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The Antidote For Love Potion

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Bog had been enjoying his time with these two fairies so much, he wondered why he spent the majority of his life hating them so strongly. They were a lot more complex than he believed, and bonding with Marianne was as natural as breathing. It had been awhile since anyone had taken him on in a fight that ended in an even draw. He hadn't had a friend like Marianne for as long as he could remember, and he was aching to ask her more about her sister. However, his pride was too great to even concede that he HAD caught feelings for Dawn, let alone speak of them to another living being.

To pass the time, he decided to show Marianne around his domain, and she seemed to like it, but that's when he heard the horn bellowing from down below. His heart dropped and he watched in disbelief as an entire fairy army approached his castle. He looked at Marianne, slowly piecing together what was going on. He didn't WANT to believe that she was playing him in order to take down his kingdom, but with his past experiences, it was a lot harder for him to trust.

Rushing angrily toward his castle, he ignored Marianne's calls of confused protest trailing behind him. He burst into his throne room to see a shiny, blonde knight sitting disrespectfully on HIS throne, which only added fuel to the fire. He gripped his staff tightly and swung directly at the intruder's head, missing by mere inches as the knight dodged just in time. Before Bog had time to aim again, the fairy quickly held up his hands in surrender, showing off that he had brought the requested potion. Marianne stormed in shortly after and Bog had her restrained, still unsure whose side she was really on.

The source of all these problems was almost back in Bog's hands, finally, where it was never going to be mistreated again. A deal was a deal, however, and he ordered his minions to release Dawn at once. He was startled by a sudden pang of regret, but he fought to keep it down. He had a reputation to uphold after all, and that didn't include getting soft for velvety, delicate fairies. He would just have to get used to the fact that Dawn was leaving him and go about living his life as if he never knew her.

That being said, it proved a bit more challenging than he expected when she came into the room. She joyfully threw her arms around him and he discreetly placed his hand on her shoulder, holding her close for the last time. He allowed her to continue hugging his waist, trying to memorize the feel of her supple frame against his, as he walked her toward the knight. Just as Bog was about to hand her over, he looked down and realized that the knight had taken the cap off the potion and was stepping toward Marianne.

Even though he was upset with his new friend, there was no way in HELL that he was going to let that potion ruin anyone else he cared about, so he stepped protectively in front of her. The knight didn't like the fact that Bog blocked his attempt, so he instantly drew his sword and the two begun their duel, taking to the air. The knight was a lot stronger than Marianne, and, after a few seconds of fighting, he managed to smash Bog against the wall, leaving him vulnerable. Thinking he had the upper hand, the knight charged again to give the final blow, and that's when Dawn flew up to protect her beloved.

He thought she was all sugar and spice at first, but there was a bravery there that Bog didn't expect, and he felt his chest grow ever warmer. Marianne freed herself and jumped into action, wanting to help however she could, but Bog didn't want her getting hurt either, so he tried to push her back. While the two of them argued who should be protecting who, the knight took full advantage of the distraction.

Bog watched the scoundrel grab his princess and hold a sword to her throat. His eyes narrowed into slits and he felt his blood boil with fury.

How DARE he threaten one of his own in such a despicable way??? Here he was thinking HE was the bad guy all this time, when there was such a spineless, pathetic, laughable excuse for a man right there on the side of the "good guys".

A low, dangerous rumble rose in Bog's throat and he charged forward with no hesitation. He and Marianne's swords reached the knight's neck at the same time.

"Let. Her. GO!" Bog growled savagely.

He tried to keep the emotion out of his voice, but his concern for Dawn was tearing down his gruff exterior, and he didn't care anymore. All he wanted was her safety. Knowing he was beaten, the cowardly knight gave a signal to his unseen forces, and the walls of Bog's home started crumbling around them. Bog watched in panic and despair as everything he ever knew was destroyed. In the commotion, the knight shoved Dawn into Bog's arms and took off with Marianne. Having Dawn back in his arms filled him with relief, but there were more pressing matters to deal with first.

The next few minutes were all a blur - searching for Marianne, protecting Dawn from falling debris, and worrying about anyone getting trapped inside. Time was running out and Marianne was no where in sight. Sighing with defeat, Bog knew that if he wanted to save himself and Dawn, he had to leave now. He sped as fast as he could toward the castle entrance, but he knew he was too late. The skull adorning his entryway was already cracking and there was no way he would be able to save them both.

So, placing a gentle kiss on the top of Dawn's head, he reluctantly let her go and propelled her forward. With his arms free, he was able to catch the skull to grant Dawn a few more precious seconds to escape. It took all of his strength just to last that short amount of time, and as soon as he saw that Dawn was out of danger, his strength waned and the skull crashed around him.

Dawn watched in horror as her king fell into the abyss and her grief was devastating. She broke down into agonizing sobs, unable to handle the pain. Marianne cautiously approached and placed a comforting hand on her sister's back. Dawn grasped her in a crushing hug, weeping into her shoulder. After a few moments, a weak grunting sound came up from behind them. Dawn sniffled through her tears as a familiar silhouette rose through the dust and she gasped when she saw that he was okay.

Bog landed in front of her, clutching his injured arm, while Dawn stood shakily to meet him. As she took him in, she blinked away a strange pink glitter from her eyes.

The spell was broken and they both knew it.

They gazed at each other a bit awkwardly, not really prepared to deal with genuine feelings. Bog cleared his throat, wanting to get to know her better now that she was free, but unsure how to ask. It was strange to him that he would fall for such a bright, positive creature, but maybe he had gone through life long enough without any optimism. Perhaps it was okay to let himself enjoy kindness and color after all this time being miserable.

Unable to find the right words, he reached down and picked a flower, placing it in Dawn's hair tenderly. Dawn blushed and giggled, feeling real love for the first time in her life, and she never wanted to let it go. She drifted gently into the air, giving Bog her answer with a kiss. They had a long way to go, and lots to learn about each other, but their love was stronger than ever. Taking each other's hands, they turned and looked to the future, knowing that they would be together through it all.