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Shadow Milk glares down at Pure Vanilla from where he floats in the air, the other looking up at him with a small smile on his face.
“I don’t want to.” He declares, turning away from the ancient now. His long blue, almost liquid like hair following the motion. He hears Pure Vanilla sigh behind him.
“You sure bluebird? Like I said, your knowledge could be of good use.” Pure Vanilla beacons, the sound of his staff hitting the ground sounding out. He moves to a different place in the room so that their eyes meet once again.
Pure Vanilla had for the last 15 minutes been trying to convince Shadow Milk to help him find a spell that could help in the war against Dark Enchantress Cookie. The reason Shadow Milk refused?
White Lily Cookie.
She was involved, because of course she was. She and Pure Vanilla Cookie had been searching through old scrolls and books from the Faerie Kingdom for weeks now, to no avail. And Pure Vanilla had suggested they could perhaps get help from Shadow Milk, and White Lily had agreed? Didn’t sound right to Shadow Milk Cookie.
Pure Vanilla speaks up after a long moment of no answer from Shadow Milk, “I know you two don’t like each other, and I’m not asking you to fix that. Not at all.” He pauses, considering how to carefully talk the other down. “We just thought your combined hatred and will to bring Dark Enchantress down could will you to help us. There's also some texts that are in languages we can't decipher, and I heard you mention..” Pure Vanilla trails off, losing his thought process a little.
Shadow Milk's ears perk up from the mention of different languages, as that’s something he’s always been quite fond of. “Language deciphering you say~?” he floats down so that he’s at Pure Vanillas eye level, a big smile on his face like he never was unhappy 5 minutes ago. Pure Vanilla doesn’t flinch at the sudden proximity, instead he smiles kindly and simply nods.
“Yes, we thought that perhaps you could help us in that department.” His voice gentle, and Shadow Milk ignores the strange feeling his stomach always gets whenever Pure Vanilla is so gentle with him. Because it's stupid.
He quickly distances himself, floating a foot or so backwards before pointing a finger in the air like you would when you yell “EUREKA!” , “Well! What are we waiting for you old slug? Of course, I’ll help you two knuckleheads with that.” He announces loudly, his usual show-face back on.
He gains a small chuckle from Pure Vanilla who starts heading towards the door, “Well, lets not keep White Lily waiting then.” Shadow Milk follows like he always does, closely behind.
When the two arrive to the room where Pure Vanilla and White Lily had made their camp for studying old stuff, a sudden tension fills the room. Shadow Milk avoids eye contact with her at all costs, while she seems to stare him down. Assessing his every move.
“WOW, no wonder you guys need my help!” Shadow Milk ignores it, he’s good at that. He floats over to the table in the middle of the room, there are mountains of books stacked on top of it. Before he can pick anything up, White Lily opens her mouth to say something, but Pure Vanilla beats her to it.
“Shadow Milk Cookie, there was a specific book we need your help with.” His voice firm, causing Shadow Milk to stop in his tracks. His hand floating over a book, which he reclines quickly from the stare he receives from White Lily. Pure Vanilla looks to White Lily and gives her a reassuring nod.
She clears her throat, “Its this one.” She picks up a book as big as some of the books Shadow Milk used to read for fun, ew. The outside is a beautiful dark blue, with golden accents covering the edges with nice detail. White Lily holds it out for him, the front-page face up towards him. His eyes scan the author, and he feels his heart drops to his stomach.
He tries to cover the feeling with a snarky remark, “This author? Smarty pants who only wrote weird stuff?” he rolls his eyes but still picks the book up from White Lilys pale hands. He holds it at a distance like the book would attack him.
“You know who wrote it?” White Lily asks, as curious as ever it seems. Shadow Milk tsch’s in response, opening the book to turn a bunch of pages scanning the spells inside. “Yeah duh, knew him personally I guess you could say..” his voice sounding more dismissive than usual.
Pure Vanilla of course picked it up, “Do you not like him?” concern filling his voice, which makes Shadow Milk straighten his back again. Covering his distaste with yet another smile, “Right on the money! Though boy, did he know his way around a good spell, like this one!”
Shadow milk points to the page he’s on in the book, he starts reading in the language on the page. Pure Vanilla and White Lily give each other a small, concerned look.
“W-wait maybe don’t read it, what does it do?” White Lily tries to protest, reaching a hand out to try and grab the book out of Shadow Milks hands. But her hand only hits a barrier which had built itself around Shadow Milk.
The room shakes, blue magic twinkling around its edges. Pure Vanilla doesn’t recognize this magic, its new, or well old. And that’s what makes it even more scary.
Theres a sudden blast of light, and Pure Vanilla quickly turns his staff off to not get blinded. He feels like he floats for a second, his entire body feeling like it’ll burn to a crisp.
But just as quickly as it came, it goes away. And he falls over, his hands landing on a patch of..
Grass?
“Shadow Milk, what was that spell?” he turns his staff back on, only to see there is no Shadow Milk. Only a very recognizable garden, and White Lily.
He runs over to White Lily, who’s hunched over on the ground. “Are you alright?” he asks, his voice filled with worry as she places a hand on her forehead.
“Yeah…Just very dizzy.” She stands up, putting a hand on Pure Vanilla to regain her balance. “Where are we?”
Pure Vanilla looks around, his eyes immediately landing on a building that looms over the garden they’re standing in. The moon giving it a beautiful blue color.
“The Yoghurt Academy?” he asks out loud, thought its more of a question to himself than anything else. White Lily looks in the same direction. Her red eyes widen is surprised, “Why does it look so….new?” she walks away from Pure Vanilla to look around at the garden that surrounds them.
“This doesn’t make sense…It shut down over 100 years ago.” Pure Vanilla massages the bridge on his nose, feeling a head ache forming. This doesn’t make sense at all, did Shadow Milks spell fix the Academy? That can’t be, it doesn’t have anything to do with wars or Dark Enchantress Cookie.
“Pure Vanilla.” White Lily speaks up, standing up from her spot of looking at a flowerbed. Pure Vanilla turns his staff her way, concern thick on his brow. “What is it White Lily Cookie?” he walks over to her, his steps careful to not step on anything.
She looks at him, big red eyes filled with a mix of dread but excitement?
“I think Shadow Milk threw us back in time.”