Pixie juice? They gave me pixie juice? I come up with all kinds of insults to scream at them. But of course only a giggles excape my lips. The world rocks like a ship tipping over. I reach down to the ground to find something that's not rocking. I don't make it. Brooke catches my arm before I can protest.
A bright light shimmers. No not one, three lights burn brighter and brighter. It's the pixies. They're on... fire? I try to look for Zailor, for some kind of fireball that would set them off. But then the light burns down as quickly as it came on. Replacing the small pixies into full grown women. Literally breathtaking beautiful women.
All three of them run to me; lifting me into the air.
"No." I cry out.
But they don't stop. I close my eyes trying to steading myself, as they lift me onto a cloud where I flout upward and onward.
The next thing I know. I'm sitting in front of a mirror, waring a yellow and white dress. My hair is pulled back and curls frame my face. Delicate fingers intertwine with my hair, as the woman behinds me, tosses and teases the curls into a shape. I gasp. It's a memory before... I'm swimming through a memory before Macy's. I'm the same age, the same hight, even the same bright green eyes looking back at me.
I notice the dressing table I'm siting in front of, has wedding flowers resting on the side. A picture of me, holding the hand of a small girl rest on the other side. There's a necklace infront of the mirror, waiting to be placed around my neck. I want to reach out to it. Look at the flower that is laid inside of the stone. But I don't dare more. My thumbs fidget together as I rest my hands neatly in my lap.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" The woman fixing my hair says.
I can't see her face in the mirror. But, her long brown hair brushes against my neck as she reaches for small glass flowers. Somehow, she's managing getting the flowers to stay in my hair. Making them look like they grew there on their own. I smile at her through the mirror.
"Of course I am. I've never been more sure of anything in my life. His heart sings to mine."
I grap her hand and hold it close to my cheek.
"He is my nightingale, without a doubt."
Her thumb glides back and forth on my cheek as she thinks about what I just said. I hold my breath as my smile falls ever so slightly. I'm worried she'll say no. Or jump us to a place where I can't reach him. My starlit eyes fall the longer she takes.
Finely, she leans down resting her head on my shoulder. Her eyes meet mine through the mirror. Her bright green eyes. My eyes.
"Very well." She says in a breath. "I can't really blame you, since I met my nightingale at your age."
My heart leaps with joy as she hugs me and returns to fixing my hair. "But don't expect to be running off. You're still my daughter."
"Lada dee lada" the voice sings from above me. "Lada dee"
"She dark." Naomi says and snaps me out of the memory. Naomi paces back and forth at the bottom of my feet. My head is resting on Aubrey lap as she combs through my hair softly. Aubrey is the one singing and without opening my eyes, I know exactly where each one of them is.
I'm not sure how long I was out for. It appears to be for a while. The pixies are still in their human form. Somehow I always knew they had two forms. My mind posses everything I know about pixies like a speeding bullet.
"She's not Dark." Grace says from the right of me. "I just gave her too much."
A pixie has two forms. Human and butterfly. Each pixie has an individual power. Calm, power, and forsite. Pixie travel in a pack. Take one out and all three will die. They're weakest in their human form. Weak, vonerable, flawed.
How do I know this? Why do I know this? Naomi's frustration that drips off each word she says, tells me one thing.
"No one that is light, reacts to pixie juice that way!" Naomi says with power dripping from her lips. She's power, through and through.
"She has the star" Grace retorts. "She's not dark"
Grace gave me the pixie juice, which means she's calmness. That leaves Aubry with the gift of forsite.
Aubry fingers tickle down my cheeks. I still have my eyes closed, but, I feel her smile beam through. She knows I'm awake. Yet she says nothing.
"She said Jayden" Naomi argues. "She knows him and more importantly she wants him back."
She's got that right. I do want him back. I want to make sure he's safe, alive and most importantly, with me.
"That doesn't mean she's dark." Grace says.
Naomi returns to her pacing. The air from her "humm" feels cold by the time it touches my legs. "We should ask Mitch."
"No!" Brooke yells from a distance. "Mitch is not allowed back in this forest."
"But he knows Jayden. Maybe he knows her too."
Brooke walks closer to me. "He's the one who brought Jayden here. He can't be trusted."
I don't realize I'm holding my breath. But every inch of me sparks. This Mitch knows Jayden. Maybe he know how I can get back to him.
"Yeah." Grace's voice pulls me back. "What were thinking?"
Naomi lets out another puff and folds her arms. "I don't know." She shacks her head. "But that creatures is not light"
Aubrey's fingers trace the lines on my face. My lips, my noise, my eye lids. "I agree with Grace." She says sweetly. "And I agree with Naomi."
Her fingers comb through hair. "She's not exactly light."
Heat rushes up my body as Aubrey studies my face. "But, she hasn't come into any dark magic yet."
"See!" Naomi chimes
Brooke kneels down next to me. "That's means she may never find dark magic."
Both Aubrey and Brooke smile at each other.
"How did she get the star?" Naomi leans over me. "I bet that's not even hers."
Three things happen all at once. First, Brooke reaches for my star. Second, Aubrey starts to protest and third, I reach and grap Brooke's wrist. I couldn't stand it any more. I've heard enough, and there's no way I'm going to let them even touch my star.
I startle everyone except Aubrey of course. Naomi has her arrow out in heartbeat. Grace backs away on her bottom.
"Don't" I say carefully. "Don't even dare touch it."
I get up still holding Brooke's wrist. Brooke trys to help me up in a way. But I hesitate and glear at her until she stops
"Don't touch my star. Don't touch me." I say as I toss Brooke her arm.
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