The Prince's Black Rose (dreamnotfound)

Chapter 14

(George POV)

Bad led me to his room, where I learn how to use the revival book. I sat on his bed waiting for him to tell me what we are going to do today. “George.” He called, sounding serious and somewhat scared. “Yes?” I answered. “Be careful of black roses. It brings back bad memories and makes you crazy.” Bad warned looking at me dead in the eyes. That made me a little nervous since he doesn't do that to me.

He asked me to recite the spell and I did as he says. He nodded and said, “try to bring this flower back to life.” He handed me a pot with a dead flower. “Um...how?” I asked, not knowing what to do. “Recite the spell and revive the flower,” Bad answered calmly. I nodded and nervously recited the spell. I looked at the flower in my hands. A petal fell meaning it’s still dead. I internally panicked thinking Bad would be mad or disappointed. “Try again. Imagine you’re transferring energy to it.” He suggested it to me. “Y-you aren’t going to slap me?” I asked nervously. “Why would I slap you? Do you think I was going to slap you when you didn’t do it?” Bad chuckled. He must be thinking I was joking. I kinda feel embarrassed right now.

I continued trying to revive the flower, getting impatient that the flower wouldn't revive. At some point, I got tired and angry that I threw the flower on the ground. “Hey, hey, calm down…” Bad said while rubbing my back to calm me down. I sighed. “Why is it so difficult…” I asked myself, frustrated. “Hmm...Maybe I should try demonstrating to you first, and then you try to copy what I did?” Bad suggested. I nodded, as he showed me a different flower pot with a dead flower. I looked at him as I tried to observe his every move. He put his hands in front of the flower and calmly closed his eyes as he focused on it, and said the words for the spell. Magic flowed through Bad’s hands as he cast the spell on the flower as it slowly came back to life. I stared in awe after he demonstrated it to me. "Ok, now you try~" Bad said smiling, putting me in front of another flower pot as he cleaned the one I threw on the ground.

I hesitated and tried to recall what he did while he used the spell on the dead flower. I tried to focus and put my hands in front of the flower while closing my eyes; trying to act like I'm transferring energy to it as Bad said. I tried to act calm but kept thinking that I would fail again as I felt my eyebrows furrow to focus. I felt a little energy coming from me to the plant pot, which caught my attention as I tried saying the words. ‘I think it's working this time…! ‘ I say to myself optimistically. I opened one of my eyes a little bit to see what was happening to the flower. I saw it growing and magic flowing through my hands. My eyes widened and a huge smile was plastered on my face. “I’m doing it! I’m doing it! I’m reviving the flower!” I said, very proud of myself. I almost sound like a child doing something cool for the first time in my life.

The flower kept on growing and growing as I stared in awe but then I started to feel a little dizzy and exhausted. “George, that’s enough. You might die!” Bad warned me but I still kept going. For some reason, I can’t stop. It’s like I’m stuck to it. “I-i can’t s-stop! It feels like-e I’m stuck on it!” I stuttered, trying to pull my hand off the pot. “George! Just relax! Don’t panic, just stay calm.” Bad tried to calm me down and it worked. Magic stopped flowing through my hands. He took the flower pot away from me and placed it on his desk. “Are you okay, George?” Bad asked. Before I could even answer, my vision turned black as my ears kept on ringing. The last thing I knew was Bad screaming my name.

(Dream POV)
Sapnap went to our room to read some books since he was bored. While he was doing that I practiced using my sword. I did some pretty cool moves, swinging my sword around like I'm fighting the air. After a while, I heard Bad scream George’s name. I grew worried and rushed inside Bad’s room. It seems that Bad forgot to lock his room which he usually does. But that doesn’t matter right now, what matters right now is if George is okay. “What happened?” I asked, panicking. Then I saw George lying on the ground with Bad shaking him to wake up. “George revived a flower and he went overboard but I didn’t expect him to suddenly faint.” he sighed as he stopped shaking George knowing he won’t wake up if he continues. “Usually if you overdone reviving something you’ll be half-conscious unless he has a really weak body.”

He then checked if George had a pulse. Pressing gently on his neck till Bad pressed on a specific spot and sighed in relief. “he‘s just unconscious. He’ll wake up after some time.” Bad carried George and walked to our room. He placed George on the bed and told me to guard George until he wakes up. I grabbed a random book and sat down on a seat nearby. As I read the book, the story just gets weirder and weirder. It made me not read it anymore and check on George.
He was still sleeping. I sighed as it made me worried but at the same time, I got to look at his peaceful-looking sleep. He looked really cute and fragile. A boy made out of glass, so fragile that one wrong move will cause him to break. I gently placed a hand on his forehead brushing some of his hair on his face. I immediately removed my hand when he moved his face a little, away from my hand. "George?" I called to check if I woke him up. He groaned then opened his eyes a bit. “W-what time is it?” he tiredly said. I looked out of the window.

The sun was high in the blue sky with clouds littering it. “It’s noon. Maybe like 12 to 1 pm. Do you want to eat lunch right now or later?” I asked looking back at George. He sat up on the bed and shook his head no. “I want to stay here for a bit.” He smiled a little. It almost reminds me of my little sister. She has the cutest and innocent smile I’ve ever seen. She would always try to help in the family despite being too young for it. Mom and dad would always try to make sure she didn’t hurt herself or do anything too dangerous for her. Looking back at these memories made me tear up. I really miss the old days where I can play with my friends, laughing with my family about something stupid. But those days are gone. They’re all gone and I can never go back and it’s all because of that man.