She was the perfect child, second inline for the throne, until she wasn't. The burned ones aren't the only threat Alfea faces, irreversible damage caused and secrets kept. As a child you learn that light is good and shadows are bad, but what happen...
｡･:*:･ﾟ★,"Please tell me I didn't give a drug addict another fix."｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
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｡･:*:･ﾟ★,"Don't worry, dear brother."｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
Beatrix
I turn away from the door, unable to bear the sight of Stella and Brandon kissing. My thoughts race with all the information I've suddenly gathered. Part of me wishes I had never followed Stella in the first place but this- this changes things. This changes everything.
Well, not exactly. Tavi and I always knew she was obsessed with bringing back the old ways. Ocatvia's shadows are proof that at least one of her experiments works but her next goal? The shape shifters, the Dumaris. It's obvious she wants to use Irene's power, or blood or something or other to allow the Dumaris to shift once more.
And the fact I was in Asterdell with Bloom. She must have stolen me from my parents, unless they were the ones experimenting on me. But that could mean- no. fuck no. Rosalind is not getting out to do that. To do that to me or Octavia and her mates.
I storm through the halls, allowing the silence to echo my thoughts until I reach the pure chaos of the courtyard. Oh Helios. It's so much busier than before. I don't hesitate to get to work, having passed on the orders for every spare person to help out before I followed Stella.
I can see Irene at the far end of the hall, giving out orders as she tends to the less severely wounded. I don't like this. I don't like having her so exposed to so many people when we're undefended and vulnerable. It's not safe. Not when someone could take her at any moment.
Who did she manage to trick anyways? If she didn't get in Bloom's head then she must have gotten to someone else. I need to find them before things get out of hand. But if Bloom is right and Rosalind was experimenting on people, lots of people. How many babies had she taken? How many people had gone missing? Soldiers that would follow her orders without question thanks to those little mind tricks of hers.
If I can't get those families' answers from Rosalind the least I can get them is justice and the knowledge that she can never hurt another child again. A familiar mop of Blonde hair has me freezing in place. Sky. I'm by my brother's side in seconds, taking in his injured side.
"What happened, I demand." As I help the healers shift him onto a table. "Burned One?"
"Rogue cave goblin." He hisses.
The wound's deep. Bad deep. I can already see infection has set in, flakes of rust from the blade have peeled off as well. Of course Goblins don't bother to clean and care for their weapons. I grab a medic kit from underneath the table.
"What's it like out there?" I question as I begin cleaning the area around the wound in broad swipes to get rid of the blood caked there. "All of our Omada still standing?"
