though the Emerald City is wide and beautiful with all its glorious green jewels that give its wonder and awe, it can be pretty ominous at night. The green only made it more weary when the moon and the black sky shut out the light.
That, and the fact that the Gale Force seems to stomp their boots all military style to make it even more scary as they were hunting for their target.
Unfortunately for them, their target seemed to have other plans. None of which is messing with the police like she usually does.
In a black hood, she silently trudged her boots to a nearby bar. The person didn't want any trouble for the guards that marched the green pathways that showed authority. Rather, she wanted to do one final thing on her list before taking her leave.
The place was bustling on and on, talking amongst themselves while being drunk out of their minds. The person always comes here for a quick drink as it was the perfect place to lay low where people were too busy waiting away and being loud. Even more perfect since it was good to talk to the bar keep, who was named Rowand.
He was pouring out a glass for a customer, but only to stop mid way when he saw the person. He held out a good and hearty smile as the friend sat down at the counter.
"Elia! Good to see you! These buggers were giving me a hard time. Finally, a respectful guest!" Rowand exclaimed, motioning to the men talking loudly filled with curses, obviously wasted.
The person, Elia, seemed to be a young woman with light brown skin and brown eyes, her black hair messy in a high ponytail. Under her hood and cloak, she wore a black jacket under a white polo shirt and also a diamond necklace with the shape of a star for the pendant. Elia had black tapered pants over her shirt and dark green combat boots with mud on them. She had a satchel over her shoulder and a gold bangle with pink jewels sparkling as if enchanted.
But instead of a smile, Elia stares with a dark serious look in her eyes.
Rowand took note of this immediately with worry, "Hey, is everything okay? I know things haven't been… good. But are you okay?"
She just stares at him with those same eyes that lessened when being aimed his way, "Just a quick drink, please."
The bartender slowly nods. He watched her carefully as he setted up her usual order. He wasn't suspicious that she would cause trouble at his place, of course. No matter how unpredictable she was, Elia was always a friend to talk to.
Even if she was one of the most feared in all of Oz.
Rowand handed her the glass. As she takes it, Elia immediately chugs it down her throat in one go and then sets the now empty glass hard, making it vibrate.
"Hey! Careful! Don't want you getting drunk, now would we? What would your sister say when she sees you in a terrible hangover?" he snarks, trying to lighten her up.
Unfortunately for him, Elia flinches at the words. She nibs the bit of her lips as if his words were sour when processed. Try as she might to hide it, she looked like she wanted to cry.
He widened his eyes, "No…"
"Yes…" Elia replied, rather… unsure herself.
Rowand felt like kicking himself. Of course she was like this. The last time she was like this, she was wallowing away in a drunken state, singing serenade songs that her and her girlfriend used to sing before she kicked the bucket. The woman was so loud that it took a lot of effort to keep her out of the Gale force's sight. Heck, all of her losses hit just as much.
The rebel had lost too many loved ones in this cruel world. And now, she was the last of her family left.
The barkeep tried to find the right words to ask. "And… what are you going to do about it?"
He focussed his gaze onto her eyes. As a bartender for years, he learned that the best way to get anything from a person was to be their eyes. A lot of story and background can come from a person's eyes.
And her eyes say… a lot.
Panic took over him as he realized part of her plan, "You aren't seriously going to go there and steal it, aren't you? You'll get yourself killed! Or worse!"
"You can't convince me otherwise, my friend. It's time I change things for the better." she stated so surely.
Rowand knew that when Elia's mind was set, it's set. Rowand knew she was capable. She was the most capable person and evasive activist he'd ever seen. But his worry didn't settle. "But… are you sure this is what you want?"
A beat of quiet between the two said it all.
"I only came here to drink one final time before leaving this place." Elia said, pulling out money to pay for the drink, "I'm eternally grateful to you for being here when I need to talk. To vent. You're a kind man, Rowand. I'm glad to have you as my friend."
"Is… is there any way I can stop you?"
She mused over the request, humming in thought, "No. I don't think so."
Saying their goodbyes, Rowand watches as Elia tries to walk out of the bar without being the center of attention.
But try as she might, she would always somehow gonna draw an audience to herself no matter where she is.
Because someone, who was clearly drunk and a creep, grabbed her wrist before she could get out of there, clearly eyeing her with interest at not just her looks and jewelry.
"Say? What does a pretty little thing like you doing hiding under a cloak. Especially wearing fancy stuff out in broad daylight?" he asked, looking at the necklace dangling from her neck and the bangle on her wrist.
This did not look good.
"Hey! Stop that!" Rowand yelled out the man, clearly mad at his behavior.
He wasn't letting it go.
"Now, now. I just want to talk to this beautiful young woman. Ask her a few questions." he smirked, clearly unnerving and vile plastered with lies.
Though, before he could do anything, a punch to the face rocketed like the witch coming through with a big SMACK! Knocking him out and letting her go.
Everyone turned to see what the commotion was all about. Elia just stared darkly at the man.
"Touch me again and maybe death might await you." she said coldly, eyes like stone and expression scarcely seeming like she might murder someone tonight.
With wide eyes all around her, Elia tried to leave as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, the Gale Force arrived to see what was all the racked about.
"Hands up and nobody moves!"
Elia scoffed, "Whelp time to get the fuck out of here!"
Before they could stop her, she brought something from her pocket and threw it to the ground. Green smoke quickly appeared, causing everyone who inhaled them to cough. As the smoke cleared, she was gone without a trace.
"Sir, was that-"
"It is." the leader said, glaring in frustration at the escape. "Scour the streets! She can't have gotten far." and with that command, they immediately dispersed.
Rowand sighed sadly. He would miss his friend. But he was proud, nonetheless.
Elia was a force to be reckoned with for a reason. When she wants something, she gets it.
The Gale Force was always hunting her down for causing songs of revolting. But never did catch her. Elia would never let them, of course. Only when she wants them to.
Morrible was always trying to stop her herself. With fits of anger and frustration fueling her magic. But Elia would never be defeated by the likes of that awful woman. She wouldn't want that.
But most of all, the young woman would do anything for the ones she cares about. She would give her siblings the gifts they wanted. She would make her parents proud. She would lavish her girlfriend with love and affection. When friends are in trouble, she makes sure they're protected. The reason is simply because she wants to with all her heart.
And if she wants to steal from Morrible, then she'll succeed.
After all, Elia Upland-Thropp always gets what she wants.
The Emerald Palace was covered in jewels of green from all around. It would be beautiful to look at if it wasn't for the dark of soldiers in all corners. On guard. Waiting.
Though, that didn't seem to stop an intruder from infiltrating the castle.
With each steady pace in her step, Elia carefully walked her way through while trying not to draw any sound, not wanting anyone to find her.
Though, that would be hard if the literal ghost floating beside her could just shut up.
"Out of all the bad ideas you do, this has got to be the most insane one to give me a stroke. You're gonna die doing this, El!"
It was her sister. Her recently dead sister. Gelphine.
Unlike her, who has green skin and disguises it with magic imbued onto her bangle, Gelphine had tanned skin and coiled black hair that formed a large braid behind her being held by a green bow. She had their mother's green eyes with circular glasses over them and facial features, while also wearing a white flowery dress and green slippers.
And she was also see-through. Not to mention only can be seen by Elia. The interesting perks to being a ghost.
"You know, if I knew that spell would actually bring you back but would allow you to watch over me 24/7, I would have just preferred mourning you."
Elia could recall the frantic events all so vividly.
It all happened so fast. One moment she was sadly reminiscing about the long ago past while on her way home and then the next she sees Gelphine on the edge of death awaiting her near the sidewalk.
She remembers her sister's blood leaving her body, telling her that it was going to be alright for reassurance. She remembers her younger sister's dying breath slowing down. She remembers recalling a spell she took a glimpse of in the Grimmerie page. She remembers the powerful words coming out of her mouth in desperate breaths.
She also remembers the overflowing tears streaming her cheeks as Gelphine drew her last breath. She could recall the cries of grieving at the prospect of yet another dear family member being taken away from her. The sheer agony of yet failing another she cared about. Recalling Corvyn consoling her with a feather wing on her back while also desperate to console himself.
She remembers feeling like a true failure. What kind of older sibling was she to let all three of her younger siblings die?
Elia thought that was the last she had seen of Gelphine when the spell failed. It didn't fail, of course. Just… not what she expected.
Gelphine gave her a glare, "Don't pin the blame on me, it was your idea to try and bring me back. What were you expecting, exactly? My stab wound instantly healed? The revival of my loss of blood? Become a scarecrow like Uncle Yero?"
Yeah… Elia definitely had something totally different in mind when casting that spell.
"Would it make much of a difference? Look, if you really don't want me to die, then stop distracting me with your lectures."
That seemed to have shut her up, knowing fully well that Elia was right. They both know that they couldn't risk making any noises or else they'd be alerting the guards that the Wicked Child of the Witch is infiltrating the Emerald Palace. Something neither of them wanted.
Elia walked silently, remembering where the Grimmerie was being held. She makes her way through the hallways while passing the guards all so slickly with Gelphine trailing behind her. And then, with one more turn, the two of them finally found the door to the Grimmerie. Only a lock standing in Elia's way.
Gelphine gave out a defeated huff, "Great, locked. How are you-" she sees her sister pulling out a hair pin, "Wait… you know how to-"
"Pick a lock?" Elia finishes, already picking the lock, "Sure I do. What, how else do I get inside your room?"
"You what?!"
click* "And done!" Elia exclaims.
Gelphine was still looking at her like she felt exposed, and then just sighs in defeat. "You know what, I should have known."
Elia ignores her, opening the door and stepping in.
And there it was.
Across from the two of them on top of a podium, was the Grimmerie. The book of all kinds of spells and wonders. The book that can give you wings. Can turn you into a scarecrow or tin man. Can shrink your heart. A scary yet incredible book indeed.
It can be their downfall. And their last hope.
Without much hesitation, Elia was already grabbing the book and putting it in her bag.
"Great! You have the Grimmerie! Now can we please leave without anyone, especially her, from finding you." Gelphine asked, desperate to leave right this instant.
Elia nodded. The longer she was here, the more she wanted to kill a certain weather sorcerous.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
The two of them bite back a curse.
Speak of the devil and she will appear.
Elia turned around, facing the vile, despicable, cruel (She could go on forever. But to save time, that was all to be described) woman that was Morrible. Age really did take its toll with all the wrinkles on her face and body. Was also shorter too with disheveled hair. Time did not do her any good.
"Well, we meet face to face once again." she greeted, an obviously fake smile plastered on her face all crooked.
"Yeah, I'd rather not face that face of yours." Elia replied, looking away to make her point.
Gelphine wanted, oh so much wanted, to get away from the situation as much as possible. Away from the woman that caused all of their problems. "Why… just, why? No complications, that's all I ask." she asked pitifully to the world.
Morrible gaze was fixated on Elia, and then onto the satchel carrying the Grimmerie. The witch girl stood her guard, hand firm onto her bag.
No way was she letting go of their only hope.
"No wrong moves, child." Morrible said, face fake along with everything about her, "I suggest you turn yourself in along with the book you're holding. You and I both know you wouldn't want events to get more messy than it already is."
"Yeah, no. Unfortunately for you, stealing from the awful person that killed my family and friends happens to be on my bucket list." Elia remarked.
"I gave you a chance. Multiple in fact. And yet you refuse every time. And every time, you and your family paid the price." she said, walking in circles around the green girl.
Elia scoffed with hate, "Oh gee. I don't know why every time I refuse, you seem to kill off every person I love and cherish. I simply have no idea!" she asked sarcastically, every bit of her words aimed at Horrendible Morrible (As Elia dubbed her).
Morrible's fake kindness facade wore off and she was now glaring at the young woman, "I did what was necessary. Don't you see? Your grandfather-"
"Ew, don't call him that. I already feel shame knowing the fact that I share the same blood as him to make it disgusticified enough for me to kill myself." Elia had a look of disgust at just the mere thought.
"He was doing it for the greater good of Oz."
"And his ways were terrible. I'm glad he's gone. But the only bad thing was that you're still here."
"Watch your words, Wicked Child. I'm picking where he left off and it's benefiting Oz. There were just necessary sacrifices that needed to be done."
"Killing people? And you wonder why the Ozians prefer me over you."
Gelphine was pinching the bridge of her nose hard. It could have hurt if she was alive. Even though she agrees with everything her sister was saying, staying here would only make this heist harder and smacking insults with the evil dictator sorceress was not helping their escape!
But before she could tell Elia that they were wasting crucial time, Gelphine perked her eyes to where Morrible was going and froze.
A lever. A clear bad sign.
"El, we need to go." Gelphine quickly said. She was grateful that one of the greatest side effects to being like this was that she can only be heard by Elia. "Morrible is heading towards a lever."
Noting what she meant, Elia nodded subtly.
Before Morrible could reach the lever in time to trap her, she had done the unexpected for both the sorceress and Gelphine.
Elia, in an instant, held out a gun out of nowhere, locked and loaded. Pointing solely onto the old horrid woman.
"Don't you dare or I'll shoot."
Morrible freezed.
And so did Gelphine.
"Where in Oz did you get a gun?!" asked an incredulous Gelphine, looking at Elia and then the armed gun, "Have you been carrying that this whole time?!"
Elia ignored her, only taking in the fear in Morrible's eyes with pure satisfaction. If only she could take a picture of this moment.
"Is this what they would have wanted?" the scared shitless old woman asked, keeping calm while trying one last resort to be convincing. Which was kind of hard with the gun pointing in her direction. "Do you really think your family, your friends, the people of Oz, Sonia, would accept you becoming a killer?"
The Wicked Witch Child growled. Clearly wanted to do it. To take her name out of that murderer's mouth.
Elia wanted so so badly to make Morrible pay. Pay for tricking her Mother. Pay for hurting her Momsie. For killing them both. For ruining all their lives. For killing Liir, Meadowbrooke, Felici, Venrick, Gelphine, and Sonia. For taking away their happiness.
But despite that, one look of Gelphine's pleading eyes looking at her told her not to pull that trigger. Made her realize.
They wouldn't want that. Wouldn't want to dirty herself like the woman before her.
"No. They wouldn't want me to do it." Elia admitted, lowering her weapon, "I don't want to do it."
Morrible grinned.
"... But to see the look of fear on your face was worth it, bitch."
The old woman frowned, and then tried to quickly grab the lever. But for her, bad luck awaited as the trigger pulled and a gun shot screamed its way through the room.
And then Morrible screamed.
Smoke was coming from the gun after firing.
Elia smiled.
Gelphine was stunned.
And Morrible? She was fuming at the fact that the girl shot her hand away from the lever.
All too happy at what she just did, Elia says "Whoops! My fingers slipped!" and then she made a run for it as fast as possible out the door.
A loud furious yell from behind her, making the green witch girl laugh joyously.
From right, she sees Gelphine floating from her side as she runs. Though focused on running away, Elia could sense that she was annoyed.
"Did you really have to involve a gun in all of this?" Gelphine huffed.
"What? At least I didn't exactly kill her. She deserved it, Gelphie! Besides, scaring Horrendible Morrible shitless was also on my bucket list!"
Before her sister could say more to point out how crazy she was, the blaring alarms stopped them in their tracks. They could hear an angry old vile woman talking from the speakers, attacking orders.
"THE WICKED CHILD OF THE WITCH IS HERE! DON'T LET HER GET AWAY!"
Elia whistled with large surprised eyes, "Huh, now that was fast. Especially with an injured hand." Even though she hated her, the green girl couldn't help but be impressed.
Unlike her sister, Gelphine wasn't taking the whole thing well. "Great! Just great! They're after you! They know you're here!" and then a cry of tired exasperation, "I knew this was a bad idea the moment we got here!"
But to Gelphine's utter shock, Elia had the look in on her face. The same look she knows and dreads.
The spark of determination and mischief.
"Not if I have anything to say about it!"
When Gelphine was about to ask how, a guard found Elia across the room.
"There she is!" was all it took for more guards to appear.
Elia made a fast bolt for it with Gelphine floating behind her. It was a good thing that the green girl was so good at running and evading the cops, because she was faster than the whole Gale Force combined to get far ahead of the chase.
Though, the chase wasn't gonna last long. Because she ended up on top of the balcony on the tall tower.
The same tower that her moms told her and her siblings about. Where her mother first flew.
Where she defied gravity.
And so would she.
"Any bright ideas now?" she hears her sister say, worry etched into every tone of her voice as more guards came.
Elia smirked at her ghost sister, who did not appreciate the sparkle in her eyes.
The witch child turned to look at the guards, who stood strong and triumphant as they readied their weapons. Though they knew she was dangerous, they were sure that they had her cornered where they wanted her.
And yet…
Her condescending smile showed otherwise.
"Well gentlemen, that was a good run! Gonna miss making fun of you all." Elia announced, taking one step back, "But this, you all, is where I make my one final goodbye."
They looked at each other, and then back at her. Their expressions clearly confusified.
Gelphine as well. "El, what-"
To the ghost girl's shocking distress, She jumped off the balcony.
Gelphine heart seemed to have stopped. She sees her sister, falling down in full force.
"ELIA!" she shrieked in complete horror. Tears in her eyes and dread overtaking her senses even in death.
Gelphine would have been crying out bottles of tears if she wasn't dead. Her heart would have been beating so fast with adrenaline if she would have had a heart. Instead, her thoughts were rushing as if wishing none of this was happening. Hope was vanishing within her core.
But then she hears a whistle.
Elia… was flying a broom. Their mother's old broom. The one that hasn't been used in years after her actual death.
In the air, for all to see, was Elia Upland-Thropp. The Wicked Child of the Witch. Flying sky high on her mother's broom. Just like Elphaba had done all those years ago. Flying so high and defying gravity as the sun began to rise.
But unlike her, she just took a bow as if she were in a performance. And then feeling victorious, she flew off.
"Well that was fun!"
"Are you kidding?! You nearly died!"
"And yet here I am!"
The two sisters, one holding the broom in her hand and the other floating, were heading home after that long flight. And the whole time, Gelphine wanted to pull her sister's ear for doing that crazy stunt. Too bad her hands were intangible to even try.
But hey, at least she has a mouth. And someone that can hear her.
"Do you know how scared I was?! I had a freakin heart attack! If I wasn't already dead, I would have been dead either way after that trick!"
Much to Gelphine's dismay, Elia just rolled her eyes, "Would stop it. I survived at least. The heist was successful. Now, we can move onto phase 2."
Even in the afterlife, Gelphine still has to live with her sister's crazy plans, "And what would you have done if the broom didn't manage to get to you in time? What would happen then?
Much to Gelphine's horror, Elia's lips were silent. It makes it seem like she won an argument, but that wasn't it. Instead, it just confirmed one thing to the ghost, making her paler than her skin was already after death. Worry settled in firmly in her head at the clear implications.
"Elia-"
"Don't."
"You can't be serious. I thought we already-"
"I said don't." and her tone of voice was making it final, which shut her younger sister off. It made her more serious. And so unlike Elia.
They stayed the whole way home silent after that, neither of them wanted to say a single word.
Elia finally broke the silence once her line of sight was onto the cottage from ahead, "Hey! We're here!"
Gelphine still says nothing. Just floating there while watching the green girl take out her keys to their home and unlocking the door.
The inside had only one couch and a table. Not to mention a measly kitchen and one bedroom. And… that was pretty much it.
Their place wasn't much, but it was homey. Homey as it can get and better than living in the Emerald City. It was the safest place they could hide away from the Gale Force. That, and the old castle of the Wicked Witch of the West. Though, it was torn down years ago after their mother's "death" so it doesn't really count.
"Finally! You're here! Where were you?! Going to take a drink at Rowand's shouldn't take that long!"
Corvyn, the crow, immediately flew to Elia's side in extreme worry all over his face. After all the times of watching over the Upland-Thropps with the help of a black cat and a conniving snake for their mothers, Elia seems to be the one to cause the most problems.
Elia hummed, "Well, took a small detour and a well deserved reward." rummaging her bag, she showed off her newly prized Grimmerie in her hands like a trophy.
Like Gelphine, Corvyn did not take that well and his expression was shocked beyond belief for a crow, "What- you stole from the Emerald Palace. What were you thinking?! You could have been captured! Killed!"
"That's what I said." Gelphine muttered. To her disappointment, Corvyn couldn't hear her. Elia can, but she chooses to ignore her.
Elia just waved it off, "Hey, I succeeded!"
"Barely…"
"That's too risky! What if Morrible saw you!?"
"She did…"
"Oh, she did." Elia said, repeating what her sister had just said with less displeasure.
That seemed to have made the bird even more stuttery and worried, wings flailing to show his panic. "She what?!"
"Don't worry, I dealt with her."
"With a gun." Her sister replied, putting more depth in the word.
"But hey, at least I have the Grimmerie!"
Disbelief was written all over his feathery body, knowing full well there was more to the story but wouldn't tell him, "Why were you even trying to steal the Grimmerie in the first place?! What spell are you even trying to use?!"
"Now that I think about it, yeah." Gelphine replied, looking at her sister sternly, "You never told me what you were going to use it for."
"Simple, use a time travel spell."
The silence in the room felt awkward as hell for Elia.
"... You can do that?" asked Corvyn, surprised, "Is there really a spell for that?"
"No. There isn't." Gelphine stated, cutting off Elia from the answer for the crow's question, "If there were, Mother would have used it already."
"Hah. See, interesting theory here with that." Elia said, hand on her chin to think, "How do I put this into words?"
Both of them had their mouths shut. They kept looking at her to share on this assumed "Theory" of hers. The two of them knew that this theory is gonna be either insanely genius or downright insane.
Elia sighed, "You know the story of how Aunt Nessa tried to use one of the spells but it backfired really badly?"
"Yeah…"
"Well, that was due to getting the spell wrong. And, after doing a bit of thinking, I came to the conclusion that the different words in the spell can determine the reaction."
Gelphine was in deep thought, trying to wrap her head around what her sister had just said.
"Care to elaborate?" asked Corvyn, not understanding a single thing.
Elia groaned, "Okay, you know ketchup, right? It's delicious. Goes great with fries and other foods."
They nodded slowly.
"And then you have cucumbers. Nice juicy cucumbers."
They nodded again.
"Now, although both are delicious, they are both terrible together. It's downright disgustifying. Once you eat them both at the same time, you can't help but cringe."
They stare at her. Not saying a single comment.
Not fazed by the lack of response, Elia just continued, "The words are like that. One part can have a huge impact. Same with another. But if you combine the wrong words, you get a negative effect. If you get the right words put together perfectly, you'd receive something beautiful and tasteful."
They stared. Blinking once. Then twice.
Elia sighed, embarrassed, "Look, I was hungry when I came up with this. The point is that if I take out syllables from the spell incantations and put them carefully together to make the correct meaning, then I might be able to create a whole new spell. A time travel spell!"
After she was done, the two of them let her words slowly sink in.
A brand new spell. A time travel spell. A spell that can take them anywhere in time.
And the one creating it…
"And would it work?" Corvyn finally asked, uncertainly.
Nervous, the witch rubbed the back of her neck and looked away, "Well, I haven't tested it yet. There's a probability that it might blow up in my face. Or reverse my age. Or perhaps disintegrate everything."
Gelphine pale at the infinite possibilities. The fate of existence was in the hands of her older sister. The same sister that takes too many risks. The exact same sister that jumps out of a balcony. Who gives more heart attacks than she can count on both hands and feet.
Elia Upland-Thropp is gonna use a brand new untested spell. The thought alone was scary enough.
"... There's nothing stopping you from doing it, isn't there?"
"Nope!" she said, all too casual.
"Is… is that why you put all our belongings and supplies in the never-ending sack?" Corvyn asked, remembering the emptiness in the cottage as he glanced at the small sack on the couch.
A sack created to put all kinds of items. Elphaba created it to store anything in case they needed anything. Was perfect for vacations. And to hide the dangerous stuff from the kids when they were younger.
Elia went to the table, placing the Grimmerie onto the table, "Well, we are going to the past. For uncharted territory, we need to be prepared for anything."
"And that includes the popcorn machine you shoved inside?"
She opens it, turning to page with a spell, "Like I said, anything. That includes watching drama!" and then took out a pencil with heart stickers and a sheet of paper.
Gelphine just says out a "what?" and looks at her sister with a face that says, "You're kidding, right?"
Corvyn sighs as if willing to believe anything at this point, "I'll just circle the perimeter in case anyone comes." and then flew out the flap door next to the door.
"You know what?" the ghost girl says, clasping both hands and (tried) sitting down on a nearby chair, "I'll just watch since there isn't much I can do. But if this backfires disastrously, well, it was somewhat good knowing you as a sister."
Elia gave an amused smirk at her, "'Somewhat?'"
"You know what you did."
She just rolled her eyes at her overbearing sister before she brainstormed some spells onto the blank sheet.
"And… done!" Elia exclaimed triumphantly, Holding out the piece of paper with the spell in front of her.
It took a bunch of erasing and erasing. Not to mention a lot of rethinking and more rethinking. And also many page flipping for references. But she finally did it.
The time travel spell.
It might doom them all.
But it might just be their only hope of fixing things.
Gelphine looked at the words. To a random person, it might look like a bunch of complete gibberish. But only the select few, it's a lost language that needed to be decipherated. And for the children of the Wicked Witch, they were part of the select few.
"Do you really think it could work?"
"Nope. But here's trying."
Just then out of nowhere, Corvyn came swooping inside, having disheveled feathers left behind his wake. He was flocking his wings in distress rapidly.
"Gale Force! They're coming this way! They've found us! They're here for the Grimmerie!" he shrieked, catching his breath.
The sisters looked at each other. Sharing a knowing look, Elia grabbed the sack and her broom. As she tied the sack to the broom's end, the witch girl grabbed the crow, earning a cawing yelp at the action as he was being put onto the wooden broom like a bird stand.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!*
"OPEN UP! WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!"
"Shit they're here." Corvyn muttered.
Gelphine, scared for her bird friend and sister, stayed extremely close to their side. The ghost girl looks at her older sister with desperate and pleading eyes.
Elia ignored loud and commanding yells and orders, looking at the empty page in the Grimmerie. She instantly took out a blue pen and started writing the spell.
More banging. The door sounded like it couldn't hold them off for now.
It was struggling for the witch. The pressure of her pen on the page layed rough. "Almost…"
"OPEN AT ONCE!"
Just a few more…
"Hurry!" Corvyn shouted.
Then the final word to the spell.
"DONE!" Elia exclaimed.
Relief washed over them all.
"Good! Now lets-"
CRASH!*
The three jolted from the surprised uninvited guest.
"Nobody moves! You're under arrest!"
Without a second thought, Elia went to the door and locked the door disregarding a clock tick. She reads the spell, words feuling her heart and soul onto her voice.
"HEY! OPEN THIS DOOR IMMEDIATELY!"
"We don't have much time!"
"EL!"
Emotions clashed within her. Fear. Protectiveness. Anxiety. Pressure. Anger. Guilt. Grief. Sorrow. Longing. Mixed deep inside and thrusted into her words.
The more the emotion, the stronger the spell.
Like her mothers taught her.
Flash!*
… It worked.
All three of them couldn't believe their eyes. In front of them was a large white, blue, purple, and pink portal, flickering with static and sparks. It was unlike anything they have ever seen!
From inside, you could hear voices. Voices throughout time!
It was amazing. Extravagant! Beautiful!
"WE'RE WARNING YOU! OPEN THE DOOR OR WE'LL DO IT OURSELVES!"
And that was their cue!
Gelphine looked at her older sister, "Are you ready?"
Elia just smiled, "Who do you think I am?"
Without warning, second thoughts, or doubts. All three of them stepped inside, sucking them in like a void.
They were gone.
Just in time for the portal to close and the Gale Force to barge in, only to find nothing.
Never to come back.