Marked: Part 2; The Wronged

Chapter 72

"Tantrum much?"

"I wasn't very old."

"Wouldn't you be fifty?"

"Yes, but witches don't age like regular people. The magic prohibits it. We age about every four years."

"So you would have been- twelve?"

"Twelve and a half." She paused. "What a golden year."

"Was it?"

"Oh heavens no. It was your standard twelve and a half year."

"Wait a second, if we went back in time then doesn't that mean your past self is here?"

"In a sense, but I've accounted for that."

"Have you."

"Oh yes." They walked into a room. It was a bedroom, a beautiful bedroom. Unora went over to the bed and then turned around so she was facing the door. She moved both of her hands in a circle, making them mirror one another. A magic circle appeared on the floor and then disappeared before their eyes. "When I walk in, I will trigger that enchantment. Plunging myself into a deep sleep until we are well on our way home."

"Where are you going to put yourself?"

"I'll turn the closet into a bedroom. And I'll link the bed with this one so that when we leave she will awaken in her own bed." Unora sat down on the big luxurious bed. She patted next to her and looked to Amilia. Amilia slowly walked over next to her and sat down. She felt the sheets and looked all around the room.

"So this is how you grew up. You really did grow up a princess."

"I suppose I did."

"Why don't you stay here?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You can go back to the past, this beautiful, wonderful place. Be with your parents, everyone you ever knew."

"Doesn't matter." Unora started. "That wouldn't stop the inevitable. Everything would still happen and I'd have to keep reliving the same experience over and over and over again." Just then the door seemed to slap open and the two of their eyes met.

"You- you're me!" Her past self said.

"Do me a favor and take a step forward." Her past self looked at her confused but then stepped forward into her trap. Which made her body fall to the floor.

"Why would you listen to yourself?" Amilia said, looking to her. Unora shrugged.

"Well let's get her situated. " Unora said, standing up and putting her finger in a circle. Unora grabbed her by the back and Amilia by the feet. They brought her into the closet which had already been transformed into a small bedroom with a bed. They placed her down on it and Unora made sure she was properly tucked in, with the right amount of pillows and blankets. Unora put up a sound barrier and linked the two beds. After they closed the closet Unora put locks onto it.

"A bit much, don't you think?"

"I will not have us found out by my past, more incompetent self. I will make sure she does not wake until we are gone." They walked to the door and Unora opened it. They walked through the halls until finally they made it back to the beginning of the castle.

"Ophelia!" Someone said behind them. "Who is that you are with?" It was her father.

"A goalie good friend of mine." She said smiling. She turned to him at the same time and clapped.