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Mythzone Origins: The Denver Divas Pt.16

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Mythzone Origins: The Denver Divas, Pt.16


Eh bien, qui se sentait un peu bon, en fait.” I spoke aloud before covering my mouth. The sentence I actually meant to say was, “That felt kinda good, actually,” but somehow I worded it in French, almost as if by instinct alone. It wouldn't be much of a surprise considering I took the class for it back in my high school years, however the way I said those words was almost like I was speaking it my entire life than just learning it for at least two years or so.
“The fact you spoke a foreign language flawlessly just proves you've been inspirited, don't lie to yourself!” Abby exclaimed with both judgement and cowardliness, holding a small, narrow stick that had small gemstones embedded in its entirety, no doubt ready to cast a spell in case of the worst case scenario that might have been running through her mind at the moment.
At that moment, fortune smiled upon me as the door opened up and a friend of the family walked in, Robin Savatier. She knew my mom ever since their youth, said that they met when Mom was my age and helped her meet up with my dad as she got older. You and I know the exact details now, but it was always a mystery to me while I was growing up, such a fool was I before becoming a Neverafter Slayer, but I digress.
Robin looked down at me, noticed Abby’s wand firmly grasped in her mitt, and just gave the Gothic styled enchantress a nasty look as if somehow offended by the instrument she wielded at the moment. “What do you think you're doing, Regularianite?” She inquired with no attempt to filter her contempt towards Abby.
Abby explained, “I was going to help Molly by ridding her of the evil spirit that lurks within her very being. What do think I'm doing, madam, making her more suitable to go to a ball?” Replying only with a simple scoff, Robin gave her retort saying, “As if you could ever make somebody Royal Ball material, honey. While you were still (probably) learning to spell your name, I was behind the fulfillment of millions of wishes for those in need!”
Being a purveyor of a different persuasion to the mystic arts, the most eloquent response to an insult for Abby was something that would have made Robin croak. Thankfully she neglected the tried but amazingly true phenomenon of magical spells being thwarted by simple mirrors, a fact made evident with Robin simply ducking the cyan colored bolt of mystic energy.
Seeing nothing but a black dress on the floor and a disappeared body made me believe for moment that she was vaporized. But like I said, Abby croaked, that is to say, we heard some croaking noises coming from underneath Abby's clothes and found a rather slimy amphibian in place of Brian’s mom. “Thanks for nothing! Now my career is gonna be spent avoiding French restaurants and eating insects! I hope you're very CROAKing proud of yourself! Send the Wizard of Oz my regards!” Abby shouted angrily as she leapt up onto the edge of the sink and gave the best intimidating look a frog could ever give.
Not one to take orders from something that makes itself at home in a pond full of scum and lily pads, Robin waved her wand at Abby to make her disappear. She reassured me that she wouldn't be hurt, only to spin her wand in a circle in front of my face and mumbled an incantation in my ear. “What are you are doing and what’s making my body look like…?” Was all I could inquire before I passed out.
Finding myself in a very alien location, it was clear I was going to become part of something that I could only imagine happening in those cartoons I watched as a kid on those early Saturday mornings that usually were exported from Japan. My captors were certainly not human, but thankfully not hostile, judging by the lack of any red eyes or absurdly sharp edged blades on their appendages. They mostly dressed themselves in the garb of surgeons and one of them looked like a little girl just barely old enough to be in middle school.
They droned on about things while occasionally pointing in my general direction, no doubt trying to debate over what was gonna happen to me, but I couldn't really hear a single word on account of being placed inside a bigger version of an incubator made for infants and only hearing the voice from eighth grade talk to me again.
“Ah, good, you're awake, Molly!” The lady's voice exclaimed with a sigh of relief, echoing in my mind all the while. I had no one else to listen to on account of the people standing outside of the capsule being rather busy with their own work than to focus on me, so I decided to strike up a conversation with the mystery lady with, “Hi, nice to meet you too, whoever you are.”
Letting out only a sigh of mild annoyance as a response, the voice then took a deep breath and said, “Molly, have you any idea who I am? Your dad talked about how he and I met several times in your life. Surely that must be getting some gears turning inside your head!”
The moment she said that, it actually did start to come together, also it figured she was the one who was trying to contact me back then.
Sadly, my train of thought related to the mystery lady was derailed by the preteen in the owl cap tapping the glass of my incubator and shouted at her coworkers, “Fire this baby up and let's get Cindy back!”
In this installment, we see some magic spells thrown around and we get to see the process of Molly becoming a bit more stable with her connection with Cinderella.
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NeoNimbus526's avatar
That was interesting.