A Dazzling Trio

Chapter XII: Power Restored

Chapter XII: Power Restored

Gently pulling the shoebox from the top shelf, I can't help but take a deep breath, knowing what I'm about to get into. A part of me hopes this doesn't work... The reason I hid this box all the way up at the top of the closet was because it is filled with pretty personal things, but the one thing I never wanted to take out again was what Twilight wanted to see. Bringing the box to our bed, I place it down, gently dragging my fingers across the top of the lid. Am I even sure I want to go through with this idea...? What if it doesn't work and it is all one big waste of time? No... That's not what I'm scared of. I want this to fail. If anything, I'm scared of what might happen if this does work.

What if it does work...? What if I get my magic back, even if it is temporary? What will happen then? The thought of that reality scares me... Who am I to tell Sunset to stop being afraid of magic, yet here I am doing the same thing? How much of a hypocrite can I be? I was a hypocrite back when I had my magic as well. Have I even changed at this point or is it my hopeful denial? I've done so much to change, but it still feels like I'm at square one...

Gently letting my breath hit my lips, I guide my hands to the sides of the lid. If this does work... If it works, then I don't know what will happen. I don't have the answers and that scares me. I prefer to have the answers. I want to know what will happen and have a plan of action. Right now? I'm at the mercy of the future. I could rely on the postcards, but they never sent a postcard from the same place, so they often moved all over. This is... my only real way of finding them.

Lifting up on the lid, an image flashes in front of my eyes, making me jump slightly. An image of a broken TV... That was one of my first hallucinations of her... Trying to lift the lid again, more images of her flash in front of my eyes. God damn it. I'm so worried about what is going to happen that my mind is trying to convince me that... she will do something. Fuck off...

Pulling the lid off the shoebox, I take a deep breath and look down at the contents. Inside are a few postcards, a purple spiked headband, and... a glass container with shining red shards...The last time I looked at these was when that siren had taken them out to try and put them together herself. It's funny. If she remembers everything I do like she claims, then why would she had tried that? I already did that years ago...

My fingers gingerly grab the container, pulling it out of the shoebox to look at the pieces in a better light. "1, 2, 3," I whisper to myself, counting the pieces. The words leave my mouth without any real meaning. I know they're all in there. I can tell from a single glance. I'm just prolonging the amount of time it takes for me to bring these to Twilight. Both Sunset and Twilight are waiting in the living room. As much as I don't want to keep them waiting, I also don't want to hurry downstairs...

After counting every single piece of the long since broken gem, I take a deep breath and look towards the door. If this works... I can only expect two different outcomes. I would be able to cast the spell and find Sonata and Aria or she might be in control once again. If that's the case... I just have to have hope that Sunset's magic is as strong as she says it is.

Walking out of the bedroom, I quickly make my way down the stairs, trying to compose myself so that I don't seem afraid in front of them. Looking into the living room, I see Twilight, sitting in front of the coffee table, inspecting her necklace. Sunset is sitting down on the opposite side of the table, looking down at the cleared space with her arms crossed. As soon as we make eye contact, a hopeful look comes across Sunset's face, but I can tell she's a little scared too.

"Did you find it, Alligator?" Sunset asks me with a kind smile. Raising the container in the air, I shake it slightly. The sound of the shards clinking against the glass container seems to catch Twilight's attention, her eyes looking up from her gem.