Legends Of Nadir | A Disney Fairy FANFICTION

Chapter 23: The Burden of A Hero

The moon cast a silvery glow through the window, bathing the room in a serene light as the darkness of the night cast its spell once again across the world. Bobble sat on the windowsill, his thoughts racing as he watched the shadowed landscape outside He was alone. The house was quiet, the only sounds coming from the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards and the soft rustle of leaves outside. Below him, spread throughout Lizzie's room, his friends slept soundly, having finally ended their interrogations with enough answers to satisfy their irritations, with the intent of getting some well-needed rest. 

Rest was the last thing on Bobble's mind at that moment.

He traced the edge of the windowsill with his hands, his mind swirling with the events of the evening. His friends' words echoed in his ears, a mixture of understanding and frustration. He knew they were right; he should have trusted them. But the weight of his secret, the darkness, the desire and the longing, made it hard to see clearly.

"You can't hide forever."

The voice in his head was growing stronger, more insistent. It had started as a faint whisper, but now it was a persistent murmur that he couldn't ignore. He tried to push it away, to focus on the here and now, but it clung to him like a shadow, following him from his dreams into his waking reality. 

Sometimes...sometimes it felt close enough that it could have been standing next to him, whispering in his ear, hands wrapping around his throat. 

He was running out of time. 

"They don't understand you. They can't help you."

Bobble shook his head, trying to dispel the voice. He had to stay strong, had to remember that his friends were there for him. But the doubt, the fear, it was creeping in, gnawing at his resolve. He knew he needed to do something, and soon. 

But he was scared. 

"You'll never be whole again. You're broken."

Bobble clenched his fists, trying to block out the voice, but it persisted, echoing in the depths of his consciousness.

"You should have kept it. You should have never let it go."

It was gone. It was gone, stolen, and there was noo getting it back. Varnas had taken it. He had taken it to protect him. That's what Tink had said. Hanna and Hazeer had saved him...the pixies had saved him. But there was something else, wasn't there? Something they had confided in the others that they wouldn't tell him. He'd asked, begged, pleaded, to be included on the secret but each time they had turned him down.

"It's nothing," Rosetta had assured him. "Nothin' that we can't handle later. Ya just focus on getting better, honey. Ya've been through the mud lately. Take some time to glide again. We're safe here now."

Well, that was a lie. It definitely wasn't nothing, not the way the others had acted. They were scared about something. But what? If it wasn't the pixies and Varnas wasn't coming back to kill them all just for stepping foot on the mainland, then what were they all so afraid of? Rosetta should have been right. There should have been no more danger.

So why were they pretending everything was okay when clearly, something was wrong?

"So, they're keeping secrets from you now too? Some friends. Don't they trust you?"

No, no, no this was not happening. This...this wasn't right. This voice...it...wasn't him. This wasn't how he thought. This wasn't real. 

"Leave me alone," he pleaded to the unseen thoughts. "Please, I...I don't want to do this anymore..."

"This isn't your fate to choose, Phineas. It never was."