The Elysian Idol Extract: Belladonna From Different Povs - Luke Edition

The Elysian Idol extract: Belladonna from different povs - Luke edition

"𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐍."

"I got it"

"If you got it, I wouldn't have to say it for the hundredth time"

Luke stood a few paces away from Bella who was gripping the sword tightly. Luke's critical eyes swept over her the smaller girl, her knees were shaking slightly, she kept shifting her white sneakers against the dirt and it was obvious that the sword was too big for her by the way she struggled to keep it balanced.

She had to learn he told himself. If not now, within the safe confines of the camp, then never. He wasn’t used to being so harsh with her. Bella wasn’t like Annabeth who dusted herself off and got back up again. Bella was fragile, used to a soft word and a kind touch. Reassurance that tomorrow would be alright or risk her world shattering into a waterfall of tears.

But reassurance couldn’t be guaranteed, that much he knew. He slowly began sick at the possibility. Of Bella being subjugated to a fate an iota worse than she deserved. And in Luke’s opinion that little girl deserved everything and more. Day by day he was plagued by the anticipation of what’s to come. So rather than being swallowed by the storm he decided to push ahead of it.

Bella wasn’t exactly receptive to that logic, or much logic usually….

"Clearly I'm trying my best Luke."

Luke sighed. As brassy as Bella was, it wasn't often that was truly frustrated, especially at others. The clipped tone she was exhibiting now caused a pang of guilt in his chest.

His voice softened this time around. "Just- swing for me one last time. Your weapon will choose you, but only if you try"

Belladonna huffed through her nose. Her delicate features scrunched up as her focus was locked onto her target, a limp and frail straw man in the distance.

Breaking into a sprint, she raised the sword and swung as hard as she could, determined to cut the head off the straw dummy.

To Bella's surprise, her movements screeched to a halt. Her arms were almost completely stretched above her head and her torso was leaved forward at an awkward angle. Bella blinked when she looked up to see when her sword was cut. The blade was lodged right in the middle of its "neck" she tried pushing it through and pulling it out the opposite way. Neither direction budged.

"I think it chose the dummy."

Luke walked up and with little effort pulled the sword out of the dummy. He returned the sword to her only for him to freeze at the sight of her familiar tearful pout. Her round eyes somehow like got even rounder and bigger and shinier like baby doll.

Uh oh.

She didn’t accept the sword. Instead she moved around him and her body plopped onto the grass that was on the sidelines of the arena. She had her back facing him with a slouched posture that would make Silena frown.

Luke made sure to lean the sword against its resting spot before taking a seat next to her on the ground. The whole thing put him in a much younger, more childlike headspace.

"It takes practice" he offered soothingly.

The young girl practically scoffed.

“I reckon it does”

"You wanna talk?”

There wasn’t an explicit yes or no from her so for a few moments they basked in silence.

“Do you know what else takes practice?” She suddenly asked.

“No.”

“Kips”

Not what he thought she was going to say. Though at this point he was used to her not always making sense. And in her defence she has become quite the acrobat

“Y’know once I learned I wanted to do tricks like that I practiced. Every day before the crow calls. And now I could do it upside down and with my eyes closed if I wanted”

He nodded. Unsure of what to do or say. 

"I'm not a fighter Lu.” Her voice was so soft, practically a whisper at that point. The finality of it all, her being ashamed to look at him in the eye, broke his heart.

"That's not true." He was eager to protest.

Belladonna stayed silent. Suddenly finding more of an interest on the dust ruining her wide legged jeans. She didn't know how to tell him that it was true. Or that the other campers reminded her and family every day that Cabin 10 was useful in anything battle or strategy related.

"You're just different. And there's no better way to prove it than in capture the flag tomorrow when we steal the blue flag together, side by side. Wouldn't that be cool?"

She moved to lean her head against Luke's arm. She told herself it was to make herself more comfortable but there was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she didn't want to openly show her distress.

"I can't. Silena and Clarisse sorted out an alliance yesterday. I'm team red again. I got a way you can make it up to me though”

“How?…”

Usually favours for Bella involve labour. He wanted to at least mentally prepare for whatever outrageously convoluted request she was about to ask of him.

"If we cross paths in Capture you can let me win”

That made him laugh aloud.

“And why would I do that”

And risk his shot at glory was also on the tip of him tongue. Though he, and everyone else at camp knew that kleos is worth dust to her unlike most demigods.

“As compensation. For being on a team that has lost so many times it has a pernicious effect an’ all”

“That’s….a mouthful. Where’d you hear a word like that?”

“Oh Annabeth said it” “Y’know I had to look it up myself. She surprises me everyday, that girl she’s as smart as all get out” Bella gushed

Luke couldn’t help but be doubtful either shrug didn’t fully understand the definition of “pernicious” (which was the likely option) or she truly didn’t care.

“Are you sure that you’re alright with what she said”

Bella shrugged cluelessly. “I’m fine. I’m sure she’s just stressed after carrying an entire team on her back since forever”

“Wait! No changing the subject” Luke groaned in response.

“Come on, pretty please!”

She had that look in her eye. That weird, annoyingly irresistible Bambi look in her eye but the scary part of it all was a slight glint of mischievousness in the corners. That gleam that shone, knowing she has already won the battle.

Luke had to break eye contact and rub at his temple. If this cost his team the victory and Annabeth found out, because she always does, she would lose her mind. But the corner of his lips couldn’t help but quirk upwards at the sight of her brighter mood.

“I’m not allowed to say no to you, am I?”

The little girl rung out her perfect laugh that resembles a ringing bell before looking up at him again. His brown eyes were warm with understanding and soft encouragement. He was at least trying to make her feel less like a complete failure of a demigod. Bella grinned playfully at the older boy with her nose high up in the air, like she was confident about her odds.

“Nuh uh”

He shook his head at the thought. Belladonna always got what Belladonna wanted it seems. She just had those doe like face that seemed to trick people into serving her before they had even realised what they had given up. Loving Bella was probably as easy as breathing.

But this was Belladonna. The girl in the tattered white dress and a plastic rhinestoned crown with half the gems missing. The girl he swore to protect since she was seven. Belladonna deserved more. And as her brother he would give her the world if she asked.

"Alright then, you have yourself a deal little lady"

Heyy here’s the teaser for my fate winx saga rewrite. It’s a blend between the live action and the 4kids cartoon, because honestly both mediums had something to offer including a few personal alterations but just take a look and let me know your thoughts :)

Hope you enjoy, xoxo

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐒

𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝐵𝑟𝑎𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑦𝑚𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛（𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑖𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟）𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒？𝑂𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟？

𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 (2006）𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒 (2023）

Stay tuned…..

xoxo,

xxCocoiixx

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘? 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 the allure? Something that pleases the aesthetic senses. Some find it things, silk, jewels and other ornaments of grandeur.

But beauty within others isn't down to a feature, wavy dark hair, sharp noses or soul capturing eyes. No, beauty within people belongs to the intangible.

Beauty is birthed from love. The mother of two being the driving force of all manner of life. And it's child is is the eye of the beholder.

But Love also breeds Conflict. It is the sharp blade and once the victim bleeds, it's very hard to stop its flow.

Belladonna Dorée was beauty personified. Even by age six she was applauded for her gentle disposition and soft features. Her Aunt June, saw this and decided to play. Her own little doll to snip, pluck, lace, chop and change as she pleased. And once she was, she wanted to share that with the rest of the nation.

At the time Bella saw no issue with it. After all, she was pretty and other people were just acknowledging it. A bunch of little girls lined up for display, fighting tooth and nail to destroy each other simply to prove that they were the standard. Looking back the red flags seemed to pile up from the start.

Contrary to popular belief there is a science to beauty. You had to balance the hair, the clothes, the grace and most importantly confidence. Never arrogance, confidence. There is a difference mind you.

A girl could never be arrogant. To imply such a thing would be treason. Arrogance is loud. Uncouth. Most of the time it's told and never shown.

But you still had to own the stage. It didn't matter if you were the strongest speaker or the most soul capturing singer. You had to dominate your space, you had to grasp their attention with a vice like grip and pray you never let go because it only took a moment for it to slip and you would become every other wayning star. Fallen and forgotten.

Belladonna chanted that like a mantra as she danced. Every stretch of the leg, every pointed toe, every turn that was commanded by the beat of the music again, and again and again was meant ooze a pool of talent at her feet like nectar.

And she smiled, preening under their praise. Including the non-verbal ones. The judges that were once investigating for any flaws in her system or cracks in her performance. They were now subdued, relaxed even. As they fixed the gazes in the young girl in awe.

They mirrored her docility like a snake charmer to a snake, forever hypnotised by her

And The funny part was...

She was only five.

But that didn't stop her because at the time her stage was her battlefield. Armed with nothing more than her blinding grin and doe-like eyes Belladonna was bound to give the performance of the ages.

She will laugh at the thought when she's older.

It didn't change the fact that she was the embodiment of their insecurities, their envy, the target of their fury that they had no choice to silence out of propriety. Belladonna Dorée was the catalyst of their quickening pulse, she was the shaker of their bones. She could strike fear into the hearts of any that simply watched her for long enough because she was, in fact, inevitable.

- 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥

Let me know if this should be continued

Crystal Tears Cast

Felicity Harte played by Savannah Lee Smith

Constance Harte played by Brandy Norwood

Malachi Harte played by Taye Diggs

Dante Harte played by John Boyega

Noah played by Keith Powers

Michelle Jones played by Zendaya

Liz Toomes played by Laura Harrier

Peter Parker played by Tom Holland

Heyyyy I don’t know if anyone here knows me from wattpad.

Long story short I made a Fate the Winx Saga fanfic like 3 years ago, I’m doing a rewrite that has a blend of the original winx, my own ideas and from Fate because no matter what people say, Fate actually had some (emphasis on some) decent plotlines. I just think the main issues were to do with the budget and the rest was just writing, you can fight me on that.

But I digress, I’m kind of revisiting my OC and I’m deciding on what her powers should be because powers are important especially since the way my fanfic is planned out… it looks lengthy with no trim for a retcon so I better like whatever power I choose.

One the one hand I loved the idea of the original Winx having unique sources of magic like Love, Joy, Music and so much more

So one of my ideas is her being a Wish fairy. I don’t know if her personality even matters but if it did, it would kind of link to her desire to make people happy and prioritise others in general but also touching on her extreme overthinking nature. Naturally she has to think ten steps ahead before granting a wish but when it comes to people she loves like her friends and family it leaves her vulnerable to be either manipulated by others or being less cautious.

(Great arc if you ask me)

And it also ups the power scale to the rest of the group. One thing I did not like about Fate (a little less so with the original Winx) was that Bloom just seemed like she was heads and shoulders above the rest because of the Dragon Flame, which she only knew about for like 3 seconds but that didn’t stop her from bringing it up all the time while the rest just kind of seemed sort of mediocre in comparison, I want a lot more balanced power scaling, but obviously Bloom is the main character and the Dragon Flame is literally creation but I want other girls to have the ability to shine too.

But the downside is that does lead to so many plot holes and coming up with so many rules that, if I’m honest, I might not be smart enough to come up with . Also it makes fight scenes a lot harder.

But if any kind soul wants to drop suggestions… don’t be shy.

Seriously, don’t be shy I’m struggling over here.

Or the second option is that I go back to the roots of my original fanfic and having my OC linked to the four cardinal elements and have her being a wind fairy. This makes her a lot more combatant and direct in fights. Also the power has so much versatility. As I said she’s a loving person so having a defensive element would be great and my OC is also super spiritual so it would be kind of like having a girl version of Aang on the team but if she was riddled with anxiety. Fun right?

Only downside is that it’s not as interesting as Wish magic.