"Huh," Amilia let out a big sigh.
"Bad night." Jero said, walking up behind her.
"How do you deal with this?" Jero sat next to her.
"It's hard, I admit, but Unora isn't all that bad."
"Really?"
"Ok, she is a majority bad, but there's some good in there somewhere."
Amilia laughed and then turned over. "Yeah, I suppose you're right, she did help you after all."
"She did." Jero paused, "But, she also kind of took my body and power."
Amilia laughed again and sat up so she was facing the same way as Jero. They looked off into the distance together, looking at the endless black as they turned their attention to the stars in the sky.
"She really likes the night."
"It's very important to her, yes."
"It is?"
"Mhm, it's one of the things she finds comfort in, no matter how hard the day becomes or what happens the night is still there, glowing hard and strong for all to share their secrets with. I suppose she talked to the moon a lot. It is an important symbol in witch tradition and lore."
"Is that right?"
"Yes, the moon is said to hold a magical power in itself, bestowing magical abilities upon those who deserve it, creating the first witch. Haven't you noticed your magic gets stronger as the moon becomes full? And vice versa as it waynes?"
"I guess so, I've never looked into it."
"Ah, I see." They looked off again and then Amilia leaned her head on Jero's shoulder. She grabbed her hand and looked up at her.
"I'm going to save you." Amilia whispered. "You won't have to deal with Unora anymore, I promise." Jero hugged Amilia with her one arm.
"You just focus on you. It doesn't matter if I'm locked away with that witch, so long as you're happy and well."
"I won't be happy until everything is back to normal."
"Well, I guess you have some work to do."
"Yeah, I guess I will."
"So long as you put in the work you should get to where you want to go."
Amilia laughed, "I don't know about that! Unora sure does keep me on a short leash!"
"Maybe you should take a vacation, it'd be worthwhile!" They laughed.
"Now, now, now, you aren't putting ideas into my child's head are you, dear Ebaline?"
"No, of course not, Unora. Just having a nice little chat is all." Jero stood up and put her arm on Amilia's shoulder. Then she walked back into the room, leaving Amilia alone with Unora.
"It is time for us to talk, my dear." Unora sat down next to her. "Last time we practiced some peculiar magic caused a series of explosions in my lair. What was that exactly? I've never seen you so, so powerful." The room fell silent as they looked off in the distance. "Well?"
"What is this place?"
"Hm?"
"It's so dark, yet there are lights within it, right? Aunt Ebi mentioned something about it being night, but it always looks like this."
"This place is very special. Not only is it peaceful, beautiful and radiant, but it has the power and story of a thousand lifetimes." It fell silent again. "What you may not have theorized is that there is something down there. There below, there is ground. If you fall you will most certainly die."
"Then how do you see what's down there?"
Unora laughed, "Sweet child," She said, putting her hand to her cheek. "This" She motioned to the area, "This lair of mine is built for witches. I can simply fly down there and walk around as I please, if I need light, I create it. A coat? I create it."
"What's down there?"
"Oh, you know, the ground, tree's, grass..."
"It wouldn't be you if it was just a landscape."
"Ah, alas, you are correct. Why you know me so well." She paused. "There is a lake down there. A lake that can heal nearly anything you can imagine."
Amilia laughed, "Yeah right."
"Don't believe me?" She moved her hand in a circle. A little vile appeared in her hand. She unscrewed the top and put the liquid on her hand. Then she used her finger to run the liquid over a scar she had on her cheek. Then Unora snapped her fingers and showed her her reflection with a mirror.
"It's gone." Unora let go of the mirror and it disappeared in a mist.
"Yes, yes, it is."
"And this was here when you 'moved' in?"
"It was one of the main reasons I settled here."
"Settled?"
"Yes, as time went on I covered up the hole leading to my humble abode. I did not have the want or need to talk with people, let alone having people have the knowledge that I am alive."
"Hm, I see."
"Yes, and now, to the better point of our conversation. That day, what happened?"
Amilia laughed.
"I caught your ploy, but I want an answer."
"Heck as if I know." Amila fell onto her back, laying down. "I guess the queen of Galaxia did some magic stuff or whatever-"
Unora chuckled. "I see." Unora stood up and began to walk away.
"So that is all you wanted? No long winded explanations?"
"No, not tonight, my sweet little dove." Unora turned around. "Run along now, if that's what you want."

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Marked: Part 2; The Wronged
FantasyOnce again, come join Amilia on her adventures. In part two, we see the same classic characters two years later. But this time, the villain has a different conclusion, ready to do anything to achieve her goals. With everything at stake, this story w...