“What is it?”
“I… I think it’s a message in a bottle.”
“…Should we open it?”
“What are we waiting for? Let’s do this!” Seymour enthused.
It might just be a bottled message that washed up onto the shore, but either way, things get boring on the island, and this is the most exciting thing to happen to Mr. and Mrs. Darling in a long time.
“I wonder if this will give us answers as to where on earth we are!?”
“Not now Kirs, just pull!”
“I am pulling, Seymour.”
“I think I almost got it…” Kirsten grunted.
“What in the…” Kirsten marveled at the little magical shapes that floated from the opened letter. Kirsten noticed two separate pieces of paper. The first one didn’t make a lot of sense, but she knew what it was…
“Hmm…” She said. “This seems to be a…. A spell!”
“Whoa, no way! Did you make it?” Seymour questioned.
“Honey, I’ve never seen this before. And where on earth would I find a bottle?”
“There’s another paper.. it’s a letter, I think.”
“What’s it say?” Seymour asked, feeling clueless as to what was going on.
Kirsten gasped when she skimmed to the bottom to see the signature. She felt dizzy and thought for a moment she would faint.
“I… I don’t believe this. How did this happen? Oh my god…””What? What is it?” Seymour asked once more.
“I think I’m in shock.”
Kirsten then threw her arms around Seymour, crying hysterically. Only these tears were tears of joy and relief.
“Kirsten, honey… Can you please explain?”
Kirsten took a moment to calm herself down, but it didn’t stop her hands from shaking.
“Seymour… it’s a letter from our son! It’s from Yellow. He’s written a spell to save us!”
After reading the directions carefully, Seymour and Kirsten set up a bonfire.
“So we’re supposed to just throw the whole thing into the fire?” Seymour questioned. filled with anxiety.
“That’s what it says. At least I think so. Our baby’s handwriting has always been so awkward, poor thing!” Kirsten replied, quietly reminiscing to herself of the happier days with her children by her side.
“Honey I really want to do this… It’s very exhilarating and all, it’s just… I don’t trust this.” Seymour worried.
“You don’t trust our son?”Kirsten shouted angrily.
“What if it’s not from Yellow? What if it’s fake? It just seems too easy…”
“Are you fu-” Kirsten began, before abruptly stopping herself and taking a deep breath.
“Seymour…” She said, more calmly this time. “I know you’re a diehard conspiracy theorist, trust me I know. I just don’t see how we have the luxury of turning this opportunity down.”
“I know, I know!” Seymour shouted, as stress overwhelmed him. “What if we do it wrong or something?”
“What if!” Kirsten shrugged. “We don’t have any other options, Seymour. That’s what the directions say to do. The directions that our son has given us.”
“I understand honey, I do. I’d just feel more comfortable if we took some time to think about this.”
“Fine. We’ll wait.” Kirsten gave in. “No more than seven moons from now, though.”
With a heavy heart, I made my way to my biggest disaster.
I had with me, the spell that would make the barrier that shielded the cage vanish. My aunts finally gave in and taught it to me, because I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
Expecting hostility and hatred from Donna like the night before, I was bewildered when her face lit up with excitement to see me as I approached the cage.
“Yellow! I’ve been waiting for you!” She said, with an unbelievably sweet tone that greatly contrasted her attitude last night.
I approached Donna, grasping the bars tightly. She gently but eagerly place her hands on my face.
“I woke up and you were gone… I’ve been worried.” She said.
“You were? Uh, yeah. I think my aunts had something to do with that.” I said. “I’m so sorry, Donna. I didn’t mean to worry you.”
“All is forgiven. As long as you’re here now, is all that matters. It gets lonely being stuck in here, Yellow. All I could think about was getting out of here… and being next to you, of course..” She said.
“I just might have the key to granting your wish, beautiful!” I smiled.
Donna’s face lit up in relief. It was exactly what she hoped to hear.
“Listen, Yellow.. I uh- I think I made a terrible mistake. I’ve decided to stay here with you!”
A euphoric burst of adrenaline shot through my body from opposite directions. Starting with my toes and my head, and meeting halfway, causing my stomach to do flips. Hearing those words were like taking a cold drink of water after spending days in the scorching hot desert. It seemed too good to be true.
“What?!” I laughed heartily. “You mean that, Donna? You really changed your mind?!”
She squeezed me tight. and laughed along with me in joy.
“Yes! Your aunts said that I have to stay in this cage until I changed my mind, and I’ve changed my mind! Can you tell them to let me free now?”
Then it hit me. It was too good to be true, after all. Donna didn’t want to be with me. She just wanted out. I know her, and that girl is way too determined to give up on someone else’s terms. The moment I freed her she’d undoubtedly fly away.
“Of course. I should have known.” I sighed, pushing away from the bronze bars.
“Yellow? What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?”
“Forget it. I’ll let you out now, okay?”
I didn’t know the spell well, I was going purely by memory. The Crumplebottom sisters have always warned us about attempting to cast spells when emotionally compromised.
Needless to say, it took a long, long time. It felt like several hours, even. But one thing I learned growing up being the black sheep in magic class; trial and error, trial and error.
With every try, more and more lights and magic bounced around my wand, letting me know that I was close to perfecting the spell.
Finally, sparks of light and thick, green smoke filled the air surrounding the cage. The barrier was now broken, and Donna was free.
After strategically squeezing through the bars, she finally stumbled out of the cage, and frantically looked at me with concern.
“Yellow, please talk to me! Isn’t this what you wanted?” She asked.
“What exactly do you mean by ‘this’ Donna?” I hissed. “Did I want you to play with my heart, tricking me into thinking you wanted to be with me, so that you can just run away? If that’s what you mean, then NO, that is not what I wanted.”
“…How did you know?”
“I just know you, Donna. That’s all there is to it.”
“Yellow, you put me in a cage…” She reminded.
“Gah. I know, I’m sorry okay? I felt guilty and came to free you, anyway. You’re free to go now.”
She then threw her arms around me. I couldn’t resist her, no matter how angry I was. I held her tightly right back, not wanting to let go.
I was aware that our hug was becoming awkwardly long, but I didn’t care.
She gently wiggled away and took a deep breath, looking at my lips.
“Yellow, I’m so very sorry. About everything.” She whispered.