Forgotten

Chapter 8

Wow guys its been two months, sorry for the totally late update and the crazy short chapter!

Chapter Eight

Dauphine slowly opened her eyes. Her head was throbbing and her vision was blurry. "Mom?" she saw a shadow move closer to her, rubbing her eyes she started to focus, seeing her Mother's face. "What happened? Where am I?"

Andrea sat down on the bed next to her daughter. "Oh, honey, just relax okay. You fainted after you almost drowned!"

Dauphine frowned, trying to sit up. "Drowned? What do you mean? The last thing I remember was seeing Pete at the beach." She leaned back against the pillows trying to think. She tried hard but after she saw Pete and turned to the ocean it all went black. Her mother brushed some of her blonde hair out of her face. "Don't force your memory, my dear. Just relax and it will come back on its own."

Dauphine nodded her head. "Okay. But can't you...um...bring my memory back with magic?" she looked around her, she was in her room, except it looked different, her flowers were dead. She gasped, throwing the covers off of her, not even giving her mother time to answer.

"Dauphine, what are you doing! You need to rest," her Mothers protests fell on death ears.

She moved to the window where she had planted that first flower and made it grow. Now they were all black like they were rotten. She touched her finger to one of the petals, expecting it to fall off and crumble. But it didn't, instead it glowed a dark green where her finger had made contact, the glow disappearing immediately when she removed her finger.

She turned, wide-eyed, towards her mother.

"Mom?" Dauphine moved back to her bed, taking a seat next to her mother. "Do you know about my magic?"

Andrea looked at her daughter. When Dauphine had been born she was in a frenzy of worry. She knew that her son would be fine, males in her family absolutely didn't carry the gene, but Dauphine had a sure chance of being a traveler. Just like Andrea's mother and just like Andrea and her sister too. And when Dauphine had run up to her in the field near their home talking about how she thought she might be magic, Andrea had almost died with anxiety. She had been a bit too mean, waving her daughters gift as if it were normal. And she had been feeling guilty ever since.

Now Dauphine was looking at her, a pleading look in her beautiful brown eyes. She sighed. "Yes, my dear." She stroked her daughter's hair, continuing. "I'm sorry I never told you. I was afraid. Magic isn't all good. There are some travelers that are evil, "Andrea got up and walked to the dead flowers, touching a black leaf."So evil they bring death wherever they go."

Dauphine shook her head, "But I'm not evil!"

Her mother giggled. "Of course not! You could never be like that! But you have to understand! You can't use your magic so freely, people will..."

Dauphine frowned, suddenly remembering all the times her Mother had shot her down. Had told her that her gift was normal. She felt mad and betrayed. "This is who I am, Mother! You can't change me; my magic is who I am! You wouldn't understand! You obviously don't have any!" Dauphine felt a sharp pain as the words left her mouth, but she also felt relieved that she had spoken her mind. Andrea only smiled at her daughter. Turning towards the dead plants she reached out her hand and with one single touch, the flowerpot glowed. Slowly the flowers came back to life as Andrea watched her daughters eyes widen. "I do understand. I also understand that having magic scare normal people, so much that they try to...kill us."

Dauphine gasped, tears starting to form. Without another word, she flung herself into her mother's arms, crying and laughing. "Mom! I'm so sorry! I'll listen, I will. I didn't mean anything I said!"