She is a god, she doesn't belong in the Isle. She knows she is capable of many more and much bigger things. But being a child of two prominent villains unables her to fulfill her fullest potential.
'The stories my dad had told me are so beautiful. S...
Hedith's hair swum in the intensity of her magic, flaming the tips of her long, aquamarine hair. The ward that surrounds the room projected a harrowing ticking sounds and holographic images of clocks racing through in different time.
The time machine in Hedith's hand made noises as if it's panicking, itself as the goddess of time — the Princess of the Underworld — grip it tightly in her clawed hands.
Mavros, a giant two-headed, black greyhound, stood above the woman, providing a much more terrifying image of the powerful goddess.
It was in one of those moments Uma realized that Hedith is not the same young troublemaking girl from the Isle of the Lost. Not the same little girl who would look up to her and make her ragdolls out of cut-out fabrics that washed up ashore the Isle. This is a being of pure magic and mysticism. A being much more powerful than her and her mother.
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"Hedith," she called.
The girls were still on the ground, backing up towards the wall. Absolutely terrified. But then Hedith returned to normal. Her hair fell and the noises stopped. The images around the room disappeared, leaving only the ward.
"Girls, sit down," Uma ordered, nodding towards the couch in front of Hedith and Mavros. The hellhound laid back down as Hedith huffed and sat down regally. The time machine laid beside Mavros's head on the couch.
Red and Chloe scrambled to sit and despite looking and remaining shaken, they sat in the way their royal training dictates them to be.
"Alright, now. What did you do? What did you change in the timeline?" Uma asked, leveling the girls with a firm stare.
They meet each other's eyes. Chloe gulped and Red took a deep breath, wiping and ribbing her palms against her pants. They refused to talk until Red caught Hedith's piercing gaze.
"We went back in time to prevent my mother from becoming evil and a tyrant," Red confessed, earning het another glare from Hedith.
"The Queen of Hearts? She's...She's so sweet," Uma said, in disbelief.
"Well, now are you happy?" Hedith bit back.
Red's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Well, yeah. Now my mother is not a tyrant queen, Wonderland's free from oppression, and I now have a mom who actually likes me for me."
Uma can see the tensing of Hedith's muscles.
"Well, how valiant of you," Hedith spits out with venom. "Do you know what else you just did? Time is a sensitive and delicate entity. A change in the past can affect the future in ways beyond your jurisdiction and the paradox of it all destroys the prior timeline."
Chloe's eyes widened and her mouth opens as if trying to ask something but nothing came out. At this, Hedith stood up and paced around.
"Your mother was supposed to be a tyrant. Your mother was supposed to be defeated by Alice. Your mother wasn't supposed to be good," Hedith pointed and waved her hand and the ward showed an image.
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