Dark Times

Who are you?

"I love your eyes."

The young king said, caressing her face.

"My completely normal eyes."

She wasn't used to receiving so many compliments.

"They're not, those are your eyes and I can't decipher anyone the way I can with you, just from your eyes. Can't you read me through mine too?"

She wanted to say yes, that she could see in those intense blue eyes that he was the kindest person she had ever met, that he was now worried about the kingdom, but that he was also relaxed and happy.

"No, to me they're just a pair of eyes staring at me unblinkingly in a frightening way."

He gave that laugh she was beginning to like before coming close and kissing her.

"I think I like you Agatha Darkness."

"Harry!"

She woke up startled, sat up in bed sweating and not understanding anything. She hadn't had dreams like that for ages, why now? The redhead settled into Mal's old room, tried to pull the covers off herself and get up.

Her first sight was of the TV, which she had left on, broadcasting the news of the three kingdoms being completely destroyed. How come the television studios on the news were never destroyed? That was the questions she asked himself, but the images they had, in his opinion, were the best. The whirlwinds had destroyed squares, shopping malls, houses, castles, clubs and any other building nearby. From afar it was possible to conclude that the United States of Auradon was not made to withstand so many "phenomena of nature"

"I have to speed up my plans."

The dream about Harry had stirred her and she didn't like feeling this old sensation inside. The brief feeling of love, of having someone who was there for her, whereas feeling hatred, resentment and seeking revenge is much easier.

(...)

Hollow Pixie

Someone inside that place certainly had a different reaction to Agatha when they saw the damage done to the kingdoms.

"How is he?"

Mal asked her mother-in-law when she saw her close the door to her son's room with an astonished look on her face.

"You'd better not come in now."

Adam said his daughter-in-law just after he heard the sound of something being broken.

"What was that? I think I'd better..."

She was about to step over Belle and go in, but Adam stopped her.

"Better not Mal, he's just found out what Agatha did in the neighboring kingdoms and he's not well. It's best to leave him alone for now, just until he calms down."

The father-in-law advised.

"Rest in the meantime. You've also been through a less than pleasant experience and you haven't stopped since you got back."

Belle tried to argue.

"All right, I'm going to take a shower, but I'll be back later."

Mal warned, giving up on the moment.

Feeling the cold drops running down her back seemed to be all Mal needed, despite the pain in her shoulder. The wound was open and it hurt like no bruise had ever hurt before. After spending a long time in the bath, she got dressed and as soon as she finally sat down on the bed, she heard someone knocking on the door. It was a messenger from the queen. She wanted Mal in her living room right then and there.