Descendants: The rise of red

A silver butterfly

That same evening, as shadows mysteriously fled along the corridors of the Merlin Academy, Fay found herself in one of the quietest corners of the courtyard. The moon was hidden behind a heap of clouds, but the lights of the fireflies delicately illuminated the surrounding space. Fay, with a furrowed brow, nervously clutched her magic wand, trying to focus.
"Concentrate, concentrate, you just need to imagine exactly what you want to create," she muttered to herself, but her hands were trembling. In front of her, a bush of red roses waited for its flowers to turn into bright sunflowers, but so far all her attempts had failed. The roses either wouldn't change at all, or turned into random objects, like an old sock or a small puff of pink smoke.
"Oh come on, why can't I do this?" she burst out in frustration. "Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo!" She gave the bush a small tap with her wand. The roses vibrated slightly but remained as they were, unchanged and unyielding.
Just then, Jane happened to be walking along the garden path. With her brown hair tied up in a messy bun, Jane was known as one of the calmest and most intelligent students at the Academy. She had never been particularly interested in magic, preferring to use her intelligence to study nature with its flora and fauna rather than powerful spells. Seeing Fay upset and struggling, she stopped.
"Fay? Is everything alright?" Jane asked softly, approaching her.
Fay jumped slightly, surprised by the sudden presence. "Oh, Jane! Yes, I'm fine... actually, no, not really. I can't get this spell to work! No matter how many times I try, nothing happens the way I want it to."
Jane observed the bush for a moment, then looked at Fay's wand. She smiled reassuringly and sat down next to her on the grass. "Have you tried calming down a bit? Sometimes, when we're too anxious, magic doesn't flow properly."
Fay sighed, lowering the wand. "I know... but it's so frustrating. My uncle expects me to take his place one day. If I can't even perform a simple transformation spell, how will I ever become a real fairy godmother?"
Jane looked at her with understanding. "I get that you're worried. But you don't need to compare yourself to others. Everyone has their own pace. Can I help you? Maybe we can do it together, step by step."
Fay looked at her, surprised and grateful for the offer. "Really? You'd help me?"
Jane nodded with a smile. "Of course. Let's see. First of all, take a deep breath. Try to relax. Magic responds better to a calm mind."
Fay followed the advice, taking a deep breath and trying to ease the tension that had stiffened her shoulders. Jane watched carefully, noticing the slight tremor in Fay's hands.
"Perfect," Jane continued. "Now, clearly visualize in your mind what you want to achieve. What shape do you want to give this rose bush?"
Fay closed her eyes and imagined a small silver butterfly fluttering lightly among the sunflower petals. It was an image that brought her serenity, and focusing on it made her feel more stable.
"I've got the image," she said softly.
"Good," replied Jane. "Now, say the spell with confidence. Let the wand be an extension of your will, not something you have to control."
Fay opened her eyes and gently pointed the wand at the bush. In a faint voice, she whispered, "Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo," feeling a wave of warmth flow from her hands to the tip of the wand.
A small flash of light emerged from the wand's tip and enveloped the bush. For a moment, Fay feared she had failed again, but then she saw something extraordinary: the roses began to change, their petals slightly unfurling, and from them emerged others, but in a bright yellow color, just as she had imagined. Butterflies appeared out of nowhere and fluttered lightly in the air, glowing under the fireflies' light.
Fay watched the scene wide-eyed, incredulous. "I did it... I really did it!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with joy.
Jane smiled broadly. "I told you. You just needed to believe in yourself a little more."
Fay turned to Jane, her face beaming. "Thank you, Jane. I never would have done it without you," she said, giving her a warm hug.
Jane stood up and gave her an affectionate pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Fay. We're all here to learn."
The two girls laughed together as the silver butterflies danced in the sky, illuminating the quiet night.