*now told in Jasmine’s point of view*
When we appeared, we where in…my backyard? I didn’t say anything, or asked questions, I just did as I was told. The Duchess walked (with me obediently following her. If you didn’t catch it last time, I’m now her slave.) to where ever she wanted to go. She explained to me how she got her powers. As a little girl, her mother, the Princess of Malaysia disowned her and abandoned her when she found out she had been born with magical powers. She was considered cursed….the story paused.
It was hot and humid, so she decided to take a rest in the shade of a nearby tree and allowed me to do so as well.
I was breathing heavily. I was thirsty, and this early September day was pretty hot. I longed for Fall weather to come and cool everything down. That made me sad for a moment – how long would I be bound out to this lady, anyways?
I noticed the Duchess was panting (like a dog lol) too so I asked her, “If you have so much magical powers, why don’t you make a cooler outfit for yourself? That black is attracting too much heat.” She eyed me with such a look that made the point across that I shouldn’t be offering suggestions and acting smarter than her, but she was too hot to do anything about it. Finally, with a *POOF* she was… In a different outfit. I gawked at how beautiful she was, now that I could see her face. She also bore a shocking resemblance to Molly – whose feelings I had hurt very much. I was saddened again. “I can read your mind, darling, and I know I made you hurt your friend Molly. Well, everything will be fine, if you’re so worried about it, I’ll make her forget all about it. I have so many powerful powers, you have no idea. I am, after all, her long-lost aunt, she just doesn’t know it yet.” The Duchess smiled. “Please, ma’am? Can you do that? Or at least make her forgive me or something?” I asked. Then it dawned on me. “YOU’RE HER “LONG-LOST AUNT”?!?!!?!!!!” She gave me another look. I clamped my mouth shut. So much for being a respectful, obedient slave.
“Yes. Her great-great-great-great grandmother, Molly McIntire the first of 1944, had a sister, and she was my great-great-great-great grandmother. She never knew she had an aunt. She’s related somehow to the Malaysian royal blood.” She explained.
“Is it in Malaysia?”
“Didn’t I tell you to stop asking questions?!”
“No, I was banished from Malaysia after my parents disowned me. The only way I can get the rare pink gem of the mines of Malaysia is through you. That unlocks the secret too – never mind. I have much to tell you about your past, your relation to my Malaysian royal blood, as well as Molly’s.”
I almost passed out of shock. Molly and I? Related to Malaysian royal blood? And each other? I felt more close to Molly – and this woman, whom, somehow I was related to as well.
All of the sudden, I missed Molly so much and her room and –
Pain grew in my body. I realized I had thought about something else! I could barely yell “DUCHESS! HELP!” when POOF
TO BE CONTINUED