Vision or Warning part 1

"Summon me," Rosalind suddenly spoke. "Now that you have your own magic, summon me."

Without wasting any more time, I touched the flower tattoo on my forearm and spoke her name. A magic circle appeared beside my bed, and Rosalind, the Fairy Queen, stepped out of it.

The entire room froze. My mother and Fleur stood in shock, their eyes wide as they took in the regal presence of the Fairy Queen. Then, hearing her suggestion in my head, I nodded in agreement. Taking a deep breath, I spoke.

"Mama, when the Fairy Queen realized the danger I was in, she gave me a Phoenix and a Nature Spirit to stay by my side."

My mother's gaze shifted to the Phoenix, then to the Nature Spirit. She opened her mouth as if to speak but hesitated. After a moment, she simply nodded—a quiet token of appreciation. The Fairy Queen responded with a warm smile.

"Mama, can I have some Choco Jam? I want to share it with the Fairy Queen," I asked.

Truthfully, Rosalind had demanded chocolates in return for helping me out of my predicament. I wasn't sure why she wanted more so soon, considering my family had already provided her with a generous amount of sweets and fries just a week ago. Nonetheless, her timely help had saved me from a dilemma. I had no problem keeping my abilities hidden, but I didn't want to lie to my family either.

(Meanwhile, in the Fairy Realm, the two elder Fairy Queens eagerly awaited their younger sister's return, hoping she would bring back the treasured snacks from the terrestrial world.)

After exchanging a few words and receiving the bag of sweets, Rosalind prepared to leave. Before stepping into the magic circle, she turned back and said, "Don't forget to meet the unicorn."

Once she was gone, I noticed Fleur and Demiguise locked in an intense staring contest with Celia. Wait…..was that a chocolate between them? Realizing the cause of their standoff, I handed them two more chocolates, effectively resolving the conflict.

"Where is Grandma Amelia?" I asked my mother.

Her eyes, lost in thought, slowly focused on me. For a moment, she simply stared, and I couldn't help but wonder if I had done something wrong recently. As I racked my brain for possible mistakes, she finally spoke.

"Do you want to meet the unicorns again?"

I nodded eagerly.

"Wait here. I'll send her, but I'm not sure she'll be willing to take you out right now. Aimé, you really are a trouble magnet."

In my mind, a certain Fairy Queen readily agreed with my mother's statement.

A short while later, Grandma Amelia arrived. Before I could even greet her, she spoke first.

"I can't take you into the forest right now. The whole area is being guarded by forest elves, and our village is also under search. Now is not the time to visit the unicorns. I understand that the Fairy Queen asked you to meet them, but it's too dangerous for now."

She then turned her attention to the newest additions to my ever-growing collection of Pokèmon—ahem, I mean, my new friends.

"This Phoenix… it's really…" She hesitated, struggling to find the right words. "Unique? Yes, that's probably the best way to describe it. Aimé, your Phoenix is truly… different."

A spark of curiosity lit up in her eyes as she turned toward me again.

"Let me go and ask your father about his family history. I wonder… could you, by any chance, be related to the Dumbledore family? Oh! Let me tell you a story. It's said that a Phoenix always appears before the Dumbledore family in times of great need."

As she spoke, her excitement grew, and before I could say anything, she hurried out of the room. Well, I suppose she was off to trouble my father now.

After spending time with my grandmothers, I had come to understand them a little better.

My own Grandma was kind and loving. She had a sharp eye for details and could pick up on the smallest nuances in speech, which made it nearly impossible for Fleur and me to lie to her. But at the same time, she was the one who indulged us the most.

Grandma Eva, on the other hand, was quiet and reserved. I suspected that working a desk job in the Elven lands had taken much of the fun out of her life. She often struggled to connect with Fleur and me, but I knew she cared for us deeply in her own way.

The most fun-loving of them all was Grandma Amelia. Perhaps because she had once taught young children, she always seemed to know exactly what was on my mind. She loved sharing stories about magical creatures and often let us play with the ones she had saved. Among the three, she was undoubtedly the most adventurous.

The rest of the morning passed in the company of my magical companions. Eventually, Fleur grew tired and curled up beside me, drifting off to sleep. I, too, began to feel drowsy. Calling for Minnie, I asked her to take all the animals away before settling into bed myself.

And with that, I fell into a deep, peaceful slumber.

....

I was floating.

A dense forest stretched endlessly before me, ancient trees rising like silent sentinels. There was nothing else—no wind, no birdsong, only the suffocating stillness of something unnatural. I realized then that this was no ordinary dream. I was seeing a vision, a glimpse of something yet to come.

A massive olive-green snake slithered past me, its sheer size overwhelming. Its scales gleamed in the dim light, and the sound it made—the rasp of scales against dead leaves—sent a shiver down my spine. It exuded something primal, something terrifying.

The snake moved forward, gliding toward a monstrous tree that stood apart from the others. It was hollow, its bark blackened as if scorched by some ancient fire. It bore no leaves, no signs of life. Looking at it, I felt an unnatural dread coil around my heart, as though the tree itself was watching me, whispering horrors only the dead could understand. One glance could drive a man to madness.

But the snake did not hesitate. It slid toward the hollow, vanishing into its dark embrace.

Then the vision shifted.

A new place emerged—darker, crueler. A graveyard of beasts. The ground was littered with bones, twisted and broken, their jagged edges gleaming under an unseen light. Skulls of unidentifiable creatures stared at me with hollow, empty sockets.

At the far end of this forsaken place, something moved.

A baby.

I drifted closer, and as I did, my breath caught in my throat.

The infant was grotesque—small, malformed, its flesh raw and unnatural. It had no true skin, only a sickly covering that barely clung to its frame. And its breath—ragged, shallow—was not the breath of a living being, but of something clinging to existence by sheer will alone.

A thought struck me like a dagger to the heart.

This was Voldemort.

The Voldemort that had been reborn through dark magic, through unnatural means.

Then, from the shadows, the snake appeared. The same olive-green serpent from before, its gaze sharp and knowing. It slithered around the deformed child, coiling protectively. Then, in a slow, deliberate motion, it opened its mouth and let a drop of venom fall onto the child's lips.

The child drank.

Realization struck me like thunder.

This was Nagini.

Nagini—the cursed, the bound.

The scene shifted again.

I was standing on a circular platform, suspended in a void of red and black. The walls around me pulsed, as though alive, bound in thick chains that rattled with unseen energy. There was no light. No sound. No escape.

Then, something took form before me.

A soul.

It was faint, flickering like a candle about to be extinguished. White, but dimming. Fading.

It spoke.

"Please… help me."

The voice was weak, trembling. Desperate.

"Before I lose myself completely… find me. In the Albanian Forest."

The soul quivered. I could feel its fear, its urgency.

"But beware… the Rogue God. He sees all. He watches everyone."

A pause. Then, a warning—spoken in a voice that made my blood turn cold.

"Do not trust every god."

My heart pounded.

"There is a betrayer among them. He cursed our family… I don't have much time. Please, he—"

The voice cut off. The soul flickered—then vanished.

The chains on the walls tightened, groaning under unseen force.

And then, I understood.

I was inside the soul of Nagini.

This was a curse—an ancient, monstrous thing. A blood curse, meant to torment generations upon generations, its grip unrelenting.

I had to act.

Seeing my determination, Golden Black flames erupted from my body, but before it could do anything, the vision shifted once more.

Now, I was floating inside a temple.

Light poured in from an immense glass ceiling above, golden and pure. The air was thick with solemnity, as though even the walls held their breath in reverence.

Statues lined the chamber, each carved with divine precision. They depicted three goddesses, seated in eternal vigil.

The first spun thread from a spindle, her fingers deft and unerring.

The second measured its length, her expression unreadable.

And the last—her shears poised—waited.

I knew who they were.

The Moirai.

The Fate Sisters.

Clotho, the Spinner of Life.

Lachesis, the Measurer of Fate.

Atropos, the Inevitable End.

Then the vision changed again.

An island emerged from the void, its shores beaten by unseen tides. At its heart stood a temple unlike any I had ever seen.

Its massive structure was carved from black marble, imposing and solemn. No ornament adorned its surface, only three colossal doors. Each bore a single ancient symbol—

A spindle.

A loom.

A pair of shears.

Inside, the air was heavy with incense and myrrh, the scent clinging to my skin like a second shadow. The torches flickered, casting shifting shapes upon the stone. The silence was oppressive, as if even time dared not intrude upon this sacred ground.

And there, at the heart of the temple, they sat.

The three sisters.

Motionless. Silent. Watching.

I did not speak. I did not move.

I merely floated before them, quitly waiting.