![]() Only later, when she had time, would she think about her poor Briar Rose and how it was possible that none of them had seen this darkness within their adopted daughter. The golden sparks that represented her loosely held together consciousness barely glittered in the gloom that blanketed the world. Flora bounced through dream forests and nightmare castles, fogs of worry and large blank places of stark depression and madness. ![]() The sleeper tossed and turned and moaned because of whatever had happened in there, and her pricked finger had started bleeding again. It was a terrible place, this inside of her adopted niece’s head, with the evil fairy running rampant in it. She had broken off a piece of her soul and sent it into the sleeping nether realm Maleficent ruled. Flora stayed as calm as she could in the midst of it, hovering in the air, willing the universe to help her as she tried to reach Rose again. ![]() ![]() Nothing worked, and sometimes all it seemed to do was prolong their agony. Fauna and Merryweather flew around, frantically trying to tend to them, staunching the wounds with clean bandages here, trying a healing spell there. They thrashed and gasped and choked like fish thrown out on dry land. As midnight approached, first one and then another and then another court noble suddenly began to start bleeding. ![]()
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