Chapter 3

Once they were done, Rosabella finally served dinner which was Mac and Cheese. They decided to eat in the kitchen and once they were done Rosabella finally let Olive put her hand in the cookie bowl, letting her take it to the living room for some post dinner entertainment.

As Olive took the bowl to the living room, Rosabella poured the both of them a glass of soda and while she was alone, she did something extremely strange. She took out a vial from her pocket and pored it's contents into the glass meant for Olive. The red liquid fizzled and glowed ominously before fading and integrating with the transparent liquid. 

The smirk on her face was ever so discomforting. As she heard Olive's footsteps, she wiped the smile of her face and grabbed both glasses. The minute she turned around and took a step, Olive came into the kitchen a smile on her face. Rosabella handed her the glass with the liquid mixed in. "Here you go, have you set up the movie?" She questioned in order to distract Olive from noticing anything weird.

There was no need for her alertness because Olive didn't even think before taking a sip from the glass. Rosabella quietly let out a relived sigh, "Of course she wouldn't suspect me. I'm her mother" she thought in the safety of her mind as they moved from the kitchen to the living room. 

" Yes I have, the opening credits are almost finished" Olive informed as they walked and truly when they got there the opening credits of the movie had ended. Mother and daughter took a seat and prepared themselves to spend the next two hours immersed in the movie.

After a while, Olive began to doze off and so her mom set her off to bed so eagerly that if Olive was more aware she might have noticed it but as she was currently fighting the frenemy that is sleep it completely went over her head.

Once she was done settling Olive in bed, Rosabella returned to the living room to clear up their mess and switch off the TV. As she finished clearing up like any mother would so she checked the doors and windows to be sure they were locked before switching off the lights and retiring to bed, a pleased smile on her lips while she did all this. 

At midnight, Olive began to dream again. This time she woke up in a field of white lilies wearing a white dress. She looked around and all she could see for miles where lilies all white in color. She had never felt so at peace. This peaceful feeling was however ruined by a dark fog that suddenly appeared in the distance and began to sweep over the flowers. Every flower that was touched by the fog would wither and regrow as a black dahlia. The fog kept growing closer and more flowers kept withering and regrowing.

As the flowers kept changing her originally white dress was becoming black as well. The change started from from the hem of the gown and was now slowly creeping its way up. She didn't know why but the sight of her slowly changing gown put a feeling of panic in her heart.

The fog kept drawing closer and even though she wanted to run, she was frozen in place and unable to move anything but her head. She looked to the side and her gaze fell on a white lily. It was different from the rest in the sense that it was in a glass jar and the jar was on a table. She hadn't noticed it before but the sight however, reminded her of the cursed rose from the Beauty and the Beast cartoons she had watched as a child.

As she looked at the lily, it began to glow and the strange feeling of being unable to move ended and she was finally able to turn her entire body to face the lily in a jar. She moved towards the jarred lily, the closer she got the more an urgent feeling to take the jar and run away appeared in her heart. So she ran toward the table, grabbed the jar and began to run.

Her taking the jar irritated the fog and so it began to spread faster, withering and corrupting more and more flowers. As she ran she looked back and saw that the fog was much closer than it was before and the black on her dress was now past her knee. The closer the fog grew, the faster the black on her dress spread.

After running for a while, the white on her dress was completely gone and the fog had now assumed a humanoid shape but she still hadn't reached the end of the field. The only surviving lily was there one she was carrying and all around her was a sea of black. She was getting tired, her lungs were burning and her legs were aching. However, she didn't stop running, she couldn't afford to stop. 

Her running came to a sudden halt because in front of her was a wall of fog. She felt it the moment her pursuer caught up with her, but the minute she turned to look at who or whatever it was, overwhelming black covered her vision and she jolted awake in the real world.

Her mom who was by her side and had been shaking her and calling out her name, suddenly stopped. "Olive..." she called out tentatively. 

Olive couldn't hold it tin anymore and burst into tears, shocking her mother, who quickly moved and pulled her into a hug. "It's okay, it was just a bad dream. It's alright" she comforted in a soft voice.

Rosabella continued to whisper words of comfort to Olive for an hour. She only stopped when Olive stopped crying." Do you want to talk about it? "She asked hoping to know what she had seen that made her so startled that she could breakdown and cry this much.

Olive however gave an answer in the negative and for a moment while Olive was not looking, a dark look rested on Rosabella's face before it was quickly wiped away and she reapplied the mask of a caring mother.

"It's okay, do you want some water?" she asked moving to her bedside table and pouring her a glass of water.

Olive felt guilty and apologetic for waking her mother up and worrying her, she couldn't believe she went to sleep without applying the silence rune. She was also afraid that her mom would notice the presence of the silence rune and would know that she had been hiding the truth from her. "I'm sorry for waking you up" her voice was full of the guilt of burdening her mom. 

" Olive Andromeda Lane, don't you dare" she startled at the sharp tone in her mother's voice. She looked down as her mother handed her a glass with one command. " Drink" and as her mom sat down, Olive mentally prepared herself for her mother's lecture.