User blog:Isaac Kifer/The Mistake/One More Time/Duality

The Mistake

In the proceeding days, the pains had become much worse. Her body ached and she was assailed by constant headaches. It seemed to that her power was becoming less her own. It started with changes when she transformed; when she wanted Dragon wings she got Thunderbird wings. At first, it was only annoying, but as time went on even the more mundane uses for her powers got more out of her hand. Now, she could barely grow a flower with a single touch without it being set on fire. And the headaches, they only compounded and made it much harder for her to focus. It was if there was someone stomping around the inside of her head. She needed to do something, anything to help take the edge off. She let out a sigh as she racked her mind for something, maybe her mother would have an idea as to why she was ailed so? It was settled then. She'd travel back to her own time and find out exactly what was going on with herself. She only hoped that this wasn't going to be a mistake. Meanwhile, three other entities worried about the girl and how little time there was left before the girl faded away. It was nearly time for everything to come to a head.

One More Time

Morgan sat there, reading though the book that belonged to a girl before her. Ophelia was her name, and Morgan's family didn't enjoy talking about her if they talked about it at all. The odd thing was that the name sounded familiar, like it was burning a hole in the back of her head as she thought about it. She had a hard time getting anything about the girl from anyone. She supposed that it might've been for the better anyhow. That strange feeling had woken her up that morning. Her coffee had grown cold since she had made it, the book required more attention than her drink. Something within its pages had changed. The changes had happened before, events that threatened the existence of her peaceful life and those that she held dear. The note at the front of the book revealed its true purpose, to chronicle the events of the past and pinpoint when to travel back to. Her forays into the past left her with questions and she had debated with herself if all of her actions had been mistakes, selfish desires by a selfish girl. Maybe it was time to put the book away and focus on establishing a merchant trade like her mother suggested? Then, the text before her caught her attention. There was something that threatened her home, if it came to pass, things would be much different. She might even cease to be. There was no time for second guessing herself or to debate it with the others. She would fix the past, one more time.

Duality

Ophelia watched as her moms went about their work. The half-eaten apple sat at her side while she sat there watching. Her cherished friend would be coming over to play later, their fathers had something to discuss. So, she had the afternoon free for the time being. She had briefly considered napping to pass the time, but her other half scolded her for sleeping too much. They were both excited however, this would be the first time since they went back to change the past that they hung out. All things considered, she get off rather light for having "borrowed" the time travel device and changing major history. A weeks grounding and increased lessons plus some more yard work but to the two, it seemed well worth all the trouble. Ophelia's other half reminded her of the apple and she nipped absent-minded at it again, spitting out the other shell of the apple as she did so. Letting out a sigh, she thought back to the events. True enough, her goal had been accomplished albeit with some hindrances and unexpected results; she certainly hadn't meant to leave such an impact of her past moms. Her face flushed in embarrassment recalling it. But again, it was all worth it. If nothing else, it reminded her that time travel was serious business; that she considered little else other than her family over her friend's happiness, that she had to be more careful about what she did in the past, and how empty she felt when she and her other half were separated. Her body went cold at the thought. A part of her being, her soul, was forcibly removed from her body. Her shadow seemed to lengthen and grow against the tree behind her. Its form much like hers only with horns crowning its head. She didn't ever want to feel like that again, so empty and alone. But there was comfort in the shade of the tree, in the encompassing shadow behind her, in the duality of her nature. Her friend was safe, she was back home and in once piece, and most importantly; she wasn't alone.