The train bounced up and down as we sped through the countryside. We passed tall, green grasses with sheep and horses roaming about. It was peaceful, very quiet. The train itself wasn’t very full, only a few people. A goblin sat to my far left, a family of dwarves to my right. Across from me sat a witch.

She had long, dark hair pinned up and flowy dark robes. What was odd, she wasn’t wearing shoes! Instead she jsut wore a pair of striped socks. I wondered if she did any magic, if she could help me at all.

“Excuse me, miss? Can you do magic?” I asked in my small voice. I was only eight, so I was pretty squeaky.

She smiled down at me. Her nose was very large. “Oh, not anymore. The last time, I tried I had to live upside down for a week!”

“A week!” I gasped. That was a really long time.

“Yes!” She agreed.

“Is that why your not wearing any shoes?”

She laughed. “No, it just helps me think.”

I gave her a puzzled look. “Huh. Do you think It’s help me think?”

“Maybe. Who knows?”

Looking down at my own feet, I decided to try. I slipped off my boots (which had sparkles and stickers, cool, I know), revealing my own mismatched socks. One was green, the other orange and striped. I closed my eyes, foucusing very hard on thinking. It didn’t work, instead a song I had heard earlier began to play in my head.

I giggled. “It’s not working!”

The witch laughed. “That’s alright. Get some practice, and it might work soon!”

I nodded, grinning. “Maybe.”

That night, I sat down on the ground, took off my shoes, and thought. It still didn’t work very well, but it was fun to do anyway.

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I really have no idea where I was trying to go with this, just though I’d have some fun with it. Thanks for reading!!!❤️❤️❤️

I sat at the back of chemistry class, once again not paying attention. I already knew all of this, why did I need to reveiw it again and again?

"As you mix the two chemicals together, you should notice a reaction. I want you to write in your notebook what type of reaction it is." The teacher droned.

I sighed and added a couple things to my concoction.

"MS. PHOENIX" I sighed and turned to look at the teacher. "What?" I asked. "Why are you adding spider legs to the chemicals?!?" He asked sternly.

"Uhhh..." I frowned. I had done it again. In my bordom, I had let my hobby leak into my brain, making me subconsiouly do what I probably shouldn't.

"I won't do it again..?" I said sheepishly. He was about to speak when the bell rang and I darted out of class.

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You may be wondering what my hobby was. I'm not a witch, and I don't have any magical powers. I simply enjoyed making people think thats what it was. The reality was a lot simpler.

When i was younger, I had accidentally spilled a jar of things i had found in the garden into some cleaning supplies. The reasult was a golden colored potion that burnt my finger when i touched it.

Yes, i know that a lot of common things can burn you at the touch, but it opened a new world for me. I've learned how to make many things that shouldn't be possible.

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I sat on the back porch, looking at the little pond in the backyard. Lost in thought, I wondered if i could catch a tadpole and grow it to become a frog. I had always liked frogs.

"Suprise!" I jumped a little as my brother put his hands on my shoulders suddenly. "Ugh what is it?" I groaned. "Time for dinner! Come on Blakely!!" He said gleefully.

I walked to the dinner table, and sighed when i saw it was leftovers for dinner. I scooped a helping of egg fried rice and quietly ate while everyone looked at me. "Uhh what do you need?"

"So, as you know, summer break is a few weeks away. We know you don't do much then, so we've found a camp for people with... unusual hobbies." My dad said.

"Like what?" I asked. He glanced at Mom. "Well, I don't wanna go!" I argued crossly.

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To make a long story short, I was going. And that was that. I was able to catch a tadpole and make a portable cage for it. I tucked the small container in my jacket as i got in the car.

"You know, we just want you to find people you can spend time with happily." Mom said as she looked at me in the reveiw mirror.

I glanced at her before looking out of the window.

I thought i heard her murmur the words "You'll thank me later" before i fell asleep.

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As we pulled up to the camp, I was immediataly struck by how many trees there were.

I stepped out of the car, awkwardly wishing Mom goodbye before suffering a tight hug. "I'll see you in a couple weeks," She said.

As i walked up to the entrance of the camp, I suddenly felt a cold feeling throughout my body.

You're not going to that loser camp. You're coming with me. A deep voice drawled before blackness hit my vision.

-----A.N!----- Hi! I wrote this because of an idea, expect more parts! Also I need name ideas and until i get one I'll just call it
The Warlock's Bidding

Word count: 610

Previously: Emilia is a women who agreed to use her magic to save her best friend’s relationship with their boyfriend. However, her magic spell goes wrong and she gets sucked into multiple past memories instead which get worse by the memory… The last story ended on when Emilia realized that one of her childhood memories had been altered. Her best friend Stevie was replaced by her mother. Stevie gave Emilia the best parts of her childhood, and she introduced her to her ex boyfriend who she loved so much. What would she do with our Stevie?

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His name was Eli.

They lasted for a week. But that week is the reason she kept pushing through her countlesa anxiety attacks and her countless school assignments. She truly hoped that one day he’d come back to her, even though she didn’t know why he had left.

He was the kind of who had his own spark, the one who left gold stones behind.

On the beach, he had taken a stick and traced a heart in the midnight sand. Instead of tracing their initials, he had taken her hands and whispered “Your hands are my favorite part of you.” and placed her hand into the sand, engraving it into the heart. He did the same with his hand, so their handprints were touching in the sand.

When they were curled up in blankets watching a horror movie by the fireplace, splattered blood had randomly appeared on the screen and she had screamed. He had thrown his head back cackling and had said “You are really my dream girl, Emi.”

The day before he left, Stevie, Barnie, Eli and her had gone to a concert together. Stevie and Barnie had ditched the two of them afterwards to go sneak backstage, but Emilia had been too exhausted and terrified. She had encouraged Eli to go, saying she’d be fine. Eli being Eli had told her “No, I’d rather be next to someone who I love now and I’ll love forever than artists I barely know.” The stars were glistening and the guitar music was leaving sparkles in the air as she kissed his dry (from screaming) but perfect lips.

One last time.

They spent the whole week together. 168 hours of laughing true laughs. 168 hours of living the dream that she thought would never end. She would never forget any of it. Not a single moment.

After he left, it all crashed. Her anxiety came surging right back. She felt trapped, lonely, angry, horrified, and confused.

But what if, she had a complete do-over?

She could get him back, and she would get him back.

She looked her mom straight in the eye, and said “Okay. Take them both away. I’ll be fine.”

Her mom’s jaw dropped “W-What?!”

“Stevie is my best friend, but I always relied on her. Without her, I might be more confident than I am now.” _And I might not be still stuck on some guy who left me after a week. Instead I could be stuck on a guy who would still be with me at 25, s_he added in her head.

Her mom was stunned “W-wow. Really?”

Emilia was scared, so scared that she was going to ruin her life for good. However, if the risk meant the possibility of less anxiety and more confidence in herself, she was willing to take it. And it was the only way to save Barnie from getting paralyzed by a girl who he’s known for so long. And maybe get a do-over with Eli.

“Maybe… maybe I was wrong about you.” Her mom mumbled. “What… what do you mean?” Emilia asked. Her mom took a deep breath. “The truth is… I wasn’t angry about the magic. I was angry that you never needed me. Since I was a little girl, I had always dreamed of being the mother who guided her child in the right direction. The mother who a child would come to whenever they wanted to let go or escape. And I was that mother for you, for a little while. Until you met Stevie. And I’m really happy for you because having a best friend like that is truly a nurturing experience, but every time you left to be with Stevie, it’s like you wouldn’t come back.”

Emilia slumped lower in her chair. They were sitting in The God Of Magic’s office. After she left the first day of school memory, her mom had sent her back here, as she was the one controlling the memories. But the usual brightness of the office was replaced by a sudden darkness as guilt wrapped itself around Emilia like a blanket. “So that’s why you were always so hard on me.” she breathed. “I was. I’m so sorry that it hurt you so much. I wasn’t trying to, and I didn’t realize how much I did until I saw you witness those memories. I really just missed you. So much. I didn’t expect to lose you so early.” “You could’ve told me.” she replied hesitantly. Her mom sighed “We both do need to work on our communication skillls. I’m really sorry.” “I’m sorry too. I guess it felt like Stevie knew everything and I had to be like her, but now I know I don’t. I’m going to be my own person.” Her mom smiled and nodded. Then she wrapped Emilia in a hug. “Okay, are you ready?” she asked, pulling away. Emilia’s heart started beating rapidly, but she took a deep breath and replied “Yes!”

As the whirlwind started… and as her memories with Stevie were slowly grinded to dust… she realized she had made some huge mistakes in her life.

Now, it was time to do something about all of it. She was going to make the storm turn into rain and then hopefully sunshine one day.💛

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• Caralia🫶🏼

Sorry this was so late guys😭😭 I had really bad writer’s block for a while. That’s why this was so short too. But I’ve already got the last part planned so I will start working on that ASAP! I hope you guys at least sort of like this lol❤️❤️❤️

When a king or queen requests your talents, the consequences for failure to obey orders can be great. For some people, they have to disobey orders for the sake of the person who’s requested it. Mir was a potions master and he had magical ability but no magic talent. He was summoned to the palace and before the queen. “So you’ve come to perform magic for us?” “Oh no, I’m not doing any more magic. Last time I tried, I had to live upside down for a week. I may be able to help you with the use of potions instead” “Go on.” “If you have the materials here I can make potions for your purposes if you’d like? It’s just that if- I’m going to stay here I’d like to bring a close friend of mine to keep me company?” The queen sighed. “Very well, I shall send for your companion as soon as possible” “Uhm your majesty?” “Yes?” “She’ll get her own room and privacy? And you won’t judge her looks?”

Previously: Emilia is a women who agreed to use her magic to save her best friend’s relationship with their boyfriend. However, hee magic spell goes wrong and she gets sucked into multiple past memories instead which get worse and worse… Now, Emilia’s mother is getting revenge on her because she feels that Emilia doesn’t deserve to have her magic, and that she should’ve gotten it instead. She is doing this by sending Emilia down a lane of her worst memories- and she has to watch herself go through all that pain all over again…

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Emilia’s eyes slowly opened once again. They felt heavy and exhausted. She had never wished to be back in bed so bad in her life. She was sitting on a bed with a pink blanket and pink pillows. Suddenly, a little girl’s sweet voice startled her. “Mommy! Let’s play princess fwog!” Wait. Where was she? She had no memory of this bedroom, or this girl wearing a poofy princess dress. Hee wavy brown hair and hazel eyes didn’t ring a bell at all. She looked like she was about two years old. _ Am I in someone else’s memory? _Emilia wondered. She heard a young mother’s voice yell “Honey, I’m coming!” and then loud footsteps. A twenty nine year old version of her mother walked in the room. Her features were so much more brighter, her clothes weren’t all dark, and she looked… happy. Oh, this is probably a pretty old memory, s_he thought. Emilia cringed, knowing this memory wasn’t going to end well. She didn’t remember how it ended actually. She was not curious about it though. “Which princess would you like me to be today?” Her mom asked in a sugary voice. “I wanna play kitchen!” the girl cried. Her mom frowned “You just wanted to play princesses frog though.” “Yeah I do but… I wanna play kitchen too!” “We’ll let’s choose one, we can pl-“ The girl threw herself on the floor “NO CHOOSE! I CAN’T!!” “Emilia!” Her mother cried. Emilia’s eyes opened wide when she heard her full name. The cozy pink doll like room suddenly felt doll sized. _ This is it. Where everything goes wrong. Where hee mother gets angry and- “Oh Emi. It’s okay baby. Come to mama. It’s okay. My baby girl. Come here.” What?! The angry little girl crawled into her mother’s arm, and she sang to her. Row Row Row Your Boat lyrics drifted from her lips in a soothing whisper. Emilia’s all time favorite nursery rhyme. What is happening? This isn’t bad at all! This is… It’s perfect. “We can play both, baby.” she assured her. The little girl’s face was buried in her chest. “Can we get ice cweem too?” she whimpered. Her mother stroked her hair. “Of course baby.” Okay, maybe this was too perfect. Then, like heavy drumsticks thwacking a loud drum, it hit her. Emilia’s mother loved her so much back then. She would do _anything _for her at age two. Now, her mother was doing everything she could to make sure she’s left with nothing. This memory was valid proof that her love for Emilia had been slowly dwindling for years. And that shattered Emilia’s heart. Because even the love of her life left her. The one who told her he’d love her until the stars died left her. And now she knew her mother wanted to leave her too. For that reason, at this moment, all of her anxiety and extreme stress she had felt for so many years was replaced in seconds with nothing but cold and hard sadness. And mounds and mounds of loneliness, regret, and numbness. Because if everyone just left, why had she even tried? She felt no remorse when her eyes closed again.

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Emilia’s eyes popped open. She stared at her surroundings blankly. She barely blinked when she noticed she was at her elementary school. She barely blinked when she noticed the glittery sign that read: W_elcome, young children, to a new beginning! _ That sign had been Mrs. Silver’s sign. Stevie and Emilia had both loved her. She let them sit by friends, gave them treats when they behaved well, sent “Happy Mail” to their parents, and gave the best hugs. That was all years ago though. Now the sight of Mrs. Silver’s bright and cheerful smile made Emilia’s already sagging heart drown in guilt. Emilia already knew what was coming: she and Stevie would enter from under the tunnel that led directly to the playground. Stevie would skip and Emilia would speed walk as they walked over to their crowded first grade group to greet Mrs. Silver. She didn’t understand why she was here. Mrs. Silver was bending down next to a crying student and whispering in his ear. Emilia wanted her to stop. She wanted him to know the cold truth about life -you spend years arching your back just to realize you’re worthless- because that _was the truth. _

Well it was Emilia’s truth anyways.

That’s when she saw two figures appear under the tunnel. As they came into view, she realized it was the little her and her mom. Her face looked so young, but older than the toddler version. Her eyes were wide with fear, and her hair was neatly tied into two pigtails. Her mom had her hair tied up as well. As she walked, she told little Emilia “Emi, you will love it here! Look at all the other kids all together playing on the swings. Look at that long purple twisty slide! Just look at this beautiful school Emi, the windows are perfectly blue and inviting some nice sunlight in, and the classrooms have so many supplies and learning toys! Do you see those tall trees? The leaves are just so plush and green!” Little Emi looked so terrified. But Emilia didn’t feel that emotion like she usually did when she saw herself feeling it, because she didn’t remember feeling it. She had no memory of being scared for the first day of school. She was with Stevie. Why would she be? Her mom pointed to Mrs. Silvers and said something but her words were blurred by a sudden realization Emilia had. Stevie wasn’t there. Her mom hadn’t been there on the first day, Stevie had convinced both parents that they could walk to school. Emilia had been right by her side.

What was her _mom _doing there? Where was Stevie?

She swore she remembered everything right. Stevie had been her friend since they were four, and they had done everything together! Right?

Where was she now?

_I’m probably overthinking this whole thing, _Emilia thought. But Stevie had been the one who had gotten Mrs. S to notice Emilia. She was the one who had played with her at recess that day. She _knew _Stevie had been there! She would’ve been alone if Stevie wasn’t. Something was happening. Something had changed in the memories. Emilia wouldn’t have been curious if it had been a minor thing, like Mrs. Silver having different colored hair, but this? This was Stevie. Stevie and Emilia had spent their whole lives together up until Stevie met Barnie. Stevie was there when Emilia had collected two hundred seashells at the beach. Stevie was always there when Emilia’s mom had lost her phone in a grocery store (this happened multiple times). Stevie was there on every single first day, at every single big event, every single birthday party, and every single restaurant dinner. Emilia had been the same person In Stevie’s life. They had always been together. Without Stevie, where would she be right now? She would have never met the love of her life, that’s for sure.

Who was she without Stevie?

Emilia just had to find out. The where, the why, the what, the who… all of it.

And she was going to.

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Sincerely, Caralia🫶🏼

Sorry this was so late everyone! Just wanted to make it extra good lol. Let me know what you think!❤️❤️

Emilia’s mom grabbed her, her fake nails piercing Emilia’s skin. She threw her down in a chair, and tied her up. Emilia’s eyes were wide with panic, terror, and pain. “You stole my magic. You… Dad was supposed to give it to _me. I _was the one who cared for him. I fed him every night, I payed his rent, and I made sure he was safe. You barely even loved him, and he gave his most loved and valuable possession to you.” Emilia was breathing fast. Her anxiety caused panic attacks multiple times during her teenage/college years. However, it’s been a while since her last one, so it was hitting her hard. “Mom, why are you bringing this up” Emilia said in between breaths “uh like fifteen years after I got my magic?! And, I would have loved him, but he never cared about me at all! You know that!” Her mom took a sharp breath “He obviously cared about you enough to give you something that is worth the world! He owed that to his own daughter; I gave him the world, and he failed to return the favor!” Emilia was crying when she shoved a brown journal in her face “Look at this!” Emilia’s hands shook violently as she tried to wipe at her tears so she could read the page her mom had opened to.

Dear Love, _It’s a quite nice day out. I just finished preparing my will. I would have given you everything if you were still here. However, since you’re not, I have decided to give Lena the house and my magic to Emilia. _ Why Emilia? Well let’s just say, I’ve always thought that Emilia had more of you inside her. When she bakes cookies, I smell you. When she writes her name in cursive, I see your signature. When she gets angry and screams “what the hell!”, and Lena gets angry at her for “using foul language”, I hear your voice in her screams. With Emilia, I see you everywhere. It’s most of the reason why I stuck around that house so much. I’ve always seen Emilia as a reinvention of you. Lena used to be that for me, but that changed when Emi was born. I’ve never believed in reincarnation until Emi. I love you, and I miss you, Love.

Love, Harris

Emilia stared at the journal, dumbfounded. That made no sense! Her grandpa had spent his time in their house away from her. They had never even had a heart to heart conversation! This just… wasn’t real. Her mom definitely thought so though, because she cried “Do you have _nothing _to say to me right now?!” “Mom.” Emilia said “This was grandpa’s choice, not mine. You can’t blame me for this!” Her voice surprised her. She rarely ever had the bravery to fight back. “You could have said no. I mean, you’ve created so much trouble with your magic anyways, Emilia.” “I was eleven, Mom! I thought Grandpa had just gone mad! He had one day left to live!” “How could you guilt trip me now?! You were the lucky one! I hate you! You made me suffer, so now you deserve to suffer!” Emilia had always known her mother was melodramatic. This though? This was insane. She was her _daughter, _for heaven’s sake! She hadn’t done anything wrong! It wasn’t her fault Grandpa believed that she was some kind of reinvention of Grandma! Or was it? “I will fix Barnie.” Her mom said, startling Emilia. Emilia was so lost.“Really…?” she squeaked. “First, you’ll have to go down a very long lane of your very worst memories, though.” Her mom said, with a daunting grin. Emilia’s heart dropped. No. _“_I want to go home.” she cried. “I don’t think so…” her mom said. Emilia’s breath quickened again, and so did her heart. “How are you doing this Mom? Why are you here?” “The God Of Magic summoned me a few years back. You were never around here, so I never got a chance to tell you. Which is good, because I’m glad you found out this way.” she cackled like a witch. She _was _a witch! Emilia had the urge to slap her. And The God Of Magic. “Close your eyes Emilia.” She said. Emilia felt sick, and she tried to scream. But her eyes were forced shut…

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Emilia’s eyes popped open thirty seconds later. A pile of dread filled her stomach as she realized where she was. She was at the Ladybug Creek Woods; it was where she had gotten lost the day that she tried to walk home when her parents had forgotten her at school in fourth grade. She saw a little girl with a tight bun emerge. Her face was soaked with tears, as she frantically glanced around, trying to find a way out. Emilia’s heart dropped. It was her. Emilia tried to say something to reassure the girl, but the girl didn’t hear a thing. “Help! Mommy! Daddy! Please!!” she yelped frantically when a skunk approached her. Emilia felt the emotions flooding back. She felt the fear (from being in the woods), the loneliness (from being left alone at school), the dread (knowing that she might have to sleep here in the dark), and the envy (because no one else’s parents ever left them at school) so strongly all over again. The sunset colors which usually brightened her, left her shivering from fear tonight. That sight of that helpless little girl scared Emilia, and wrecked her heart. Her eyes started to close again. Relief flooded her heart, but it vanished quickly when she woke up again…

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She woke up to a soccer ball barely missing her face. She jumped out of the way. The soccer ball bounced off of the rim of the goal. She looked up and saw herself and her soccer team. The girl she used to be had just missed the goal, the shot they needed to win. The girl’s face was red with embarrassment and sweat as the other team cheered. Grace, her teammate, came over whispered something in the girl’s ear. Emilia remembered the exact words. Thanks a lot, loser. We’d have won if you hadn’t been a scaredy cat baby. __ The girl ran, bolting for somewhere far, but then she was stopped be her mother. The dread on Emilia’s face mirrored the dread on the girl’s. Emilia started to hyperventilate. She hated this part. She wasn’t watching it. She couldn’t bare to see herself as a helpless and vulnerable little girl getting stomped on by every single person she crossed paths with. She needed a distraction. Something. _Anything. _And she needed it fast. That’s when it came to her: him. She saw his face first, slowly allowing herself to remember the way he warmly smiled at her when she said something funny or did something kind. Then she saw his eyes, letting the beautiful hazelnut color steal a piece of her heart. Then came the arms, the memory of them wrapping around her and squeezing as she sobbed into his gray sweatshirt the day she found out her family cat was lost and her parents had no “time” to keep searching for him, unfolding and ironing itself out. Then came his lips, delicately touching hers, on the day Emilia had said “I love you.” for the first time in years. She remembered the panic she had felt kissing him for the first time; but his hands had made it all better, grazing her shoulders as he mumbled “It’s okay. You’re okay. You’re beautiful. This is beautiful.” His hands were the best part of him. They were _perfect. _She had felt so lucky to have found a guy like him who just knew. He knew when she was upset. He knew when she wanted to stay curled up on the couch instead of going out. He knew when she was about to have an anxiety attack or start sobbing about the smallest thing. He knew how to love a lost and damaged girl like her, he knew her better than anyone else in the world after their third date. There was nothing Emilia missed more than him. It’s been almost four years now and very deep down, she still felt this way. It was buried love. Topped with sadness, regret, a pinch of anger, hopelessness, a lot of desire, and pain. The truth is (Emilia can barely admit it but she knows is true) that he was the reason why. He was the reason why she went down this lane of bad memories, so she could help his twin. He was the reason why she agreed to try and save Barnie and Stevie’s relationship. He is the reason why she hasn’t formed a plan to get serious revenge on her psychotic mother just yet. Most importantly, he is the reason why she survived up until this point. Deep inside her, there was always this hope she carried with her every day. The erratic hope that one day, she would find him again. And they would find themselves resting on each others’ shoulders as they stared at the TV in her/his living room once again. That was the one thing her heart still believed in.

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Emilia’s eyes started to close, throwing her out of her imagination. Dread seeped into her heart, because as these childhood memories disappear, she knew that she was going to have to face him again. However, a surprising golden light of hope seeped into her heart as well. Because maybe, just maybe, seeing him would bring forth some closure. ….

Sincerely, Caralia🫶🏼

That’s part 3!! This was really fun to write! 💛💛

Ryliod was tending to one of his orange trees when he felt someone nearing his home. He walked around the front yard and stared at the six foot fence that surrounded his home.

The person knocked and he narrowed his eyes to see who they were. A traveler with a large backpack. They were wearing a hooded cape over their green tunic and brown pants.

“You will not find what you seek here, Traveler.” He told them, hoping that they would leave but knowing that they wouldn’t.

“I seek Ryliod the Ridiculous. Is this not where he abides?” The voice asked calmly.

Ryliod huffed and pulled open the large wooden gate, revealing the human behind it. Actually, they were half fae. How interesting.

“What is it that you need from me?” He asked, making sure not to sound too intimidating.

The figure pulled their hood off, exposing their long blonde hair, deep green eyes, and slightly pointed ears. The girl smiled widely at him, which was very off putting.

“Hello Sir. I’m here to ask you for a favor.” She seemed to be around 18, which was too young to be traveling these woods by herself.

“Young girl, unless it is for advice on how to grow a good garden, I’m afraid I can’t help you.” He told her, glancing back at his orange trees.

She laughed and put a hand on her hip. “First, I’m only a few years younger than you, I just look young. Second, if you’re going to refer to me as anything you can call me Kallaina. And third, I was hoping that you would do some magic for me.”

“Oh no, I’m not doing any more magic. Last time I tried, I had to live upside down for a week.” He shook his head. “I don’t know if you’d realized Kallaina, but they call me Ryliod the Ridiculous for a reason.”

The girl laughed. She’s an odd one. “I know, that’s why I came to you.”

Well, now he was perplexed. What the heck was that supposed to mean? “Continue.” He prompted.

“I want you to use your magic for my party next week. It’s a swimming one so I figure whatever watery mishap you can make would work.”

Ryliod narrows his eyes in confusion. “So let me get this straight. You want me to screw up the spell and ruin your party?”

Kallaina nodded. “Well, it will either ruin the party or make it more fun, either of which is a good option.”

Ryliod was still confused. “Why throw a party if you’re willing to ruin it?”

The strange girl frowned and then huffed. “I dont want to throw it. My parents are making me do it to “better my reputation” even though I’m perfectly fine with how it is now.”

“You’re reputation?” Ryliod asked. “Who are you?”

Kallaina blushed. “Well, my name is Kallaina like I told you, but most people call me Princess Kallaina. I’m the second daughter of King Peladonis.”

Ryliod’s eyes widened. “Are you serious? I’ve been talking to royalty this whole time and didn’t know it?” Kallaina tried to say something but he continued, bowing. “I accept your request Princess.”

“Wait!” Kallaina yelled, startling them both. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so loud. But this is why I don’t tell people that I’m a princess, because they always act different and do whatever I ask. No matter what.”

Ryliod hummed in thought. “I suppose you’re right. There is a reason for it though, everyone in the kingdom is supposed to do that, it’s how we show respect.”

Kallaina scoffed. “I’d rather people show respect by being themselves. I’m sick of getting to know fake people. It’s not like I’m going to sentence you all for treason.” She muttered bitterly.

He considered the princess for a moment. She was dressed like a traveler, she acted just like any other person in the kingdom, and she didn’t seem to think of herself as better in any way. Kallaina wasn’t your every day princess. Definitely an odd one.

“Alright then Princess, I’ll help you because you’ve intrigued me. When is this party of yours?”

She clapped happily. “It’s in a week but if you’d like to come back with me right now, we can get started on the planning and I can give you a nice bedroom to stay in while you prepare.”

Ryliod nodded with a small smile. “Alright, let me go and retrieve a few things and then I’ll be ready to leave.”

He walked inside his home and began thinking of things that he’d need. As he entered his room, he grabbed his travel pack and started packing clothes for the journey. His spell book flew into the pack and so did his toiletries. A cloak flew in and then a paraphernalia of magical items followed.

As he put on the large backpack, the pack’s top closed and then a few pans and pots hung themselves on the sides. He walked back through the house and a few last minute things joined his pack.

Ryliod stepped back outside and gave Kallaina a curt nod. “I’m ready Princess.”

She raised her eyebrows at his luggage. “That looks heavy…”

“It’s a magical pack.” He told her. “It is extremely light and spacious.”

The girl laughed. “Of course it is. We should be going then, we want to get as far as we can before it gets dark.”

“Of course.” He said, following her off of his property.

As he shut the gate, he snapped twice to set up the defense perimeter and put the house into stasis.

Ryliod smiled as they began their trek. It was nice to be around people again. Risky, but nice.

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I don’t know if I should do another part that shows how the party and everything goes, thoughts?

"MITTENS NO!" He grabbed the cat out of the air, blushing furiously as his brother laughed. "See, this is why I'm not taking any more requests." "Come on man, help your brother out. You know I would do it for you." Ugh, he always used this card on me, and it always worked. Being the only wizard in our family, they always came to me asking for help with magic. The thing is, I'm not exactly the best wizard in the field. At all. Only one spell has ever gone without any mishaps, and I said the wrong word when I casted it. My brother started talking again. "Listen, I know you're not the best, but she's the prettiest girl in the kingdom and one, ONE, love potion could really help me out." "Ugh, fine, but you know there's a very large chance of this going wrong." "A risk I'm willing to take."

Creating the potion, I really, really tried to make it perfectly. I added all of the pumpernickel spice, exactly 6 rose petals, and one lock of his hair. I knew that it had to be perfect, and I was pretty sure that it was. Pouring the potion into a small glass vial, I was ready to use it on this girl my brother was so infatuated with. I went into the marketplace, and after learning that her father was the local blacksmith, I went over to their tent to find her. "Um, hello, is Gayle here?" Her father shot me a look. "Yeah, can I help you son?" This was what I was worried about. I didn't want this guy to think that I wanted to date his daughter, he could kill me with his bare hands. "I have a delivery from my brother for her." He eyed me, probably decided I wasn't worth terrifying, with my skinny frame and thick spectacles, and pointed to the back of the tent. "Thank you, sir!"

She was sitting, doing some embroidery on the ground. She looked up, and suddenly I realized why my brother had been so desperate for this potion. She had long blonde hair, and green eyes. Her skin was perfectly tanned, and she had a dusting of freckles across her nose. "Hey-y you must be Gayle?" "That's me. You're Marcus's brother, right?" "Yeah, I'm Otis." "You don't look much like him." It was true, Marcus was tall and broad and handsome, while I was skinny, partially blind, and freckly. "Yeah, well, he wanted me to give you this drink." Marcus was well known for his concoctions, always a favorite at balls and parties for his "delectable" drinks. I had put the potion with some mango fruit juice into one of his bottles to give to her. "Ooh okay! I'll taste test!" She downed the bottle. "Tastes like that mango juice." Oh stars, I seriously hoped she wouldn't find out that she was being tricked. "Yeah, I think he used some in the drink." "It's pretty overpowering, but otherwise good." I bid her goodbye and left, thinking that if Marcus hadn't liked her so much, I would want to be with her.

~Three days later~

"Otis you bonehead!!" "What did I do now?!?" Marcus's face was red with anger. "You messed up your magic, AGAIN!!" I put my head in my hands. "Oh no, what happened this time?" It could really be anything, one time I turned someone into a rabbit. I said a quick prayer that that hadn't happened again. "I went over there after you gave her the potion, and all I heard was her talking about you!! You gave her a love potion, FOR YOURSELF!!!" This was not what I had been expecting at all. "W-wait what?!? She's in love with me??? There's no way, I used your hair, look it right he- oh." Macus's hair was sitting on the table. "I messed up." "Yes bonehead, you messed up big time!!" "Oh, stars Marcus, I am so, so sorry. I know how much you loved her." He stopped. "Oh, I didn't love her, I just wanted to get back at Luke because I knew he liked her, and he backstabbed me in training." I was shocked. "Marcus, YOU'RE THE BONEHEAD! I went through all this trouble just so you could have a petty revenge moment on Luke!! Now she's in love with me! Me!!" I would have kept yelling at him, but a knock at the door stopped me. "You wait here stupid; I have to go answer the door."

I opened the mahogany door, and to my surprise saw Gayle standing there. She smiled when she saw me, a weird look in her eye. "Hello gorgeous." I was about to explain that I had made a mistake, and I was incredibly sorry and would make a potion right now to reverse it, when I was cut off. Gayle threw her arms around my neck and gave me a long kiss. I was frozen in shock, until after about ten seconds when I pushed her off of me. "What are you doing!?!?" She smirked, turned around and ran away, leaving me standing in the doorway, shocked and beet red. "Heh, who's the bonehead now?" Marcus was standing behind me. "Shut up."

Well I had to make a spell make a ladder so that someone could save a cat from tree. It’s just that it all backfired and created a snake because I was thinking about snake and ladders and a giraffe ended up rampaging the tree over and eating the tree branch and the cat ended up , sliding down the giraffes neck and so everything just went wrong and the results was I just ended up doing press ups all day.

Everybody wants a love potion so Imade a spell to turn a frog into a supermodel and I ended up with a super frog which just ended up croaking and licking and that ended up really badly. I ended up having put the super frog into a super cage and some French guy wanted to eat it , so we ended up trying to find a super pond put a super frog and I got into trouble and ended up having to live out upside down for a week

_The God of Magic will save you! He’ll fix it. I’ll fix everything! This won’t be our new reality. This won’t! _Emilia thought, thinking of Barnie. She knew she could fix this. It was a scab. A scan that just needed time to heal. Yet, no matter how hard Emilia tried to close her eyes, she couldn’t leave the memory. She knew if she pulled the emergency trigger on her magic bracelet, she would be led to a changed and awful reality. She couldn’t bare it, knowing she had caused this in the first place. That’s why she was currently sitting in a hospital room, still completely invisible, hoping and praying that Barnie would be okay and that she could find a way to fix this mess. Then she remembered something which was ironic because she was still in a memory. But it happened. She remembered when she was around thirteen, and her school had held an eighth grade dance. Stevie’s friend had tried to squeeze on these golden shoes that were three sizes too small. They started hurting her horribly after forty minutes, but no one could get them off. Stevie and her friends got distracted, but it gave Emilia anxiety looking at how pained her face was. But that was the one time she kept her anxiety in control. She told herself to think. Then she went and grabbed a blow dryer Stevie brought with, and applied heat to the tight spots. It worked! Emilia took a deep breath and tried to assess the situation. _I was angry because my ex boyfriend was Barnie’s twin, and I saw him and me sitting in that chair when I watched their date which brought back painful memories, including the reason that Stevie was the reason we broke up, so I pulled Barnie’s chair thinking it wouldn’t do anything because I’m in a memory. _ _I had tried so hard to forget, and I had finally forgotten all about him. The week we had together had become like an old newspaper, forgotten. This memory brought everything back. His hair, his eyes, his love, his beauty, our happiness… and the day he left me. So of course this would have caused a mess. If I had known I would have to see them at that restaurant, I would’ve never agreed to this. _ Stevie shouldn’t have made me. I shouldn’t have missed her. Because now, College me is desperately trying to console Stevie while also trying to console herself because of the shock that came with Stevie’s frantic call. Barnie’s mom is stiff in a way I’ve never seen, and I can’t think of a way to get out of this freaking memory! Worst of all, Barnie’s twin brother is five minutes away.

I can’t see him. _I just can’t. Yet I can’t seem to think about anything else BUT HIM! _

That’s when, through all the pain, heartbreak, stress, and wrenching guilt, Emilia’s eyes finally started to feel heavy and close. A huge bucket of relief tipped over her head and poured down on her like cold rain after months of scorching heat. Finally.

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Just as she expected, she woke up in the same area that she had first entered through, and the God Of Magic was there, staring at her. She gulped, preparing herself for what came next. “Emilia” he finally spoke as she neared him, flying. “I-I’m-“ she stuttered. “So from what I’ve head,” he interrupted “you interfered with a memory, not only causing a shift in the events of your life, but also paralyzing a guy who has been good to you his whole life.” Emilia looked down, hot tears rolling down hee face. Barnie was the guy who had given her a ride when she had lost the keys to her car and was running late to work. Barnie was the guy who always made sure she wasn’t a third wheel around him and Stevie. Barnie was the guy who had introduced her to him. She saw Barnie as the older brother she never had. She had never intended to hurt Barnie. Maybe a tad part of her ached to see Stevie squirm, but not _ever _Barnie. “You, young lady, have more to you then meets the eye.” The God Of Magic told her, interrupting her thoughts. She looked at him, shocked by his words. Even more surprising, he was smiling. _Why is he not angry?! This is a sin… right?! I made a mess! _

“You look like you just saw a ghost.” He told her. “I- I thought you’d be mad.” she forced herself to say. “Oh honey.” He said coming over and outing his hand on her shoulder. “I’m not who you think I am. Just because I am a God doesn’t mean I’m the God of Holy and Honor. I’m the God of Magic. The God Of Fun. People have made worse magic mistakes than you have. I’ve seen it all, and I get it. Magic comes with a price, but you can’t let that price drown you. You can’t let others drown you. I always thought you were a person who never did that, Emilia. The way you have always talked to me is… so empowering. I never knew you would be bothered so much by another relationship. But it’s okay. Things are different now, and you are growing. I accept that. I still think you are a good girl. You have always taught me so much.” Emilia was frozen. She had no idea what to say. She always thought people saw her as foolish and scared. Empowering was not a word she saw in herself. “I don’t know what to say. Thank you.” She said breathlessly. He wrapped her in a hug, his strong arms holding her in a way that made her feel purposeful. As a young girl, Emilia loved magic. She used it for everything once she finished her training and got it under control. She felt extremely lucky to have it, as only people who were passed to it by their relatives got to experience it. She used it for everything, to make her food taste better when she cooked, to go back in time and retrieve whatever she had forgotten that day, and to teleport. Her visits with The God Of Magic were frequent. She enjoyed making him laugh, as she loved the sound of his laugh which was deep and free. But as magic developed over time, it’s side affects got worse, and so did her anxiety. Her usage of it became less frequent. Especially after he left her. Which then reminded her of one thing she’d been wondering. “Why didn’t my hand just go through the wood? I’m invisible while watching those memories right?” “That is a good question.” He replied. “Well, you were feeling a lot of emotions. Sometimes emotions can interfere with Magic’s ability to sustain itself. You also did something out of ordinary. Which could have possibly caused a problem too.” Emilia took a breath “I’m really sorry.” “Like I said, I’m not angry. Don’t be angry at yourself, let’s just move past it and try and fix things.” Emilia nodded. “What do I do?” “I have a friend, he’s kind of like my assistant. She might be able to guide you better as she keeps track of magical spells very well. Go to her. You will be safe then. All will end well. I promise.” Emilia_ _wasn’t sure how he could just automatically assume that, but the way his voice sounded made her believe him. Once he gave her directions, she was off. Off to fix everything. Or so she thought…

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“Hello Emilia.” A voice said when she reached her destination. She whipped around. “H-h-how do you know my name? Wait-“ Emilia froze because the lady’s features were sinking in. Her brown eyes were older versions of hers. Her brown wavy hair and lavender smell made her think one word only. Mom. __ “Mom? Wha-“ “I’m here to take what you’ve stolen from me.” “What?! I’ve taken nothing-“ “Lies. Princess. You’re going to give me your magic, or Barnie stays damaged for the rest of your life.” Emilia’s face turned tomato red, all of the good memories with her mom burning like ashes right in front of her. She curled her hands into fists. And she lounged at her. ….

Sincerely, Caralia🫶🏼

That was part 2!! Let me know what you guys thought :) it was kind of hard to put together so I hope it flows well. It was extremely fun to write!! So thank you for all your support and encouragement 🥺❤️

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