Author's note: This may look like a very awkward crossover, but bear with me, it does make sense if you think about both series.
Summary: When Dafne sacrificed her life energy to save her infant sister Bloom, leaving her too weak to survive becoming a nymph, the Great Dragon had to come up with another way to bring her back to life. So it turned her into a powerless infant to live out her life on the planet earth until she reached adulthood. Her new identity? Daphne Blake of Coolsville.
In Plain Sight
1. Suicide and Redemption
Dafne let out a violent scream as the Ancestresses' final attack crashed over her. She was dead, and she knew it. There was no way ANY fairy could survive being drained by shadow energy, having your limbs frozen solid, and then having said limbs ripped apart by a wild hurricane. Yes, the Ancestral Witches did their job well, but so had she. She'd fought them with every last ounce of magic she could muster up. But in the end, the odds were against her, and there was no way to overcome them.
In a way, it was frightening. After all, she had just been torn apart by tiny frozen daggers and sent into the great unknown. She wasn't exactly sure what happened to a fairy when she died. Some disappeared forever. Some got turned into nymphs. She'd even heard rumors that one could have their life essence, their power core, transferred to a different fairy farther down the line. Not that that mattered here. There was next to no magic left to salvage from her.
But on the other hand, she was relieved. The witches hadn't seen where she hid her sister. Baby Bloom was safe at last, and would hopefully grow into a strong, confident fairy who would restore their home world of Domino. Oh, how she would love to watch the child grow! To be there to help her cast her first spells. To give her flying lessons. But that was a far away dream now, and reality was cold and excruciatingly painful.
Yet, in it all, Dafne felt a sense of finality. She completed the task assigned to her, and no matter what happened after this, she had done what she needed to save her people (she hoped!). It gave her a sense of peace. Peace, after so many months of watching the suffering of those around her, was hers at last.
The Great Dragon was not pleased by this turn of events. Initially, it wanted to turn Dafne into a nymph, a ghost-fairy, but she'd wasted too much energy for her essence to survive the process. But darn it, he needed her alive in some form of the word! But the only way to manage that now would be to turn her into some smaller being.
Now there was an idea.
No, not a smaller being. But a smaller human. If she were returned as a baby, she could grow in strength and mental prowess until the time when she would be able to handle having her powers again. Of course she would lose all memory of her prior life until then, but…it was really for the best this way. Bloom would need a guardian once she got older. Someone to direct her. Who better than her sister, live in the flesh? Yes, this would work out well the advantage of its plan.
Dafne, First Princess of Domino and Fairy of the Water Stars, was about to embark on a new chapter in her life.
George and Patricia Blake had no intentions of having another child. They already had four beautiful daughters—Daisy, Dawn, Dorothy, and Delilah—and Patricia point-blank refused to go through yet another pregnancy. No, the Blakes were done with having children of their own.
But adoption…well that was another matter entirely.
Patricia was busy settling their girls in for the night when she heard the sound of a baby crying-and not from one of her children! "George? Do you hear that?" She asked.
Her husband thought a moment, listening to the sounds going on. "Sounds like it's coming from outside." He said, getting up out of his recliner and walking to the front door. The closer he got, the louder the crying became. When he opened the door, he gasped at the sight of a baby, wrapped in a purple blanket, lying on the front doorstep.
"Get the girls settled in!" He called back to her. "I need to make a trip to the hospital!"
"Oh, the poor thing!" His wife exclaimed as their older two daughters poked their heads over the stair railing on the second floor. "I hope it's okay!"
"Only one way to find out." He replied. "I'll call home once I have a report."
She nodded, then turned her attention to the girls. Daisy, Dawn, go back to your rooms, dears."
"Okay." Daisy pouted before going back to her bedroom. Her sister followed behind silently.
After over an hour waiting by the phone, George finally called home. Patricia answered on the first ring. "Oh, George, how is it?"
"The doctors say she's perfectly healthy." She heard her husband sigh.
"I sense a 'but' coming in that explanation." She stated.
"You know me too well." He replied. "Anyway, it seems no one has come in reporting a missing baby, nor any sick mothers coming in without one. It's like she came out of nowhere."
"Babies do not simply come out of thin air." Patricia pointed out. "Is there anything we can do?"
"Not tonight." He said. "They want to keep her for observation. If nobody's claimed her by morning, we can take her home and watch her for a few weeks."
"And if no one claims her at all?" She asked. He sighed.
"Then I suppose Social Services will give us a call."
The next morning, George returned home with the tiny little girl. She had a tuft of bright red-orange hair on her head and blue-green eyes. "Well, she's ours for now." He told his wife as she rocked the infant in her arms.
"I get the feeling she's ours for good, dear." She smiled as three-year-old Dorothy toddled in to get a better look at the newest edition to the Blake household.
"She's pretty, Mama." Dotty grinned. "Prettier than 'Lilah!"
"She is a beautiful girl." George conceded. "But what will we call her?"
"She's a D!" Dotty smiled. "Just like the rest of us!"
"Yes, I suppose she is." Her father chuckled. "A D-name. But which one?"
"Daphne." Patricia smiled down at the babe. "She looks like a Daphne."
"Daffy!" Delilah, the youngest of the Blake's 4 older girls, cackled from her high chair. She was barely a year old, and was still just learning to talk.
"Looks like it's set then." George smiled. "Daphne Blake. Yes, I like the sound of that!"
And so Daphne became a part of the Blake family. Her parents and older sisters all loved the precocious, if clumsy, little red-head, and she grew into a beautiful young woman. She even got into the mystery-solving profession with a few other local kids.
Little did she know that the biggest mystery of all was the one surrounding herself.