I haven't lost my motivation to write this story. It was my last year of Highschool, so it did get a little crazy and it was a little tough to remember where I was going with this. It's always hard to continue a story when your ideas or way of thinking has changed.

Not to mention this whole Coronavirus has put a lot of things through the ringer. The place I worked at had to shut down, so no job and no money. So all I could do was my school work. No graduation party or anything. I kinda did some volunteer work in making masks for our nurses and healthcare staff. It was very hard to write my other stories without any inspiration like being outside. I was pretty much locked in because of my weak lungs.

That still didn't save me. A few weeks ago, after having the first fever I ever had, my sister who was a nurse, got me tested. At first it was a negative but the second time (because my fever wouldn't go away, I tested positive. It was pure hell, I had to be taken to the hospital last week as I couldn't breathe and the Virus went into my lungs. It was touch-n-go, I'm back at home but I do have pneumonia and I am locked up in my room.

So I'm so sorry for the hold up.

Emeraldjadelover: No on the BL thing, I'm fine.

Buttercup was brushing Titan, the twins were picking weeds from the field. She looked down at the ground, her sadness still evident, Fang let out a mew and rubbed up against her legs. Titan nudged her with his snout and rested it on her shoulder.

She snapped out of her thoughts, "Guys, I'm fine...I should be happy. I don't have to wear those damn dresses any more, I don't have to be nervous about anything now but My Dad. Soon, we'll be away from those Bitchy Cousins, except for Bubbles. I don't have to see his stupid face..." She said to herself, a far away look in her eyes as she have Titan a carrot.

"Or when he grabbed my legs..."

"Or when he laughed...or flirted with me...Or kiss me..."

She threw the brush into the bucket, finally focusing again. Sam was crying out, the field was growing rapidly.

"UGH!" Buttercup cried out in frustration, blushing as her wings were shimmering behind her. She rushed to Sam and Samantha, picking them up so they wouldn't be consumed by the garden. Corn, Potatoes, turnips, and wheat were growing out of control.

She put them down in front of the field as it continue to grow.

She groaned in frustration, she blew a kiss and green dust flowed from her hand, the magic flowed through her fingers and spread through the field at such speed and the crops stopped. She sighed again rubbing her forehead, she needed to keep her emotions in check.

"I've haven't had this problem since Dad was taken away or Mom died. I wished I could've punched him, but I'm so stupid too. What was I thinking, A peasant like me being with him, what could've possibly hoped for." She rubbed her cheek and noticed that the twins were dirty, "How did you guys get so dirty so quickly? I haven't been paying much attention to you huh?"

The Twins just looked up at her, blinking as if confused by what she was saying.

"What happens doesn't matter anymore. I just need to bury it deep and focus on what matters more." The moment she thought that...her wings seem to dim around the edges.

"Alright guys time for a bath." She announced to them, she saw them turn pale, they looked like they were about to run away but she grabbed them around the waist, "Oh no you don't. C'mon, on a hot day like this, a dip in the river is what we need." She said, a little too overly excited but her positive energy worked. She could see the gleam in their eyes.

There was a river close to where they lived, it was where they got water for their crops, bath water laundry and even stew. It was on the edge of the Great Morbucks' estate, as they arrived, some of the Miller Kids were in the river, playing and splashing each other (among some of the kids from the Village). Sam and Sammie could barely contain themselves and rushed towards the water.

"Not too deep." Buttercup was carrying a woven basket in her hands, decided to go ahead and wash the laundry, anything to keep her distracted. She went a little both further and started scrubbing Dave's shirt with some of the soap and a few herbs that she picked from the field: rosemary, peppermint and lavender. She chuckled as Dave was gonna be so mad because she was going to make him smell like a girl. For one moment, her smile dissolved but she forced it back.

"Enough...just enough, not gonna think about it anymore. Just going to keep busy." She just said to herself. She started to hum loudly when she looked up at twins splashing and laughing around in the shallow. She just started to sing out loud:

A naoidhean bhig, cluinn mo ghuth
Mise ri d' thaobh, Ó mhaighdean bhàn
Ar rìbhinn òg, fàs a's faic
Do thìr, dìleas fhéin

The wind started to blow softly, the leaves rustle in the breeze. She continued to sing to herself, her Mom's song. As she continued to sing, tears fell into the stream, she covered her mouth as a loud cried escaped from her mouth. She didn't want the twins to see her like this.

"Damn him...damn him..." She whispered to herself. She rubbed her eyes forgetting about the soap on her hands. She cried out as the sudden burning reminded her of the mistake she made, "Shit! Shit! Shit!" She yelled, immediately washing her face in the pond.

"This burning is nothing...compare to..Ugh...Just forget him...forget everything. Just...focus on what really matters!" She screamed inside her head, wiping her face with the inside of her shirt, when she felt a tug on her pants.

Samantha was looking up at her with those big green eyes, then she suddenly hugged her around her leg. She was soaking wet to the point that her ears were dripping.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Buttercup asked, but then she sighed knowing that she wasn't going to talk.

"A-A ghrian...a's a ghealach, stiùir sinn." She softly sung, her words were a little muffled.

Her eyes widened and she grabbed Sammie's arm when she kneeled to the ground, "Sammie! You just spoke! C'mon, say something else."

Sammie shook her head, giving into her shyness, but she pointed to her mouth and then to Buttercup's.

"Ah...I see. You wanna hear Mom's song." She picked her up out of the water and both of them sat in the grass in the sun to dry along with the sleeping Fang.

A naoidhean bhig, cluinn mo ghuth
Mise ri d' thaobh, Ó mhaighdean bhàn
Ar rìbhinn òg, fàs a's faic
Do thìr, dìleas fhéin

She was weaving a flower crown out of grass and flowers that was growing around her, Sammie was rocking side to side, plucking grass and blowing through the blade of grass, making a high pitch side. The wind was blowing again.

A ghrian a's a ghealach, stiùir sinn
Gu uair ar cliù 's ar glòir
Naoidhean bhig, ar rìbhinn òg
Mhaighdean uasal dorcha

She placed the crown of daisies and yellow weed flowers on Sammie's head. Sammie started to sing softly, trying to keep up.

A naoidhean bhig, cluinn mo ghuth
Mise ri d' thaobh, Ó mhaighdean bhàn
Ar rìbhinn òg, fàs a's faic
Do thìr, dìleas fhéin

"Good job." Buttercup said, hugging her and giving her a soft punch on the cheek, "Now, get your brother and let's go."

Sammie rushed off, Buttercup grabbed the wet basket of clothes and Fang squealed in horror as he was hugged by the wet twins. He hissed and screamed in despair as he was soaked.

"Alright, alright, brats! You'll need to take off those wet clothes!" She shouted, sounding happy. She saw Dave was home. He was throwing wood into the fireplace, "Guess what? Sammie said her first word."

Dave shot up with his eyes wide, "No way...and I messed it." He pouted, crossing his arm, "It's not fair, I've been stuck with them forever, trying to get her ta speak and she says her first word in front of you."

"Oh shut up, you sound like a Mom."

"Well what was it? What was the word?" He asked, excited.

"It was Mom's song."

Dave's smiled disappeared to a solemn one, he sat down at the table, continuing to cut the vegetables.

"But...I don't remember ever singing it around them." She said trying to think super hard.

"No...I was." He stopped cutting at his confession.

"You?" She seemed shocked by this. Dave never really liked to talk about Mom, even after all these years, it was harder for him to speak about her death, he even refused to wear the ring she left him.

"Yes...me...that damn song. It was after Dad got arrested. I found myself...so...so low. Now I was the man of the house, ya know and it just felt like too much. If Mom was here, she would've figured out what Dad was doing right from the start and made him quit...just like last time. I was too busy working my field and my stupid little experiments to pay attention. If Mom was still alive, you wouldn't have had to work for that disgusting Lord Morbucks."

She couldn't even say a word

"I mean, it's so hard to keep going...when everything is trying to crash around you. But I remembered her song and I song it, like a fool out in the field. And...I felt better. It's stupid really, but I felt like Mom was right there. Smiling her gentle smile, teaching me seasons of what vegetables to grow, which mushrooms were good to eat. I even made her bread from the Morbucks' mill with the nuts for the twins. I just keep singing her song, wishing she would hug me. Remember how she hugged us during the storms, like nothing could ever harm us...like she would stop the storms herself if it came near us; and tell us everyday how much she loved us or how proud she was of us." Dave had tears coming down his cheek, "How Sam and Samantha never got the chance to know that they came from the best Mom in the world."

"Hey...hey Dave c'mon. We show them how she was everyday. Her gentle smiles, her love we give to them. It's gonna be ok."

"Of course it is, these onions are just a little strong." Dave wiped his tears away and was back to smiling, "I'm cooking, by the way. Can't have you burning the stew."

"Oh shut up." She stuck her tongue at him as he made his way to the large pot. She carried the basket outside and started to hang up the clothes on a line. She had a light smile, touching her necklace but to feel nothing there. She face palmed her forehead.

"He still has my necklace. Damn it." Her heart felt a little twinge at the mentioning of him, not even saying his name but just him was enough to make her feel sick to her stomach.

"I just need to push it far down...farther down if I have ta. My family needs me more anyways. I'll get my necklace back...and Mom's shoe...somehow. I...I...just don't...I can't see him." She admitted to herself. She felt a jolt through her spine and a little more of her wings lost their shimmer.

The carriage jolted and rocked the ladies inside but Lady Morbucks was fuming, her frown was so deep that it was creating wrinkles between her eye brows.

"The audacity...the ridiculous outrage. The royal Family has married nothing but commoners. I refuse to have that Witch above me...refuse to believe it. That Brianna has obviously hypnotized the Grand Royal Duke and I will inform the Queen." Lady Morbuck spew her vemon.

"You will not Mother. The Grand Royal Duke isn't hypnotized, he is in love. You could see it on his face." Bubbles fumed, she was upset that she couldn't see the Crown Prince at all but she was beyond disappointed in him as well. Without him, her Mother would give Buttercup pure hell.

"Love...hah...what does Love have to do with forging alliances between houses and royals. I didn't marry your father for love." Lady Morbucks frowned and huffed, "Duchess, it is paramount that you marry the Crown Prince. Perhaps we could invite him or something, get you two alone-"

"Mother, you can't possibly invite him. It would be in poor taste. With Buttercup there."

"Of course, that worthless half breed fairy witch could've jeopardized everything. Now we can't even invite him over because of her and show off his wealth."

"Mmommy, the Crown Prince knows of our wealth. I propose an expensive present to remind him of it." Duchess said

"Yes...yes..Oh my clever clever girl. Brilliant. We shall summon a jeweler or a Golds seller as soon as we get home. We can't lose an instance. As soon as the Crown Prince is better, all the Noble families will be throwing their daughters right under his nose. I should write a letter to her Majesty, perhaps she will invite us over there as well. Princess, we will think of someone for you as well."

"Oh mommy, I already have someone." Princess smiled.

Lady Morbucks couldn't hear what she said, but she frowned as she refused to be bested by a La Quell.