Marked: Part 2; The Wronged

Chapter 81

Amilia was still startled by what had happened the other day. It only made seeing Unora more grim and bearing than usual. But she had to do it anyway.

"What's the matter dear?" She asked her. Amilia just looked at her. "Now, now, what is going on?"

"You know what is going on."

"I do?"

"How could you blackmail that boy? How could you strip him of his freedom to offer it back just to get me where you want me? Do you know how awful that is!"

"Oh, so he told you."

"No, he didn't. I assumed it from the way he was talking to me. Saying things that only you would."

"MM, I see. I guess I miss calculated on that one."

"God!" Amilia screamed. "There are days I wish I weren't Marked."

"Really." Unora said, turning around. "You keep saying that, what would you rather be? A human, a Chelanema? Why don't you tell me, and I'll make you one."

"I just don't want to have this stupid mark, who decided I was going to be the chosen one?" Unora laughed, "Why don't I give you what you want." She put her finger into the air.

"Cam already did that." Amilia paused. "I lived as Hix's princess for a few days."

"That was the timeline where you weren't Marked at all. Let me enlighten you." She pointed her finger at Amilia and something happened. Then she fell to the floor as if she had been knocked out. Only moments later did she wake up. She already knew that something had to of changed, but nothing looked quite off to her. She woke up in a room that had wooden painted walls. A nice comfortable bed, and lots of room with a closet and everything. It reminded her of her room at Oglm's house. She threw the covers off, she knew something had to be different. She went into the bathroom and got dressed into some clothes, they weren't her normal ones, but then again they could be... But as soon as she looked into the mirror she screamed and fell to the floor. She picked herself back up and then looked into the mirror once again. Her hair had turned brown and her eyes green. No wonder the style and color of her clothes were different.

"What the heck." She whispered to herself. Then she went out of her room and down the stairs.

"Are you alright Fnmeoon (Fin-me-oo-n)? I heard you scream." Cristel said looking at her while stirring something.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Good morning!" Oglm said looking to Amilia. "Are you sure you are alright, my darling?"
"Yes, yes."

"Alright, well we have to go and get started on the work for today. Come on, Fnmeoon. Say goodbye to your mother." Cristel set down the bowl and Amilia went up to her. Cristel grabbed her in a hug.

"Have fun with your father. Please try to not get yourself into trouble. I don't need the guard at our door again." Cristel let her out of the hug and then gave her a kiss on the cheek. Amilia pointed to Oglm and then to Cristel.

"So you two are married and he is my biological dad?" She whispered to Cristel.

"Yes, we've been married for years." Cristel paused. "Did you hit your head this morning? Do we need to take you to a doctor?"

"No, no. I just had a weird dream last night."

"Well," Cristel said, grabbing her hands. "Try to wake up, my darling." She hit her cheek lightly and then looked to Oglm.