Recover: Book 2 of the Magic Mutations Series | ✓

52: Formidable Fairy Fate

Though my advice of taking it 'day by day' ended up being useless. 

As I'm sure any transformed fairy knows, one does not simply walk onto the ground of the Raphoe Castle ruins and leave without transforming into a fairy.

Unbeknownst to us and despite our efforts to stop the process from happening, Ollie unwillingly walked into her destiny the moment she placed her foot on the grassland. 

And as horrific as the process was for her, it was the most awe-inspiring thing I had ever seen.

She shrieked in agony the whole time as magic glowed through her skin, altering her DNA from human to fairy. Then the flesh on her back pierced open as wings, the colour of her emerald eyes, tore through her flesh and clothes. Once it was all over, she fell to a heap on the ground, a crying mess for Ben to console.

Olivia didn't take well to the unplanned transformation. When we got her back to the apartment, she spent the whole first day hiding from us in her room, only allowing Ben to see her. Though we all heard her audibly weeped worries to him as we sat in the lounge room, wondering what we could do for her.

As the hours ticked on with Jayce eventually flicking on the TV to distract himself and I opened a book, Erica suddenly leapt to her feet, grabbing the keys before announcing she was going shopping.

When she got home hours later, asking if we had seen Ollie since she left and we simply shook our heads, she heaved a sigh, plopped the bags on the table, and started fixing dinner. 

Eventually, we all got tired of waiting to see Ollie, having only seen Ben sneaking out to fetch her dinner and drinks. When we asked him how she was, he merely pressed his lips together before sighing. So... we all went to bed.

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Well-attuned to the fact that Jayce and Erica were late-morning risers on most days, Ollie must have thought she was safe in the early hours of the next day to sneak out into the kitchen without running into anyone.

And she wouldn't have run into me either if it were any normal day, as I was never up this early in the morning either. But, after having spent all night calling everyone I knew about how to help her bring in her wings—considering that was her biggest concern—I hadn't even gone to bed yet when suddenly I heard the door down the hallway creaking open.

The footsteps and heartbeat were certainly not Ben's; the lullaby flutter and padding of feet against hardwood were all too familiar to my ears.

I immediately straightened in my seat.

Though just before she rounded the corner, I quickly pretended to be amused by my phone so that she didn't think I was eager to look at her in all her kick-arse fairy beauty.

Parts of me missed the human-version of her—the one who slept in my arms for four months, who only faintly smelled fruity, and who wasn't fakely modified by magic.

But this new Ollie was also a sight to be reckoned with. The magic had smoothed down all those acne scars she hated. Her eyelashes had elongated and tinted darker. Her curls formed perfect locks without the need of a curling wand. And her curves...

I shook the thought from my mind as she appeared in sight, resting a pillow atop my lap before she'd know anything different.

Her eyes flickered over to me for only a brief second before she drooped her head and shrunk into herself, muttering, "Morning." She had Ben's shirt over her, tightly constraining her wings to her body.

Oh Ollie, I thought. If only you could see how beautiful you are. But instead, all I said back was, "Morning."

Though her hunched posture and sullen state reminded me of something that would perhaps see some light return to her eyes.