17th Episode – We can make it (S1 Ep.17-1)

Without Magic

Dianne: I knew. I felt it in your words. Which was I?

Joan: Aer, the Guardian of the Winds.

Dianne: Huh… It's still ironic, the wind can make a mess and I like everything well organized.

Joan: You always had been so, your temperament and your notorious abilities were two of the main reasons that led the people of the Valley of the Fairies to choose you.

Dianne: Be honest with me! We don't need the Princess to recover her memories for us to recover ours, do we? Do you fear to cause us pain, when she retrieve them and, if she does not accept them, is that correct?

Joan: Yes. You must experience each memory as you get them back... It's just a fraction of a second but consumes you in such a way... You’ll relive everything, with a lot more intensity…

Dianne: I see. How can we help her?

Joan: I did what I could, I cleaned the poison out of her mind. Now is up to her, she has to want to come back to us… Without magic.

Dianne: She is already struggling. For what she said there was no magic involved. The Princess has a diary of her past life?

Joan: Yes, but… Her reports are poisoned memories. Wouldn't help.

Dianne: What did she like to do back then, do you remember?

Joan: She's the same... Loved the sea. - Freed a smile remembering of Katarina, sitting on a log under a tree by the sea, drawing... - Loved to paint! She did pretty charcoal paintings.

Dianne: There's our gap. Do you have some of her paintings? Probably she kept some of her good memories on them.

Joan: For a while I had them. She always spoke in as wanted her atelier... - Her eyes filled with tears remembering those times. - I created it for her, hoping she would recover and come back to us, but she never returned, worsened by the day and I was still learning what was going on, who I really was... After what happened I turned the atelier into a gallery, in her memory. It was a long time ago…

Dianne: Please don't cry. Together we will find a way. We will protect her, even if that means you have to release us. Each one of us will accept the consequences.

Joan: I know and I am grateful for your sacrifices. All of you are special, you have a heart of courage, but it's my job to protect you. And I'm not going to fail you once more.

Dianne grabbed Joan in a strong hug and uttered...

Dianne: We will be together no matter what!

With the whistle of the kettle, Dianne removed the water from the stove and prepared the teas. Joan wiped away the tears, grabbed a plate and put on it a few slices of cake. And then, both returned to the living room. The environment was a little lighter, the pressure of the discussion and the discomfort of the mistrust in the revelations made by Joan faded.

The evening spent with Joan surrounded by questions. Dianne didn't seem to have a lot of this waiting for a reply, but Sofie and Monic couldn't contain their enthusiasm. However, I was surprised, their questions were not based on them as individuals, but on the era, in the way things were done back then. "How could the world work without technology, asked Sofie". Somehow, we accept the reality in which Joan saw us. All witnessed their acts of magic and inside of us felt the truth in her words. I believe that the girls understood as the subject weakened Joan and therefore put their doubts more generally.

I was a little less receptive because I still felt the sorrow of her lack of confidence. Joan forced me to do something I didn’t want to and I didn't have any control over me to avoid it. And it hurt me more than words can describe… I understand now her motivations to make me forget. To be honest, I don't understand really that much. She did it to protect the girls, to protect me, if their lives were in danger, I would do the same, put me in a position where I would have to do something I wouldn’t like, I wouldn't lie about having done it, but I'd do it if it was imperative for their survival and that I can make an effort to understand. But... What Mikhael has to do with this story? I know he's her brother and I know that in another life I loved him... Why would she make me forget him... At this time, in this life!?