Sloane Dolores

Sloane’s dress flows around her as thick scarlet red ribbons of smoke fill the room. However, is this really a room? No, not at all. This is much further from reality than she thought. This “room” Sloane  appears to be in is no more than a memory of the past. She sees her younger self in the distance studying a strange flower that gives off an eerie sapphire blue glow. Sloane rushed towards her with her curiosity getting more and more unbearable to ignore. What was she doing? Why was she holding this odd glowing flower? Each question burned in her head, each one harder to disregard. This memory was quite uncanny, usually when she has memories of the past, the reasoning of it occurring is apparent to her, but this one is quite different from the others. The reason for this memory was beyond her knowledge. What she didn’t remember about this specific memory was that this timeline was when the vision of who she was and who she wanted to be entirely changed. In her teenage years she always thought that she could be the hero of every story; the person everyone looked up to and had a great reputation. In reality, it was stupid to think because nobody is the hero in every story. Besides, being the villain is far more enjoyable. In a few moments from now, she is about to revisit the first time that she decided that she no longer wanted to be the hero of her story, when she no longer wanted to have the best reputation out of all of her ancestors. As her vision clears up from the tears bursting from her eyes after dashing across a land of nothingness and smoke, she is standing directly behind her dainty and innocent past self. She feels the breezy wind start to pick up speeds as her dress starts flowing in the air once more, giving her deja vu from moments earlier. As she realizes what the odd flower her younger self is holding actually was, the memories come flooding back to her mind, not a single one forgotten. This was the exact blue rose that had changed her life forever. When you think of it that way, it sounds quite silly. However, this moment was when she first shifted the gears of her mindset, those old rusted gears prior were long gone. You see, when she had first studied the art of potion making she had played around with the many different potions she made. One unforgettable combination had made this one blue rose. This blue rose is special. No, not because of its color. This rose is special because it can poison any human being in the universe. The roots of this flower would make its way through every part of the human’s body until it lived and thrived throughout it all. After this happened, the flower would appear as if it was growing through the skin of the human it poisoned, until the human turned into an unrecognizable statue surrounded by nature including various types of flowers, vines, and weeds. Or, at least that’s what it did in her current timeline. What if the timelines altered and she wasn’t able to figure out how to fix it? Raging anxiety coursed through her as she thought of the possibility that the spell was altered in a new unknown timeline. As she was about to scream at her past self to give her the flower in her hand, she was abruptly woken up feeling like she had been hit by a train. However, she wasn’t hit by a train, she was just laying in her bedroom as if it was a normal day. “What happened?” she wondered, not remembering the strange dream- or memory she had just experienced. Despite her confusion trying to keep her awake through the night, she fell into a restless sleep.