Wing Clipping/6

"You mean to tell me, Blakemore, our spooky cousin who never says anything and never really emotes, is this mythical Black Swan, destined to help the Wicked Queen?"

Opal didn't really blame Larkin for the disbelief. They did live in a world with dragons and giants, and animal hybrids, and spells that could transfer a dead person's spirit to their next of kin, (she thankfully didn't remember much of that debacle that had happened a few months before). Should this really surprise him.

"''So, you're destined to be the Wicked Queen, can't you like, command her not to be evil?" ''

"Fauve, I don't think that's how this whole thing works. The Black Swan is more powerful than the Wicked Queen, and if I don't want to be Wicked, or at the very least Evil, I think the Black Swan wouldn't listen to me."

"Okay, so...what do we do with this information?" Larkin was trying to get his girlfriend back on track.

"I don't know! If, If I have to use the spell, I think that would destroy her, and I don't want her destroyed. She's family!"

"She can't be family if she's this mythical beast!"

"Still! To me she's family, even if she's never really acted like it. And I would never hurt Luna, so, I'm not risking hurting someone who's never done me any harm!"

"So, the spell? What does it do?"

"Destroys the Black Swan, didn't I already clarify that?"

"What if it doesn't destroy Blakemore?"

"Fauve sweetie, Opal is pretty sure Blakemore is the Black Swan, you can't destroy one without destroying the other."

"what if Blakemore isn't really the Black Swan. Maybe she's just the Black Swan's vessel?"

"What?"

"Do you mean that if I destroy the Black Swan, Blakemore could be a normal human?"

Fauve shrugged, "It's just a theory."

"Let's go find my mother's spellbook!"