Flight of Frost and Aurora

Chapter 12

High above in the heavens, Vagatha observed Alastor as he embarked on his new life as a human. He looked so different, yet she could unmistakably recognize him. She never imagined he would be so tall—or so clumsy. A mischievous smile crept across her face as she watched him slip, stumble, and fumble while trying to assist Charlotte.

"Serves him right for comparing me to a goat," she thought, amusement bubbling within her. "He's bound to get himself into all sorts of trouble. But he does seem happy."

Vagatha's heart swelled with a mix of amusement and pride as she watched Alastor navigate his new existence. The way he interacted with Charlotte, his laughter ringing through the air like a sweet melody, filled her with warmth. Despite the clumsiness that accompanied his transformation, there was an undeniable spark of joy in his eyes that made her smile.

"Perhaps this human business isn't so bad after all," she mused, her wings fluttering gently as she hovered above the village. "If he can find happiness down there, maybe I can too. But I'll worry about that later. Right now, I need to figure out how to explain this to Mother Carmilla and Rosamund. They're definitely going to be furious."

Furious didn't even begin to describe it. In the cozy cottage of Mother Rosamund and Mother Carmilla, a palpable sense of unease hung in the air. Mother Rosamund paced back and forth, her brow furrowed with worry.

"Where could he be? He wasn't at breakfast, nor at lunch or dinner," she fretted, glancing out the window as if expecting him to appear at any moment. "That boy never misses a meal."

Mother Carmilla tended to a pot of tulips by the window. "You're worrying too much, Sister. He's likely just exploring the village."

"But this is different! He's never been gone for this long without a word. What if something has happened to him?" Rosamund's voice trembled with anxiety.

Just then, Vagatha flitted into the room, her wings shimmering with a hint of nervous energy. "Mother Carmilla! I—"

"Vagatha! Have you seen Alastor?" Rosamund interrupted, her eyes wide with concern.

Vagatha hesitated, her heart racing as she realized she had to confess the truth. "Um, well, you see..."

"Out with it, girl!" Mother Carmilla said sternly. "What do you know?"

"I... I may have seen him," Vagatha stammered, her wings drooping slightly. "But it's not what you think. He... he's not where you left him."

"What do you mean?" Rosamund demanded, her voice rising in panic. "Where is he?"

Vagatha took a deep breath, steeling herself for the inevitable fallout. "He... he turned himself back into a human and went to live on Earth."

The room fell silent, the weight of Vagatha's words hanging heavily in the air. Rosamund's face paled, and she clutched her chest. "No... no, he wouldn't..."

"He did!" Vagatha insisted, urgency rising in her voice. "He was determined to become mortal so he could be with Charlotte. He thought it was the only way to win her heart."

"That foolish boy!" Mother Carmilla exclaimed, frustration lacing her voice. "Does he not understand the consequences of such a decision? He's putting himself in grave danger!"

Tears filled Rosamund's eyes as she turned to Vagatha. "Why didn't you stop him?"

"I tried! But you know him; he never listens to me!"

"Oh good God!"

"How did he even manage to become human again?" Carmilla asked.

"He went to Lord Zestial to do it," Vagatha replied.