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Lost In Time
An unbearable throbbing sensation hit her like intense tidal waves crashing onto the rocky shores. It wasn't that, it was just as if she'd had awakened from a long deep slumber (one that felt like all eternity). Dragons. She hated this feeling. The young girl could feel her stomach twist and turn—feeling utterly nauseous almost wanting to vomit in her very spot.
"Is she alright Headmistress Faragonda?" A concerned voice asked that had obviously belonged to a woman's.
Soft voices faded in and out as the young girl had tried to process in what they were saying and also her surroundings.
An older voice—clearly indicating it was a woman who was speaking—in a kind and gentle tone.
"I believe that she is, but I can't fully say for sure that the girl is alright until she's awake."
"But how is this even possible? The girl doesn't even exist until fifteen years later from now? The girl is my son's daughter—my grandchild."
This time the voice was far deeper and intense—clearly indicating that a man was speaking—highly concerned about the well-being of the young girl who was resting in the infirmary office.
"From her memories that we'd seen, it's highly clear that this dark wizard Valtor was trying to kill her. He nearly succeeded in doing so. Bloom is even lucky to be alive and somehow from all what had happened to her. And I daresay, there had been a fluke in his plans that sent the girl back into the past. King Hyperion and Queen Leilani, I urge you to think of the girl who happens to be your future granddaughter. So what are you going to do about her?"
The high blurred fretting voices that Bloom heard kept fading in and out.
She could barely understand what they were discussing about. Nothing had made any sense to her.
Bloom had felt sore and utterly exhausted. Perhaps it'd been from the final showdown between her and Valtor as he indeed threw powerful, painful spells directly at her trying to murder her in the process of achieving his great plans. She couldn't even will her own-self to wake up. Bloom had kept slipping into the darkness everytime she had tried to force herself to open her eyelids.
With the little amount of strength she had, Bloom had willfully forced herself to open her eyelids. It had caused her to squint due to the extreme brightness that welcomed her in the room.
The girl groaned, catching the attention of the few adults who were discussing important things in regards to her own wellbeing. She slowly placed a hand on her throbbing head, as Bloom could feel the intense pain pounding her head almost into the next century.
Her visions were slowly clearing up and her blue eyes had instantly widened on seeing four people in the infirmary room who were overlooking her current health status. She knitted her eyebrows upwards—baffled about the unidentified individuals within the room. She hardly recognized any of them expect for the elderly woman.
She glanced at her own hands, she couldn't even remember what had fully happened to her or even worse, she couldn't even remember her own name and who she was for that matter. Confusion had filled her mind.
What was going on?
What had happened to her that made everyone so worried about her?
Why couldn't she be able to remember anything at all?
Bloom had tried to recall her memories so hard, but unfortunately it'd seemed to her own terrible luck as it was, it was beyond her own reach. The more she'd tried to grasp at it, the farther it slipped from her slender fingers.
A kind woman, who appeared to be in her late age, white hair neatly in a bun and sharp blue eyes that flickered with upmost worry. "Why hello my dear child? How are you feeling? I'm not too sure if you recognize me now, but I'm Headmistress Faragonda."
Bloom forced a small smile on her face, trying to ignore her throbbing headache that seemed to be going on endlessly.
"Fine I suppose, but my head is hurting so badly that I feel like my head is about to explode."
"Well, I would imagine that would happen especially through the ordeal you'd been put through, my child. But may I ask what had happened to you?" Faragonda asked, curiosity laced in her voice.
This made the girl freeze in her place.
Bloom wasn't entirely sure how she was going to answer that question, as she felt blood rushing to her pale cheeks—quite embarrassed for that matter. Her fingers had gripped the edges of her ruffle jeans skirt, nervously. She had averted her gaze, unknowing how to answer such a weighty question. In a way, shame had crossed her face for not knowing what had happened to her or how she'd ended up in such situation.
"I don't remember." Bloom said much to her dismay, tears filling her eyes as she gazed at the older woman. "I-I can't even remember anything nor who I am."
Bloom hated the fact that she couldn't provided them any kind of valuable information they needed. She had broke down into sorrowful sobs. It'd hurt to remember anything at all. It was like. . . there was an empty void in the back of her mind. . . no replay, no memory, no anything. . . just absolute darkness. . .
She felt so afraid, confused, alone, and completely lost.
Bloom hated the feeling of being alone more than anything in the entire universe.
The news had caused the adults to be utterly shocked, as if thunderbolts had stuck from the clouds upon them all. The King and Queen of Domino had appeared to be most affected by such discovery.
Queen Leilani was appalled by the girl's word of horror. She could easily tell that the girl was beyond heartbroken—she was shattered into a million of pieces. The way Bloom was glancing at her and her husband the king (for being in distress).
Faragonda had easily seen the distress on the young girl's face and tried to use her healing magic on Bloom. Her hands were against Bloom's forehead, as the elderly woman summoned her magic, trying to figure out what was wrong with the girl's memories.
Faragonda focused all her concentration. The woman had closed her eyes. She had sensed dark clouds surrounding Bloom's inner mind. It was as if something were preventing her from accessing her memories. Nothing was slipping in or out. Dealing with lost, or unaccessible memories wasn't going to be an easy feat to accomplish. The dark aura that hung on the girl's mind was rather complexed for anyone to be healed from, but it wasn't entirely impossible.
"There's a barrier that's preventing her from accessing her memories." Faragonda declared to the king and queen with a frown on her face. The King and Queen appeared to be disturbed by such news.
"Do you think she would be able to retain her memories back?" Leilani asked, hope shinning in her dark brown eyes—wondering if her future granddaughter would be able to recall her memories.
Faragonda had chosen her words carefully, not wanting to provide the man and woman before her with full of hope about the dreadful situation. "To be honest, I can't determine for sure if Bloom would be able too. She could get her memories back or possibly not at all. Time would only tell."
Queen Leilani flinched at those words as the woman hoped it wouldn't come to that—she prayed to the Great Dragon that her grandchild would be able to get her memories back as for she didn't want Bloom to suffer amnesia. It's a painful and heartbreaking experience for anyone to go through.
"Why don't I give you three some privacy, while I'll contact Headmaster Saladin and inform him of the situation. I'm most certain you want Oritel and Marion to be informed, after all, both should know the truth as this would be rather difficult to hide." Faragonda pushed her small glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Otherwise there will be questions about why Bloom possesses the Dragon Flame in the first place."
Faragonda had stepped away, allowing King Hyperion and Queen Leilani to meet their future granddaughter, Bloom, and giving them some privacy to talk things out.
Bloom glanced at the majestic King and Queen of Domino who approached her way.
Queen Leilani was radiant and young looking. Her long brown hair flowing behind her, gently catching the slight breeze within the room. The pale blue royal gown hugged her body, from the waist down as it swished about her. A golden crown gleamed under the rays of the sun that streamed into the infirmary room. The woman had a soft, but yet worried expression on her face as a small comforting smile appeared on her face.
King Hyperion on the other hand, stood tall and proud, wearing a navy robe with a golden crown on his dirty-blond hair. Concern and somewhat anger were flickering in his hazel eyes. His gaze flickering from his wife to his granddaughter who sat on the plushy bed, gazing at him with innocence and confusion.
"Do you think Oritel will understand the situation, my love?" Leilani addressed her husband for his opinion regarding the girl's presence. Leilani was all familiar with her son's stubborn nature, including his infamous temper as well.
Oritel would probbably refuse Bloom's existence out of disbelief in regards to the situation. Leilani was afraid that her son might unintentionally hurt the girl with his harsh words. But at the same time, Oritel had a calm and caring tendency towards people. She hoped Oritel would be rather understanding of the mysterious circumstance and not make this more of an issue than it already was. Her motherly intuition had told her that he would be taken by surprise.
"He will Leila and if not I will straighten our son personally." Hyperion told his beloved wife—reassuring her if their son acted so irrationally and stubborn he'll personally will make sure to draw the line whether or not he'd like it.
Leilani had looked softly at her granddaughter who seemed to be absorbing in her surroundings. She had grabbed Bloom's hand in her own. Something incredible happened upon her mere touch, almost like a magical connection that had formed between the two women, as the warm magic had washed over the queen in complete familiarity. A comforting smile appeared on the queen's face.
Marion was unpacking her things from her suitcases, and neatly organizing it into her closet, until a certain blond-haired fairy came into her dorm screaming over something that must've took in her interest greatly.
"Marion! Something incredible just happened!" the fairy gushed excitedly.
The redhead quirked a single brow at her best-friend. "What is it this time, Luna?"
"You're not going to believe it!" Luna tried to suppress her enthusiasm, but the girl was failing at it epically and continued on with a stretched smile on her face. "You're not trying to take a guess, Marion?"
Marion had tried to read the aura on her best-friend's expression: the absolute eagerness in her dark blue eyes, the giggles in her voice, and the way Luna gushed about something in particularly had only left Marion with one explanation. Radius had to be somehow involved in a way that Luna was behaving this way. More likely she was fawning at whatever idea Radius had told her, or perhaps he was taking Luna out on a date—somewhere romantically special?
"Is Radius somehow involved?"
A large grin widened on Luna's face. "Of course he is! That's stating the very obvious!"
Marion furrowed her brows at the moony fairy. "But last week didn't you say he was being obnoxiously annoying to you?"
Luna made a face at Marion and she rolled her dark blue eyes.
"Well I only said he was being dramatic, but anyways, Radius has invited me and all of you guys to the Solarian Sun Ball! It's going to be ecstatic—and he's going to introduce me to his parents. I have to impress them—oh you've got to help me select which dress to pick Marion!"
Marion had given her best-friend a tight embrace; she was genuinely thrilled for Luna. "I'm so happy for you Luna!"
Luna pulled away from her Marion's hug and looked at her. A smirk played Luna's lips.
"So what about you and Oritel then?" Luna winked, after hearing all about Radius's rambling lately that revolved around Oritel who was practically fawning over Marion rather hardly. "I'm most certain that there is something going on between the two of you."
Marion's cheeks had flushed brightly especially whenever one of her friends would question her about the relationship she had with Crown Prince Oritel who was the prince of her realm.
Prince Oritel, if Marion had to admit to herself secretly, was a handsome man. The way she would be lost in his dark brown eyes—the eyes she'd so much adored and the way Oritel would speak to her alone in his deep gentle voice would make her heart flutter right out of her chest. Oritel had made her feel the luckiest girl in the entire universe, even though he was only talking her. Marion knew him from her early childhood years, but she had refrained on just being friends.
At times, when Marion found herself being stared by the prince, it had caused her to stutter in her words, finding herself unable to speak properly in front of Oritel. At times, she hated herself for it. The charm Oritel held over her was powerful that it made her melt into a puddle.
And there was a time, when Oritel had tossed her a sexy grin her way, causing Marion to lose her grip on the glass of water, which had spilled all over her new dress that her mother had bought her. It'd been downright embarrassing for her. Her face had been scarlet—completely mortified to see the prince rushing to her aid. Oritel had helped her clean up the mess she'd made herself; Marion would never forget it ever even though Oritel had reassured her that accidents do happen.
"Hello! Magix to Marion! Are you there?" Luna snapped her fingers in front of her friend's vividly emerald-green eyes, who apparently was lost in her own daydreaming thoughts.
"Uh-" a dazed Marion uttered.
Luna facepalmed her forehead and exclaimed. "Honestly! Marion weren't you hearing a single word I was saying?"
"No not really Luna," Marion admitted rather pathetically.
"I was talking about Oritel's feelings about you! He clearly has deep if not, desirable feelings towards you," Luna pointed out, as she fiddled with the strands of her blond hair, smiling at her friend.
"But we're just friends Luna you know that." Marion spoke quietly, shying away over the fact of a possibly of her and Oritel growing quite closer to each other, romantically.
Before Luna could say anything to her best-friend, a soft knock was heard on the door as it slightly creaked opened, revealing a girl with dark-brown hair and dark skin colored, and teal eyes. It was no other than Niobe herself, beaming at the two of her friends as the girl walked in Marion's single dorm.
"I was looking for the two of you, especially you Marion." Niobe glanced at the redhead, but something, almost like mischief flickered in her eyes as she approached her two friends, as if she knew a secret that they hadn't know about. "Ms. Griselda is looking for you. She told me to fetch you and go to the infirmary. She looked rather odd for some reason."
"Me? But why? And the infirmary too?" Marion pressed her lips together, confusion filled her green eyes, as if trying to find a connection to all what her friend was telling her about. "Do you know what's going on Niobe?"
Niobe shrugged. "I'm not entirely sure, but I wanted to tell you that oddly enough for some reason, I'd seen Oritel's parents earlier with Headmistress Faragonda. Marion, do you know why they're here since you're friendly with Oritel?"
All color had drained from Marion's face—utterly bewildered by Niobe's statement.
Oritel's parents were here with Headmistress Faragonda. It was clear to her that the King and Queen had probably wanted something from her since it was most likely a request. Marion had an unsettling feeling lingering in her stomach, something she'd never experienced from before. Marion felt as if butterflies were swirling all around in her stomach. Nervousness had washed over her entire being.
What had the King and Queen of Domino wanted from her?
Last she checked, Marion hadn't done anything to disturb the rulers of her realm. Oddly enough, Marion wasn't entirely sure why the rulers of Domino had even wanted her in the infirmary office as well.
Nothing was making any sense to her.
"Why don't you find out Marion? After all, it doesn't have to be something terrible as you imagine it to be." Luna elaborated, not looking too concern, but she was rather curious of the situation. Niobe had agreed with the moon fairy.
"You do have a point, Luna. I might be overreacting," Marion had let out a sigh in defeat. She had no other choice, but to see what was really going on and why the royal family was requesting to see her. Any fears Marion had, she had to force them away for the time being. "Well, then, I'll see you girls later."
Marion had left the dorm. She had found herself walking through the graceful, delicate corridors of Alfea, alone, making her way to the infirmary supposedly where she was going to meet the Headmistress and royal family. Her thoughts had drifted off to the concern she had earlier—it hadn't lessen much of anxiety at all.
Why her out of all people had the King and Queen wanted to speak to her?
Marion knew that in the last few months, she was getting rather close with Oritel—their relationship was progressing more—perhaps the King and Queen was seeing more than a blossoming friendship.
At such a thought, Marion felt the heat rush to her cheeks.
There was so many things Marion could simply list off.
But what hadn't made any sense was why King Hyperion and Queen Leilani were at Alfea, visiting the infirmary. They had no daughter, but an only son who attended Red-Fountain. Their dearly spoiled son, Crown Prince Oritel, who was a few years older than herself, was in his fifth and final year at Red-Fountain.
The question still remains in her head: why?
Marion had come to a full halt as her emerald-green eyes had widened in surprise. This was certainly unexpected—she hadn't imagine to see him here at Alfea. It had raised even more questions as it had dwelled in her mind even further.
"Oritel?"
"Marion?"
Marion noticed that Oritel was following the Headmaster Saladin of Red-Fountain, guiding him to Alfea's infirmary. Although, she could easily see the puzzlement on his face as well.
Oritel had approached his best-friend, the girl he knew from his childhood years. He had given her a warmhearted smile; Oritel noticed the blood rushing to Marion's pale cheeks, easily causing her to turn her face away from him. Oritel for his part, had draped his arm around the girl's shoulder—bringing her closer to him.
"It's quite a surprise running into you, here today?" Oritel had grinned; his dark brown eyes radiating with so much spark and wonder that lurked in his eyes. "So, where are you heading off Marion?"
Marion had glanced at Oritel's handsome face. She blinked her eyes. It had appeared to her, that Oritel, wasn't aware of the fact that Headmistress Faragonda and his parents had requested her presence in the infirmary office as well. She had swallowed hardly.
"Well, I guess I'm heading to the same place you're going, I suppose."
Oritel raised an eyebrow at the girl. "Seriously?"
"I don't know why your parents want to see me! I'm really nervous Oritel!" Marion exclaimed a little too loudly, much to her own paranoia. Who can blame her? Anyone would be freaking nervous especially if that someone was going to meet the royal family of their own realm.
"Why are you nervous of seeing my parents? You always see them from time to time in the palace." Oritel had tried to reassure Marion with a soft smile. "Besides, they like you a lot. They think you'll make a fine Queen one day."
Marion had nearly slipped if it hadn't been for Oritel's strong hold on her. Her face was blistering red. She was certain that those words weren't meant for her ears to hear, it was more of Oritel's comment to himself. ". . . ."
"Look don't be stressed about it. Maybe it's nothing as what you might fear it'd be. Had it crossed your mind that they want you to heal someone they know, since you're very gifted in the arts of healing?" Oritel said smoothly.
Marion blushed fiercely at Oritel's comment about her magical abilities.
"You're right I suppose. . . but still. . ." Marion trailed off; still appearing somewhat agitated by the whole ordeal.
"Don't worry Marion. Everything will probably be fine." Oritel told her reassuringly.
Oritel and Mario had entered the infirmary room where the Headmistress had awaited with a soft expression on her face—greeting Marion and Oritel. The two had took a seat on the sofa chairs across from Faragonda.
"I'm glad that the two of you came here. There's urgent news that needs to be discussed between the two of you," Faragonda said, seriously.
"Urgent news? Like what Headmistress?" Marion asked curiously.
Oritel's deep brown eyes had shifted onto his parents who were with a girl who appeared to be around the same age as him and Marion. She had bright red hair just like Marion with the brightest blue eyes he'd ever seen and pale complexion. Though even from a far distance, he could easily tell that the girl oddly enough (in the most bizarre way possible) looked like a spitting image of Marion—the girl's features were exactly like her.
Did Marion have a long-lost sibling? But Oritel knew that Marion only had one sibling, a brother named Alec for that matter who was in his same exact year at Red-Fountain. Perhaps the unknown girl was a missing sister?
That would mean Marion's parents would be involved in this matter and not his mother and father. Everything was rather, strange, and nothing was making sense to him. He was as confused as Marion.
What was going on?
Nothing seemed to be adding up.
His parents were being highly kind to the girl and helping with something in particular—the way his mother had touched the girl's cheeks lovingly like that, just added more confusion to him and Marion. It was a strange behavior his mother had done. His mother would rarely show off such strong emotional affections to a stranger.
King Hyperion had left his wife with their future granddaughter—approaching Oritel and Marion.
"Your Majesty." Marion gave a slight bow to the King before her.
"There's no need for you to be formal with me or the Queen, my child. You're a family-friend of ours." Hyperion told the girl with a smile on his face, before being replaced with utmost concern as he glanced at his son, Oritel.
Marion even noted that Oritel was unaware of what was going on as well. She could tell that there was something serious going on in the infirmary room, something that had to be discussed with her and Oritel.
"Father, what's going on exactly?" Oritel had insisted.
The Queen was rather fond of the unknown girl, which, Oritel had suspected had something to do with the girl's presence. Something about that girl's magic. . . in a very odd and peculiar way was similar to his own signature magic. The same Dragon Flame that was burning within him was burning within the girl.
Another person—fairy—who wielded the magic of the Dragon Flame.
"Mother." Oritel said.
"Well," Queen Leilani begun, her lips pressed together as she exchanged hopeful glances between her son, Oritel, Marion and her granddaughter, Bloom. "It's quite a long and complicated story. The matter is utmost serious and not something to take so lightly, Oritel."
Oritel had detected the strange sternness in his mother's voice—often a tone she used when discussing crucial matters, something for to pay heed to without acting irrational. Disobeying his mother's warning was something he would never dream of attempting to do. Getting on her bad side was not a smart thing, she can be very threatening and menacing if the opportunity presents itself. The Queen can be as terrifying as her husband, the King.
"What is it?" Marion asked gently, her vividly emerald-green eyes grew rather curious of the girl besides the Queen who apparently looked like a mirror image of her own self. It was rather uncanny.
Marion's gaze was firmly planted on the girl as if she was trying to read her aura. She looked somewhat vulnerable and highly curious of her new founded surroundings. Something about her just. . . made Marion feel as if she knew her from somewhere. . . the girl's magic was very powerful almost like the source that rivaled Oritel's type of magic.
"This girl, she's from the future. We're not entirely sure how she'd even landed in the past timeline, in which she hadn't existed yet." King Hyperion pointed out immediately without having to use so many detours in getting his point across.
"Future? But is that even possible?" Oritel was astounded by such knowledge; his eyebrows were raised as he eyed the girl.
"I've heard that it's possible and sometimes you can go back in time or into the future, if you have such a gift," Marion said.
She had come across a book in Alfea's library about some gifted fairy's phenomenal ability of bending time, thus, explaining about the theories of time-travel in the simplest of ways. It was quite an interesting read, but unfortunately fairies who are gifted with such abilities are extremely rare. No one had seen such a gift in several centuries. But that doesn't explain the currently situation with the girl, her magical signature rivaled Oritel's.
"But what does this have to do with me and Marion?" Oritel asked for more clarity.
"We're getting to that point Oritel," Faragonda interjected. She had snapped her fingers, suddenly a golden blinding light had flashed in the room. A family tree had appeared but it looked slightly different. "This is the girl's family tree, but pay close attention Oritel to the names that are on it."
Oritel and Marion were paying close attention to the girl's family tree, in which looked very, very similar to that of Oritel's family tree. The prince had noticed that Marion's name had bonded to his own and with that, apparently there were two children beneath their own names (in which they hadn't existed yet) that happened to be both daughters.
Marion's emerald-green eyes had widen as she glanced at Oritel who was astounded as well. Not a single word could be uttered from her lips as she was trying to process the new information into her brain. This was the urgent news that Headmistress Faragonda and the King and Queen had to share with her and Oritel. Even Oritel was speechless. It was too surreal.
The girl who stood besides the Queen was her future daughter?
Hers and Oritel's future daughter?
Her child.
Wait. Her mind simply couldn't wrap around the fact, that she of all people, would actually marry Crown Prince Oritel and have two children together. Both daughters. She could hardly blink her eyes.
Marion wasn't entirely sure what to make out of it, neither did Oritel. He appeared to be astonished. All coloring drained from his face. She couldn't tear her gaze off of the girl, who had somehow ended up in hers and Oritel's timeline.
"So let me get this straight, you're trying to tell me that, that girl there—" Oritel pointed his finger. "—is my future daughter. I mean, mine and Marion's future daughter is what I'm hearing?"
Queen Leilani had smiled warmly. "I'd knew you would take the news so well, Oritel. Yes. Her name is Bloom, and she's your youngest daughter."