"You thought you've read every fairytale out there? Trust me, it's only the beginning..."
Just when our heroes thought life could be normal for once, a new threat walks into Storybrooke, and to make matters worse, our beloved author, Henry, is sucke...
I'm an incompetent, stupid human being who doesn't know how to what the concept of "Keeping with a Schedule" means!!! That's all I have to say.
But it's my birthday [Oct. 6] and I thought that I'd at least give you guys a gift since I made you guys wait way too long for this. [I DESERVE NOTHING!!]
Hope you guys enjoy this chapter... because you'll proably hate me by the end of it
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~Melody's POV~
I would've thought by now the effects of the Golden Sunflower would've left my body, but the cursed pollen sure is sticking around for the long run. After three weeks, it should've been washed away with each stitch cleaning or flushed out of my body with all the fluids I've been forced to drink.
Nope.
Even if the flower didn't disable me, I've had to go along with healing the hole in my neck the old fashion way, with medicine. It's a good thing Storybrooke wasn't short of good doctors. By now, I trust Dr. Whale with my life. He has saved me countless times, and his procedures are quick and effective.
Though I've become "magic crippled", Dr. Whale found it a "miracle" that I can say a few words every minute or so, given the fact that the stitching hasn't gone through all the way. I've barely found my old voice just a couple days ago but even talking strains my throat. So as a necessary precaution, my magic does most of the talking for me.
Henry still finds it creepy when he hears my voice echo in his mind (he's beginning to understand my struggle), and he thinks that my telepathy automatically means I'm reading his every thought. That's not true-well, I can read his thoughts if I wanted to but that's an invasion of privacy. He doesn't take my word for it. It's just another thing he finds strange, and interesting, about my magic.
But speaking of my magic, and given the fact that the Golden Sunflower's pollen is still latched in my wound, my powers are seemingly being sucked out of me and disintegrating within the pollen and my body becomes weak as a result. Who knew I relied so much on magic? It's like it's seeping in my blood and bones. Nevertheless, I've manage. I've gotten used to my sore muscles and common fatigue.
I've got a routine that I can manage to keep up with... even if it means I have to stay in my house at all times.
Since the sunflower's pollen is draining me, my powers (and me) are weaker than usual. I still hold my own but only in emergencies. Given my condition, I can't risk putting myself in danger so it was best to stay in the safest place I know. My home.
But it's not that bad.
I'm on house arrest-though not officially, it's like some unspoken rule everyone and I agreed on-but it still feels like I'm living in the outside world. Sure I can't step foot outside, even if I had someone with me, but I have been seeing more people than usual come and go from the house.
