Musa’s hands cover her face as she thinks on your argument to commit suicide over your secret presence; when she lowers her hands, you see a skeptic’s glance at your diminutive figure. Unsure of her next move, you try to keep your head on a swivel as you scoot away from her and towards the far side of the coffee table.
“Wait one minute,” she orders you. When you meet her eyes, she asks, “How did you know about the Trix Witches and the fact that there are monsters in the forests around here?”
You lift yourself up to your wobbly feet. Your response to her query is “Are you kidding? My kid sister watches ‘The Winx Club’ cartoon show and collects all of your merchandise. Movies, shirts, and dolls are some of the things that she owns with your face on it, as well as the other girls. Granted, you appear as normal, human-sized beings on television.”
“What are you talking about? Someone is watching us? Takes our pictures? You just said that you are from Earth, just like Bloom.” Confusion runs rampant all over her face.
You try to halt the looks of concern on her face with a reassuring voice, “No, no, no. I mean yes, she is from Earth, and so am I. But MY Earth created her Earth and the world of Alfea—the whole fairy, specialist and witch world—all the places that you and your friends live in. It exists as a form of entertainment.”
You look around you and see your backpack and rain jacket back in the puddle of water that you showed up in. “I can prove it,” you announce. Watching her carefully, you crawl over to your stuff. You pull out your phone, and play your sister’s ring tone. The ‘Winx Club Theme Song’ starts to fill the air, and Musa’s eyes bulge. You continue, “There is more, but I may need to mess with my stuff to show you all of it.”
Musa gulps. In a shaky voice, she asks, “If you are from another dimension that creates the events in our world, it is serious that we get you back. You sticking around might cause a deviation of events. And keep those events to yourself; if you tell me, then I might act differently from how you remember those events.”
You breathe a sigh of relief. You think, ‘Finally, we are moving in the right direction.’ Out loud, you reply, “Alright, so what can we do? You need to figure out that spell, that music rain dance that you, uh, mixed up, and I need to find somewhere to hide, from the other Winx girls and the Trix sisters or other witches.” You begin to pace around on the coffee table, while looking around the main room of the dormitory. “It might be better if I am placed either really high or rather close to your bed. Placed up high, I can hide out of sight and keep an eye on events. I know, but some of the events put you guys on the wrong foot, like the awakening of Dark Bloom.”
Musa nods her head to what you say, and her brow furrows as she responds, “I think that you might be on to something. I can rig up something for you next to my bed, like Kiko’s little rabbit bed, but with a cover to hide you. But just one thing…”
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