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“Saul—she’s beautiful,” Farah whispered, her voice thick with emotion, her gaze soft as she cradled the tiny form in her arms. Her heart swelled with an overwhelming mix of love and awe as she looked down at the perfect little face, so fragile, yet so full of life.
“She looks like you,” Saul chuckled, his voice a little unsteady, eyes glistening as he stared at the beautiful bundle in Farah’s arms. The way the baby’s tiny features seemed to mirror Farah’s, with her soft, round cheeks and delicate, rosy skin, made his heart beat a little faster, in a rhythm he didn’t quite recognize. She was the living proof of everything they’d built together, so small yet so whole.
The baby’s soft, pudgy cheeks flushed a gentle pink, her eyelids fluttering delicately as if in response to the gentle sounds surrounding her. Her little tuft of red hair peeked from the purple blanket she was wrapped in, a striking contrast against the soft fabric. Farah held her like she was the most precious thing in the world—because she was. Her baby girl, so peaceful in her arms, her tiny hands balled into fists, clutching at nothing and everything all at once, lost in the innocence of sleep.
“She’s beautiful, Farah, Saul, congratulations.” Rosalind spoke, making them both look up at her as she walked over. “May I?”
Farah and Saul exchanged a quick smile, one that was full of shared joy and wonder, before Farah gently shifted the baby in her arms, handing her over with an almost reluctant tenderness. She trusted Rosalind with their most precious treasure, but there was still an ache deep in her chest, the kind only a mother could understand when her child was momentarily out of her care.
Rosalind cradled the child with surprising gentleness, her gaze softening as she looked down at the baby. She didn’t seem to notice the way her own heart tightened as she met the new parents’ eyes. “She’s perfect,” Rosalind murmured.
But then her face shifted, her expression hardened, and her eyes turned white, and before either parent could say a thing or act, it was already too late. The room seemed to fall silent, the air suddenly thick with the weight of her next words.
“I’m sorry. Truly, I am,” she murmured, and the words were like a cold gust of wind. She slowly lifted her gaze from the baby to the new parents, her voice barely a whisper now, but full of finality. “But you can’t keep her.”
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“How could you—?” Bloom’s voice cracked with fury, a hiss of disbelief escaping her lips. Her fists clenched, knuckles white as the words burned in her throat. The woman turned to her, cool and unyielding, as if prepared for this moment.
“I made a choice, Bloom. One that was for the greater good. In time, you’ll understand,” Rosalind declared, her voice calm, almost detached, like she was explaining something trivial.
Bloom’s vision blurred with rage. “You took me from my parents! You erased their memories of me—” Her voice was raw, the pain sharp and cutting. Magic seethed beneath her skin, an insistent pulse, but there was something else—something alien, something darker that surged with it, filling her chest with heat. At that moment, she didn’t care what it was.
“They couldn’t have raised you, Bloom,” Rosalind said, her tone annoyingly placating. “They had duties—duties to the army, to keep fighting for peace. What I did, it was for the best. You will understand that.”
For the best? Bloom’s vision flickered with flashes of memories—of her parents, of them smiling at her, loving her. And then the emptiness, the void where those memories should have been. Her blood boiled, the heat of her fury flooding her veins. “You—had no right to make that choice for them!” she screamed, the words tearing through the air.
Her magic exploded out of her, a violent surge that seemed to crack the very earth beneath her feet. Flames erupted from the ground, rising in twisting columns of heat and light. The power she’d always known was now amplified, swelling beyond anything she had ever felt before. It roared like a beast freed from its cage, thrumming through her with the urgency of her rage.
Amidst the fury, she distantly heard Rosalind’s voice—panic creeping through the edge of the older woman’s usually steady tone. But Bloom didn’t care. She didn’t care about the woman’s fear, or her explanations. She focused on the flames, feeding them with the pain that now defined her.
Rosalind tried to fight against her, but Bloom pushed back, her power now matched by an unfamiliar strength that surged with a ferocity all its own. The fire burned brighter, hotter, the magic alive and furious, as Bloom let it consume everything—everything she had lost.
The fire raged around Bloom, its heat and fury still crackling in the air, but slowly—almost imperceptibly–the presence of Rosalind faded from her senses, slipping away as if she had never been there. The flames, now only a reflection of Bloom’s own anger, began to swirl around her in a way that was almost soothing.
The magic that had once burned with the intensity of her rage now seemed to pulse weakly around her, like a fading fire that couldn’t quite keep the darkness at bay. Its blistering heat faded, dwindling away like the furry that had run through her veins. She felt the last embers of her fury flicker out, but in its wake, an overwhelming emptiness gnawed at her heart.
The magic that had fueled her rage, that had enhanced her power, now curled gently around her like a faint, comforting embrace, drawing her back from the edge.
Pain filled her heart as she stumbled to the ground, tears forming her eyes as she choked back a sob of pain and fear. Her body shook uncontrollably as her heart broke into thousands of tiny pieces even as the overwhelming sensation of her stomach threatening to revolt rolled through her.
I’m the monster — She thought, the dawning terror of what she’d done settling in. I - I killed somebody - I killed somebody with my magic - how - how can I ever use it the same way again?
The thoughts pilfered her mind, flashes of the fire that had ragged the Petters house, of every time she’d lost control, merged in with today’s memories. Her stomach rolled once more and before she could stop it, whatever she’d eaten that day came right back up.
Crawling away from the mess she’d caused, she wrapped her arms around her midsection and screwed her eyes shut as she bent over herself, her forehead touching wet grass before a scream tore itself from her lips. A sob broke through, her grief, pain and fear overwhelming her senses even as the scent of smoke filled her nose. She would have stayed like that had it not been for the screeches that met her ears. All too familiar screeches of Burned Ones. She felt fear fill her as she slowly looked up, her eyes moving through the dark grounds until another screech echoed - this time louder - like they were getting closer.
Fear filled her as she realized the danger the school had been placed into, the danger she caused by letting Rosalind free because Rosalind had taken magic from the land, draining the barrier. She’d caused this - she’d put everybody in danger. She’d caused so much damage. Closing her eyes she bowed her head as her tears built once more until the feeling of something warm swirling around her had her sniffing and slowly re-opening her eyes.
“What – what are you?” she mumbled wetly, her voice hitching as a soft white glow swirled around her. Slowly the glow grew , a warmth seeping into her feeling - protective - loving almost. It felt odd and yet not uncomfortable. More tears fell before she brushed at them. The feelings coming from the light were so strongly contradicting to her own that it left her confused.
“I – don’t understand – you – you want me to help protect?” She mumbled feeling the magic curl around her and grow even warmer, almost as though it was confirming it. “But I just – I just killed somebody, how can I protect them when I’m just as much of a monster as she was?” She questioned weakly, bile rising once more but settling, her tears starting up again but the screeches were getting closer, heading towards the school – towards her friends – towards her parents. The parents she’d been so terrible to – the parents who didn’t know she existed – the parents that – that she’d betrayed by awakening the woman who’d caused them so much pain.
Slowly the small bundle of warmth formed before her, a little bundle of light that glowed, its magic pulsing in front of her. The rhythm that seemed to echo the beat of her own heart. She couldn't help but smile, a bittersweet warmth bloomed in her chest as she reached out. It felt so soft, so comforting–like it was wrapping her in a familiar embrace. It felt like home. It was home - the moment they learn what I’ve become I’ll be thrown in jail - where I belong.
Her breath hitched as the bundle of light pulsed again, stronger now, brighter. A strange, inexplicable sensation flooded her–a mix of warmth, fear, and something after, more fragile. She blinked, her hands trembling as she gazed down at the glowing orb, her heart racing in sync with its steady pulse.
“I – you believe in me?” she whispered, voice barely loud enough to be heard. The light seemed to respond, drawing her in.
“You— you believe in me—even after what I’ve done?” The question hung in the air, fragile as the light she held, her voice thick with a mixture of hope and disbelief. She closed her eyes for a moment, afraid to believe it, but afraid to let go of it, too.
She would protect Alfea, protect the one place she considered her home. She would protect her friends and - and everybody else.
Feeling her magic roar back to life under her skin, her eyes glowed fiercely and the warmth that had been just on the surface consumed her. Closing her eyes she concentrated on the lessons Ms. Dowling – her mother – no it – it had to be Ms. Dowling. She couldn’t think of the woman as her mother, she had no right to enter their lives like that – they – they didn’t even remember her anyway. Still, Ms. Dowling was her teacher and had been trying to teach her how to control her magic. Tried to guide her to use it the right way.
I’ll take these lessons. I’ll make them count, she thought fiercely, her heart pounding. Negative emotions can be dangerous and lead to destructive consequences, something I am far too familiar with. Her thoughts filtered towards Rosalind and again towards the house fire she’d caused before she stamped on those thoughts and took a deep calming breath. Right now you need to be positive Bloom, people are depending on you.
No more destruction. No more pain. This time, she would protect. This time, I’ll get it right.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, she exhaled slowly, centering herself. She reached deep inside, away from the darkness, and focused on the warmth of her positive emotions. She thought of her friends—the girls she’d come to care so much about, how they meant everything to her. She thought of the way they laughed together, how they’d stayed up late during their sleepovers, telling stories, watching movies, and making memories that felt so real, so right .
Her thoughts turned to Aisha, always there to listen, her quiet support a steady anchor when the world felt too heavy. Then there was Stella, the girl who’d been hard to get close to but after effort they’d grown a strong friendship and she knew no matter what Stella would always be there for her. Terra, her plant loving earth fairy who was always ready with a cup of tea or in her case coffee, and Musa who was always willing to listen when needed. She thought of all the crazy things they’d done together, the way they’d dared to be bold and foolish for each other, the way they’d shown up when it mattered most.
Her mind strayed to Ms. Dowling, the woman who had been more than just a teacher. She had been kind— mostly kind—and had tried to help, tried to lead her onto the right path. She’d given her guidance when no one else had. She’d been there when she needed someone, when she needed a mentor, a steady hand. And how had she repaid that kindness? By being a terrible brat. By pushing her away, resisting the help she so desperately needed.
She pressed her hand to her heart, guilt swirling inside her. I could have done better. I should have done better.
The screeches in the distance grew louder, a sound that shook her to her core. She could feel them coming closer now, their presence undeniable.
Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly, her voice steady despite the fear creeping in.
“I will protect you,” she whispered fiercely, her magic crackling like fire around her. “I will protect you all.”
The surge of magic coursed through her veins, wild and strong. She could feel it rising from deep within, a heat that spread like wildfire beneath her skin. Her breath quickened as it consumed her. She let it grow, let it take over, until she could feel it stretching, expanding, until it filled every fiber of her being. This time - this time her magic felt different - it wasn’t rage that consumed her but - something else. A searing heat bloomed between her shoulder blades and her spine arched as the magic rippled outward. She felt her heart pulsing in time with the burning energy, everything was warm.
Had she been more aware of anything other than her magic, she would have noticed how flaming wings had unfurled from her back, how flames had licked at her body, changing her jeans and hoodie into a dark blue sleeveless dress that had a translucent midsection that looked like scales. The same translucent fabric that created elbow length gloves, even her runners had changed to a pair of matching heeled boots.
Eyes glowing, she spotted it. The first Burned One was charging towards her with inhuman speed, its grotesque form – skin charred and peeling, eyes glowing with a malevolent light-charged. Its screech echoed in the air, harsh and guttural, like the sound of something that didn’t belong in this world.
Her pulse spiked, her hands trembled with the weight of what was to come.
The Burned One was close now, its grotesque claws reaching out, its twisting face snarling. She didn’t have time to hesitate, she focused her magic, sensing out the amber within the creature, its weakness. It didn’t take long to anchor on, faster than she’d ever done in class before she unleashed her magic. Fire shot through her hand, the impact sending the creature staggering back, the flames licking at its skin, but it didn’t stop. It never stopped. The creature roared, its skin darkening further as it absorbed the heat, its body a twisted mass of fury.
No, she thought fiercely. I won’t let it be enough. Not this time. With a forceful exhale, she pushed more energy into her magic.
The Burned One charged again, faster this time, its claws slashing through the air. She barely had time to react, but her magic was faster. A barrier of fire erupted between them, an inferno of heat and power that she controlled with a thought. The Burned One howled, slamming against the shield, but it was momentarily halted.
The air around her crackled with tension as she took a step forward, her face set in grim determination. This isn’t just about me. This is for everyone. She focused, the magic thrumming beneath her skin, and with a final burst, she slammed her hands together, sending a massive wave of fire cascading toward the creature. The fire exploded outward in a blinding rush of light, engulfing the Burned One in its flames, leaving nothing but the echo of its screams.
As the flames died down, her breath came in ragged gasps. Bloom's heart hammered in her chest, but there was no time to catch her breath. The roar of another Burned One pierced the air, its grotesque form emerging from the smoke, followed by more of its twisted companions.
She raised her hands, her body still crackling with the magic that swirled just beneath the surface, hungry for release. She could feel the heat intensifying once more, the fire within her an inferno that would consume everything in its path. But even as she prepared to strike, a flicker of doubt crept in. What if it’s not enough?
The ground shook as another Burned One lunged at her, claws extended. Its rancid scent hit her nose—decay, like something long dead. Her thoughts cleared as instinct took over. She couldn’t afford hesitation.
Determination re-ignited, she thrust her arms forward. A massive burst of fire shot from her palms, surging toward the creature. The flames exploded on impact, surrounding the Burned One in a whirlwind of heat and light, but even as the fire crackled and hissed, the creature let out an inhuman screech and staggered forward, its form flickering in the flames.
Bloom gritted her teeth. I can’t just burn them down. Not like this.
The Burned One charged again, its body melting and reforming with each strike, but the magic in her hands surged once more—stronger, more concentrated. She focused, drawing deep within herself, pulling from every ounce of power, every positive emotion she could muster. She would not let these things get to Alfea.
Her next move was swift—she snapped her fingers, and the fire bent to her will. The flames coiled around her like a serpent, a spiraling vortex of burning energy that surged outward with a deafening roar. It slammed into the Burned One, wrapping around it, binding it in an inferno that consumed everything in its path. The creature howled, but there was no escape as the fire tore through its flesh, melting it into nothingness.
But before she could even take a breath, more emerged from the smoke, each one more savage than the last. They were relentless, a swarm of fiery shadows that seemed to feed off the chaos.
She barely had time to react. No choice. I have to end it.
Bloom thrust her hands forward, and in a split second, her magic erupted in a blazing torrent. Fire—hotter, sharper, more intense than anything she’d ever felt before—shot from her fingertips in a devastating arc. The fire pierced through the Burned One’s chest, and it screeched in agony as it collapsed into a heap of ash.
But she wasn’t done.
As the next creature rushed toward her, she pivoted, the magic swirling around her like a tempest. She felt it before she saw it: a pulse of energy, a shift in the air. A wave of magic surged from her feet to the tips of her fingers, a connection she could barely comprehend but couldn’t deny. The Burned Ones were closing in, too many to fight alone. But she wasn’t alone.
In that moment, the memories of her friends flooded her senses—Aisha, Stella, the girls she’d come to trust. Their laughter, their smiles, their unbreakable bond. Her heart raced, but this time, it wasn’t fear. It was strength.
“I’m not alone,” she whispered, the words fueling the power that surged through her veins.
With a cry, Bloom sent her magic sprawling outward, a wave of searing energy that expanded across the battlefield like a living thing. The fire was unstoppable, a blast of pure, concentrated power that engulfed everything in its path. The Burned Ones screeched, but their cries were lost in the firestorm, their forms disintegrating
Bloom’s body trembled from the effort, every muscle screaming in exhaustion, but her gaze remained fixed, eyes narrowed, her breath ragged and unsteady.
She could feel it, the absence of danger. No new screeches, no more terrifying shapes emerging from the smoke. A small breath of relief escaped her, but it was fleeting. Then, the familiar warmth from before surged once more, a comforting presence, and the soft ball of light returned. It hovered near her, its glow pulsing with an inviting energy, and it tugged at her once more. Bloom followed, her steps heavy, but determined.
The light drifted away from her, moving with purpose toward the stone circle. Bloom watched, entranced, as the ball's glow intensified, growing brighter as it sank slowly into the vessel. She felt a gentle pull in her chest, a familiar twinge of magic urging her onward. With great effort, she floated towards the circle, her wings catching the wind, before gently lowering her hand to the stone vessel. She closed her eyes, her fingers grazing the cool stone, feeling the pulse of magic beneath her palm.
She took a deep breath, steadying herself, and let her magic flow through her hands, pouring into the vessel. She’d done part of the work. Now it was time to finish it—to restore what had been stolen, to replace the magic Rosalind had taken, to let the barriers and powers of the land return to Alfea.
The sensation of her magic flowing into the stone circle was intoxicating. It surged around her, like a living force, feeding off her emotions. Her magic pulsed with the love she had for her friends, the burning need to protect them, to make amends for the mistakes she’d made. She gave everything she had—every ounce of power, every breath—into the vessel. The ball of energy grew stronger, brighter, crackling with the force of her will.
And then, something shifted.
As she poured more magic into the vessel, an odd sensation began to fill her and she began to realize that she was feeling a connection to the land like she’d never felt before. She could feel more than just the magic–she could feel everything. The trees, the animals, the very soil beneath her feet–it all spoke to her, alive with the energy she had awakened. But it wasn’t just nature and that realization made her heart skip a beat. Emotions, she could feel the emotions of every person within the grounds, every student and adult. The confusion, the fear, the uncertainty–they all rushed over her like a tidal wave, raw and overwhelming.
It was almost too much. This is all because of me, she thought bitterly, the weight of it crushing her. They’re scared because of my actions. They don’t deserve this. They should feel safe.
Clenching her jaw, she pushed the guilt aside. She couldn’t afford to fall apart now. Not when she was finally using her magic with positive emotions. Taking a deep breath, she began to push her emotions through with her magic.
She tried her hardest to project a sense of security to the school. A sense of safety. It was hard, harder than she had expected. Safety wasn’t something she’d felt in a long time, but she searched for it and thought about everything that could bring that sensation to her. She thought about her friends, about their nights spent giggling and laughing together, how safe she felt surrounded by them and then - then she thought about Ms. Dowling. She might have butted heads with the woman but - she’d always felt safe around the woman.
The feeling of safety of being at home, being surrounded by people you could trust, love, that you believe in and who believed in you.
She poured those memories into the magic, pushing everything she had through the bond she shared with the land. Slowly, she felt it begin to shift. The students, the faculty—they weren’t afraid anymore. The fear that had gripped them began to ease, slipping away like a dissipating storm. Worry faded into a growing sense of calm, and with that, confidence bloomed. She could feel it—feel the magic humming around her, mixing with her own, a powerful current flowing through the land and the people, binding them together.
The barrier was reforming.
She felt it then—a solid pulse of magic that rippled outward, anchoring itself back into place, its power growing as it wrapped itself around the grounds. The air around her seemed to hum with the energy as the barrier flared brightly, solid and unwavering. A warmth filled her chest, and with it, a sudden, profound sense of happiness. A sense of peace. It’s done. The land is safe. The magic whispered to her, urging her to let go.
Bloom’s hands drifted away from the vessel before she slowly descended to the ground, her feet brushing against the grass as her magic finally faded, the intense heat that had surged through her body beginning to ebb.
Exhaustion flooded her in waves. Her head swam, lightheaded and dizzy. Her vision blurred, the world spinning around her. Her limbs felt like they were made of lead, each step heavier than the last. She tried to move, to steady herself, but it was no use. Her knees buckled beneath her, and with a sharp gasp, she collapsed to the ground. She hit the earth with a thud, a weak moan escaping her lips.
There was no strength left to break her fall. She lay there, her cheek pressed against the wet grass, the rain starting to fall around her. It was gentle at first, a soft, comforting touch. But as the darkness crept closer, the rain grew heavier, drenching her. The weight of it was both grounding and overwhelming, the sensation like a veil over her mind, pulling her under.
Bloom closed her eyes, the last of her energy slipping away as she succumbed to the exhaustion, the cool earth and the rain becoming her final anchor before the darkness took her entirely.