Gemotions

Her eyes widened, fixing on the picture. Her niece, Olivia, had drawn "Bloom," the pixie that had been her constant companion when she was little. It was not a carbon copy, but the details, the colours, the way she held her hands, it was like someone had ripped it from her memory. She was in disarray.

“Who is that, Liv?” she asked quietly, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

Olivia just shrugged. “Bloom. She keeps the garden safe.” She felt her vision starting to blur, the world swimming around her. This... this could not be happening.