Rewriting the Truth [5]

That Haunting Green Light

Twenty six year old Frieda walked through the palace's hallways in a hurry, her birthday was two months prior, it marked the 13th year from when she decided to be a witch; that was the best day of her life. "Hey Ogron," she called out to her brother, ever since her 13th birthday things had become weird between them.

The mysterious girl Ogron seemed to have liked disappeared into thin air, and no matter how hard Frieda tried she couldn't get his mind off of her. She dragged him to destroy Obscura, as well as capture the earth fairies and rip their wings off, which was a blast, but her brother only seemed half there. Frieda shrugged the thought off, "do you know why we're being summoned?"

"Not we," Ogron said as he stared at his sister wondering how different her future would be if Lila's prophecy was right. "No," he yelled at himself "Lila lied to him, she tried to use him to kill Frieda, the girl was probably working for Selina, why would Frieda ever choose to be fairy anyways, she was happy with her life with them."

Ogron sighed as he shook his head lightly forcing himself to forget the girl he used to like. "They only want to see you," Ogron said finally to Frieda "so best not keep them waiting."

"Well alright, hey maybe if you're up for it we can have a hand to hand combat," Frieda said smiling as she heard Belladonna scream her name from the throne room "just like the old days!"

The old days before Frieda knew magic, before her choice, before any of this was real, "maybe..."

"FRIEDA!" Belladonna shrieked.

"I've got to go but I'll catch you later," Frieda said as she ran away from Ogron sprinting into the throne room. "I'm here, I'm here!"

"Took you long enough," Belladonna said "what did I tell you about talking to Ogron?"

"That it was a waste of my time and breath," Frieda said looking downwards "I'm sorry I just think there's still hope to bring him back."

"Oh dear," Tharma said "we all wish that too, but at a certain point, you must give up, and let the helpless be. You've got so much potential, don't waste it all on him."

"Of course," Frieda said looking up, not a tear in her eyes, not even a look of regret, she looked stone cold, "consider it done, I don't need to waste my time on him, when I can be causing chaos and helping you. Why'd you call me here?"

"Frieda, we'd like you to meet your cousin," Lyssilis said "Valtor."

"Hello there Frieda," Valtor said smiling softly "I've waited so long to meet you, and now, wow I mean look at how much you grew!"

"Hello Valtor," Frieda said "I've heard much about you, you also hold the dark dragon flame, just like me right?"

"That's correct," Valtor said chuckling "three amateur witches broke me out of the Omega dimension, they claim they are direct ancestors from you three."

"Oh you must be talking about Winter's daughters," Belladonna said "sadly they are, but they are nothing compared to Frieda. That's why I've called you both here, Valtor, I want you to take Frieda along with you on your quest to conquer the Magic Dimension."

"Ditch those three for some time with my cousin," Valtor said smirking "any day! So what do you say Frieda, do you want to know how it feels to be a real witch?"

Another chance to have the best brother ever, Ogron was a lost cause, he was heart broken, and stuck in a different type of corruption point. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't bring back the brother that she used to have, but now, now she had another chance. Frieda looked at Valtor sizing him up; what did she have to loose. "I'd love that, and maybe you can be my big brother."