Bright futures

“No,” she said, so sharply that Darkstalker and Fathom both winced. “I don’t want any more spells on me, Darkstalker. I can’t believe you betrayed me like that.”

“Like what?” he said innocently.

“The earrings!” she cried. “You put a secret spell on me! You messed with my power, Darkstalker. Don’t you see how wrong that is?”

Fathom took a step back, his face crumpling into shock and sorrow.

“Oh,” Darkstalker said, flipping his tail dismissively. “That was such a little spell. I just wanted to keep you focused on the happy futures, like we talked about. I knew you couldn’t do it on your own, no matter how much you promised me you would. So the earrings faded back all the dark paths, that’s all. I was only trying to make you happier, Clearsight.”

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