> Sadly, it appears The Enchantress herself is too busy at the moment. Her right hand woman will therefore judge you based on what she believes the Enchantress would think! And might add her own opinion, too.
You know the drill! Reblog with one troll and have them judged by Violet... partially. Multiple reblogs allowed etc etc
Finished the little thing I wanted to write for DEA and violet :) enjoy.
Violet was standing there, right in front of The Enchantress's lounge. Her hands were gripping the inside of her cloak anxiously, her stomach forming all kinds of knots. The inside of her cheek being ripped apart by her nervous biting.
A shy knock on the door echoed in the hallway.
" Come in " a sweet voice called from the inside .
"Greetings, your shining glory -" the younger troll began as she opened the door.
"Oh Violet!" The singer lit up, her leg crossed on her seat "How great to see you here, Darling! I was just thinking I had something to tell you"
"... You.... You Called me here, if I'm not mistaken-"
"ah, no Matter" The woman dismissed with a swift movement of her hand. "You're here now"
With grace, she pulled a paper from under her vanity, holding it to the other.
"The crowd was not as fiery as usual" she started with a mellow face. A single, fake tear rolled down her cheek, as her head tilted to the side sadly. "Are you alright? Your writing has been lacking as of late, dear"
Her tone may have been sweet, but It possessed a bitterness to it- it was clear that the Enchantress was not satisfied with her little ghost writer's work.
Her words sent shivers down Violet's spine. She knew exactly what they implied, she knew exactly what would come next.
"I-I- I can explain-" she stuttered, and instinctively, her legs slowly sinking within her own shadow. Any words coming out of her mouth were a jumbled, incomprehensible mess.
"Oh, Darling you are not getting out of this like the little coward you are" The Enchantress coldly stated, jumping off from her seat and firmly grabbing the smaller troll's face, a disappointed look in her eyes. With a strong, swift movement, she pulled Violet right out of her shadow. A look of pure Terror filling her eyes as the Enchantress was staring down at her.
" you disappointed me, you know I hate being disappointed, right?"
Violet's went cold, as if all of the blue was sucked out of her face. Not this, everything but this. These simple words, 'you disappointed me', filled her with dread.
"Please- Please no- I-I promise I'll do better!"
"I have to make sure of it, darling" and with a sickening smile, the Enchantress began to sing. Her voice was as clear as Cristal, every note was hit perfectly, so much so it sounded... Uncanny.
The words she was using didn't seem to make sense, but they flowed flawlessly with the Melody DEA was singing.
Her voice was slowly enchanting Violet's mind- to her dismay. Her sight and thoughts became foggy, and before she knew it, she was surrounded by a thick, white mist. Again. The song of the Enchantress sounding like a strange, distant chant.
Violet's heartbeat began to quicken, she held her head, shaking it left and right. 'this isn't real this isn't real-' she repeated to herself in despair. She has already went through this- she shouldn't be affected by this- and yet, she couldn't help but feeling the terror slowly building up inside her.
Within the white void she found herself trapped in, Violet saw a short, young troll from afar. Her hair was braided and she was wearing a long, indigo dress with small open black shoes. In her arms was resting a plush toy Violet would recognise instantly - it was her sister's. What was she doing here? She shouldn't be here-
"Azalea!" Violet yelled, rushing to small girl and embracing her withing her arms. "Are you alright? Are you hurt? What are you doing here?" She carefully held the small girl's face, looking at her in the eyes.
Azalea's stare was full of tears, she looked scared, mortified. "Vivi I-" she sniffled "I don't feel well-" before Violet could even question her, the troll started to melt in her arms, screams of agony echoing within the perpetual white void, mixing with the chantings to create a sinister, chaotic melody.
"AZALEA !" Violet shreeched in pain as she saw her little sister decompose right in front of her eyes "no- no no NO AZA-" she desperately attempted to piece back what little was left of her, as a torrent of tears was rolling down her cheeks- no, not her. She has done everything to protect her- this shouldn't be happening- Violet cried and cried and then...
.....
The chantings stopped, and with it, the white mist that was surrounding Violet also faded abruptly. It took the girl a few minutes to properly ground herself- where was she? What just happened? Who was there with her? The troll found herself lying on the lounge's floor, her eyes feeling wet but no tears were coming down.
The Enchantress was looking down at Violet, a sick and twisted expression of satisfaction on her face. Gently, she lifted up Violet's chin, with a disgustingly sweet smile. "now, Vivi, write something more.... Exciting next time, mmmokay?" She gave a gentle kiss of the troll's forehead, whispering sweetly "you're better than this, dear" and then she left, waving goodbye. Violet was left alone, distraught, unable to think as her mind was replaying her Illusion again and again.
The troll wrapped herself in her cloak, shivering like a lost kitten, and hugged herself tightly as tears began to run down her cheeks.
She despised this, but it was for her own good in the end... Right?
A 11 sweeps old indigo, Violet is The Enchantress's very own secretary! A position many have a hard time believing she actually earned... Considering she's a shy, scaredy-cat- not the kind of trolls DEA tends to offer such position to! Most trolls believe Violet got this far thanks to her ancestor, who was working with DEA before passing.... These rumours remain unconfirmed.
Generally alone and away from the crowd, Violet's favourite hoobies when she isn't working for her Shining Glory is writing poetry and people watching! She truly admires singers like DEA for their confidence in singing in front of so many people!
Don't stress the poor troll out- or she might just vanish into a shadow! ( Literally )
