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Chapter 17 - Her Battle

Chapter 17 - Her Battle

Maris watched the days pass on earth with a wary eye. Cloaked in solitude, she felt the heavy weight of time. The shield that once protected Adeline had become a wispy veil, its vibrant pulse now a feeble quiver. Feronia’s absence, once a heartfelt wish, now gnawed at Maris with uncertainty. The air seemed charged with silent tension, leading Maris to believe that Feronia had relinquished her influence on her mortal charge. Garrett had maintained his distance, leaving a void where his presence once lingered. Adeline, outwardly unaffected by his absence, moved through her days with a grace that hid the turmoil within. Rather than feeling relieved by Garrett’s retreat, Maris’s heart echoed with a haunting emptiness.

Even as Adeline spent more time near the Deverell household, Garrett kept his distance. This peace made Maris uneasy; the stillness in Adeline’s world felt like a false promise of solace, sowing restlessness in their souls. It was the calm before a brewing storm, a deceptive prelude to chaos. Her mortal’s journey was unfolding too seamlessly, without obstacles, as if it could all come crashing down at any moment.

The blossoming bond between Adeline and Eric only grew stronger each day, their connection a warmth compared to the cold disapproval of Mr. O’Cean’s watchful eyes. Although Maris found the couple’s relationship touching, she could not help but worry about how smoothly it was going. Despite Maris’s cautious attitude, Adeline’s determination to carve her own destiny was a beacon that cut through the darkness of uncertainty.

In this unsettling calm, Maris ventured beyond the confines of her sanctuary in search of Feronia. If her friend had finally come to her senses and ceased her meddling with mortals’ wills, Maris was determined to mend their friendship. The usually bustling Mirathrend’s Mirror was unusually quiet; the crystal-clear waters were now a still pool of unanswered questions, surrounded by a few wandering celestials. Feronia was nowhere to be found. The absence of her chattering voice was a void that swallowed the wind rustling through the air.

Treading through the lush green grass that carpeted the path to Feronia’s abode, Maris felt a profound sense of loss. The once vibrant gardens, a reflection of Feronia’s essence, now lay subdued, their colors dull in her absence. As Maris meandered among the flora, a hollow feeling took root within her. Feronia had become as intangible as a wisp of mist, mirroring Garrett’s elusive presence in Adeline’s life. The world seemed to have lost its vivid colors, the fragrances that once filled the air now faint echoes, igniting a flame of fear in Maris’s heart. What happens when Feronia disappears? Where had she vanished to? Why had she ceased her potent enchantments upon her human so suddenly? What thoughts were cloaked in the silence that now occupied Feronia’s mind?

The celestial realm, vast beyond the confines of earth, offered no solace in its expanse. Maris’s search through the divine ether, touching every corner where Feronia might dwell, yielded nothing but the cold whisper of her absence. Hopelessness settled upon Maris as she finally decided to retreat to her sanctuary. Settling on her coral throne, the chill of the stone did little to ease the restlessness in her soul. The sudden disappearance of her friend loomed over her, a shadow of dread that something sinister might befall Adeline.

Compelled by a protective instinct, Maris called upon her magical mirror. As the water washed over the balcony’s edge, they shimmered together into a window to the mortal realm. The vision that materialized before her was of Adeline settled in the back office of her family’s enterprise, her spirit a glowing balance between resolve and confidence. She was imparting wisdom to her sister Londyn, who absorbed the lessons with devotion stemming from familial love and admiration for Adeline’s effortless guidance. Maris’s heart swelled with a protective affection, similar to what she felt for the growing bond between Eric and Adeline. Londyn had become a pillar of support in Adeline’s quest for independence, weaving herself into the fabric of Maris’s watchful gaze.

Their harmony was disrupted by Mr. O’Cean’s abrupt, commanding entrance, casting a shadow over the room and ending the sisters’ amiable exchange. This had become their ritual – a steadfast alliance formed since their parents’ return from vacation. With each encounter, the sisters stood shoulder to shoulder, a united front against the paternal tide they faced.

“Ah, good, you’re both here,” Mr. O’Cean’s voice resonated in the otherwise silent room. “How are the preparations for the parents’ association fundraiser next weekend?”

“Everything is under control, Mr. O’Cean. Do not worry,” Adeline reported, her tone efficient and professional. “Ms. Johnson is well-informed of the progress, and I’m sure she has plans to apprise you of the details. I completed my assigned tasks last week, which is why I’ve returned to my office duties, including training Londyn.”

Londyn shifted in her seat, a silent observer to their cold war. The office had become a battleground of wills in their mother’s absence, with both Adeline and Mr. O’Cean masking their true feelings to protect Aria O’Cean’s fragile state.

Adeline sat, her posture rigid against her chair’s back, bracing for her father’s authoritative presence. Inside, a storm of emotions surged – frustration, anger, but above all, a piercing sense of injustice.

Mr. O’Cean’s tone hardened. “Your commitment is commendable, Adeline, but let’s not forget that you’re part of Ms. Johnson’s team until the fundraiser is over. You may be the heir, but you’re not in charge. Decisions here are mine to make.”

As her father spoke, Adeline’s blood boiled within her. She had played the obedient daughter, the perfect heir, for as long as she could remember. Her own dreams and desires were locked away and forgotten, overshadowed by the O’Cean legacy.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped,” she began, her voice tinged with vulnerability. It was a concession, the hope that her father would see her as an individual, not just an extension of the family. “But, didn’t you agree to reduce my time at work? I’ve been spending more time here than before, and I believe we were to discuss the reduction of my schedule upon your return. It’s been a couple of weeks now…” Her voice trailed off with the hum of the air conditioner.

A tense silence fell over the room, the air thick with unspoken defiance. Londyn watched the familiar power struggle unfold before her.

Mr. O’Cean’s voice deepened, authoritative. “You act as if such discussions are your right. The O’Cean name carries weight and responsibilities. You can’t dismiss the path laid out so carefully for you over some boy’s flattery.”

His response, a reminder of Adeline’s ‘place,’ felt like a slap. The path he spoke of felt like a gilded cage, its bars lined with expectations and traditional values that no longer resonated with her. She wanted freedom, a right to make her own choices, to discover who she was outside of the O’Cean name. The mention of Eric, the insinuation that her thoughts and feelings were not her own but influenced by another, ignited a fire within her.

“He has a name, and I’m not doing any of this because of Eric,” Adeline countered, her resolve unwavering. Each word was a brick in the fortress she was building around her heart, a defense against the paternal rules that continued to dictate her life. “I don’t want all these so-called responsibilities. I want a path that is my own, one where I can use my abilities and not be shackled by your expectations.”

Mr. O’Cean stood firm, his tone matching Adeline’s intensity. “You’re blinded by infatuation. Must he break your heart before you realize he’s undermining your legacy?”

The accusation that Eric was blinding her made Adeline laugh bitterly. How little her father understood her. Adeline knew her worth, her capabilities, and it pained her that the man who should be her greatest supporter could not see past his own vision for her life.

Adeline shook her head, frustration obvious as her eyes blazed a stormy green. “Just because it’s not what you want doesn’t make my actions wrong!” she argued passionately, the hurt evident in her unblinking gaze. “Eric has been nothing but supportive. Shouldn’t you, as my father, care for my happiness rather than dictate my life?”

The question lingered, straining the father-daughter bond to its limit. Mr. O’Cean stood, his silhouette against the fluorescent office lighting looming over his daughters. The silence was deafening. Adeline’s heart pounded in her chest, each beat strengthening her determination to fight the expectations that had bound her for so long. She rose, meeting his gaze, a lone warrior challenging the might of tradition and familial duty.

As her father struggled to find the right words, Adeline’s thoughts raced. She saw conflict in his eyes, the struggle between the need to control and the love she knew he felt for his daughters. It was a chasm that continued to grow with each passing moment, and Adeline wondered if it could ever be mended.

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“Ever since Eric Landin entered your life, you’ve changed. I hardly recognize you. And Londyn, why do you encourage her defiance? What do you hate so much about the O’Cean name?” Mr. O’Cean exclaimed, his voice broken with emotion.

Their father’s words were a mix of confusion and accusations, a reflection of the turmoil that gripped the O’Cean family. Adeline’s heart ached for understanding, for acceptance, but she knew that some battles were fought over lifetimes and some distances were too great to close with words alone.

Still, Adeline remained unfazed, her voice steady despite the emotion. “Eric isn’t to blame. I’ve been unhappy for far too long, too afraid to face it,” she confessed, her voice filling with vulnerability. Londyn’s silent gesture of support was a comforting presence. Adeline glanced briefly at her little sister, a soft smile breaking through her tense lips. “Our desires have never been your priority. You’ve dictated my life, and now you’re starting with Londyn’s. When will you let us live our own lives?”

Mr. O’Cean, poised to continue the standoff, was interrupted by Ms. Johnson, who entered briskly with Aria O’Cean following close behind her.

“Jo,” Ms. Johnson interjected, her voice cutting through the charged room. “Aria looks unwell. Perhaps it’s time for you to take her home.”

Aria, clutching Ms. Johnson’s sleeve, insisted, “Don’t listen to her, Jo. I’m fine. Just a bit nauseous, that’s all.”

Mr. O’Cean, concern washing over his once angry features, moved to his wife’s side. The sisters’ tension dissipated as they focused their attention on their mother. “We should head home, Aria. You need to rest,” he said, his voice gentle yet firm. He acknowledged Ms. Johnson with an appreciative nod, then turned to his daughters, his words leaving no room for debate. “We’ll continue this later. I want you to concentrate your efforts on the fundraiser for now. I’ll see you both at home.”

Once their parents had left the room, Adeline collapsed into her chair, the grip on Londyn’s hand loosening. Their exchanged glances formed a silent agreement to stand united against their father’s inflexible expectations. Ms. Johnson’s eyes lingered on the sisters as she approached. “Everything alright, girls? It seemed quite tense,” she remarked, noting their sudden relaxation.

“We’re fine, thank you, Ms. Johnson,” Adeline responded, mustering a professional smile. “Londyn and I are finishing up here but will rejoin the customer service team for the remainder of the week. Mr. O’Cean expects us to stay with your team until the fundraiser is over.”

“That works for me; I appreciate the help,” Ms. Johnson replied warmly. “Adeline, you’re participating in the fundraiser events as a grad, correct?”

Adeline nodded. “Yes, but I won’t be working that day. Londyn will be here to assist you.”

“I’ll be in around one in the afternoon,” Londyn confirmed.

“Great, thanks, girls,” Ms. Johnson said, departing and leaving them to their privacy.

As the evening approached eight, Adeline and Londyn quickly worked to complete their tasks, their conversation drifting to their lives. They shared a mutual desire to break free from the O’Cean legacy’s constraints. Adeline confessed her torn feelings but expressed a longing to first live a life of her own choosing before possibly embracing the family role. She understood her father’s pressures, since he had to take on the mantle at a young age, yet his experience didn’t seem to help him empathize with her need for independence. The sisters, almost like a ritual every night in the office, renewed their vow to support each other through the familial strife.

As they wrapped up, Londyn broached the subject of Eric. Adeline assured her that Eric was more than supportive – he was intelligent and always made time for her. Despite their busy schedules and their father’s disapproval, their nightly phone conversations were proof of their growing bond. Adeline confided that she was falling for him. Londyn, listening intently, shared in her sister’s romantic journey, endorsing Eric’s favorable reputation.

Just as they were ready to leave, Adeline received a message from Eric, waiting in the mall’s parking lot to drive them home. Eager to see him after the day’s events, Adeline accepted his offer. Londyn observed with a mix of envy and joy, as Adeline and Eric shared a prolonged embrace.

The drive to the O’Cean residence was brief, too short for the couple’s liking. Londyn exited first, granting them a moment alone. Adeline promised Eric a call later, anticipating another family confrontation. With a supportive kiss and embrace, Eric bid her goodnight, watching the sisters enter their home before he drove off into the night.

As Adeline and Londyn stepped through the foyer, Adeline’s eyes drifted to the antique ornate mirror in their entryway – a mirror that represented unity among the founding families. Every inch of the home, from the furniture to the polished wood floors, represented O’Cean history. The great room was a testament to their legacy. The familiar scents filled their senses as their parents sat cradled in the rich leather loveseat upon their entry. The portraits of their ancestors hung with silent authority, their eyes seemingly following Adeline and Londyn as they moved.

The sisters settled onto the plush leather couch adjacent to their parents. The cool leather against their skin was a reminder of the formality and history in the room. Soft golden light glowed from the antique lamps that illuminated the room. Adeline’s heart raced, her thoughts a whirlwind. “This great room, with its grandeur and history, has always been the place where family decisions were made,” she thought. Can we carve out our own futures here, or are we destined to follow the path etched into these walls?

Mr. O’Cean sat silently beside his wife as he watched his daughters enter. As his daughters settled adjacent to him, his mind was turbulent. “They stand on the brink of adulthood, yet they seem so vulnerable,” he thought. How do I protect them from the currents that threaten to sweep them away?

Aria’s voice, gentle and nurturing, cut through their reveries. “Welcome home, sweethearts,” she said, her hand resting atop her husband’s, her touch grounding him. “I’m sorry to have interrupted your discussion with your father earlier. Were you talking about your work schedules?”

Seizing the moment, Adeline drew a deep breath, the familiar scent of the room grounding her. “Yes,” she began, her voice steady but her palms damp with anticipation. For the sake of both her and Londyn, she must stand firm. “It’s been a relentless few weeks balancing school and work. As our work week has recently exceeded thirty hours, I would like to resume our discussion on reducing my time at work to about ten hours a week split over two days.”

Mr. O’Cean’s heart swelled with pride and apprehension as Adeline spoke of reducing her hours, her voice firm and unyielding. He thought, “She has the strength of her mother, but does she have the foresight to navigate the treacherous waters of our legacy?”

Londyn added her voice to the conversation, her resolve mirroring Adeline’s. “I agree. Two days would allow us to live a little outside these walls.”

Mr. O’Cean expected Londyn’s response, yet it caused him worry. They must understand that with freedom comes responsibility. Can they bear the weight of the O’Cean name and still find their way, he wondered.

Seeing the mix of conflicting emotion in her husband’s expression, Aria leaned in to whisper, “The girls are still young, Jo. They should have time with friends. Perhaps we can postpone their full involvement in the business until after their degrees.”

Mr. O’Cean’s inner turmoil was evident, his rebuttal a low growl, his words laced with fear. “That Landin boy is changing Adeline,” he whispered. The thought of Eric Landin cast a dark shadow over his eyes and mind. That boy, he thought, could be the storm that will pull our dear Adeline from our shores. “I trust our daughters, but not the influence of the Landins.” His words were directed at his wife. He wanted to believe that Aria’s suggestions were wise, that perhaps he should leave his daughters some space to grow, but fear of losing them made him hesitate.

Aria’s touch was comforting, her gaze unwavering. “Trust them to live, Jo. They may stumble, but we’ll be there to catch them,” she reassured him.

Conceding to his wife’s wisdom, Mr. O’Cean addressed his daughters. “Your mother has convinced me,” he said, his voice a blend of reluctance and affection. “Two days a week it is.”

Adeline and Londyn’s smiles mirrored each other’s joy. “Thank you, Father,” they said together. Adeline’s heart soared, the turmoil within settling for now. Reflecting with a genuine grin, she thought, “This is just the beginning. We’ve won this battle, but the war for our future is still ongoing.”

As the girls celebrated their small victory, Mr. O’Cean felt a twinge of loss. “Are we letting them fly too close to the sun?” he wondered. Aria’s joy at the resolution was infectious, yet Mr. O’Cean couldn’t shake his sense of anxiety. “Keep to your current schedule for this week and next week…” he paused, pulling out his calendar to check the schedule. “Adeline, how about Fridays from 4 pm to 8 pm and Sundays from 2 pm to 8 pm? Londyn, you’ll train with the other managers on Saturdays and Sundays from 10 am to 3 pm,” his tone serious yet practical. “I expect you to start this new schedule after the parents’ association event next weekend. Can you do that?”

The sisters, united, accepted the compromise. “This works for us. Thank you,” they affirmed.

Aria’s laughter was light, a contrast to the room’s serious tone. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Mr. O’Cean’s final words were a sharp reminder of their obligations. “Keep to this schedule. There’s a lot to do in the meantime. No slacking!” he cautioned them, thinking the O’Cean ship must stay its course even in new waters.

“Yes, Father,” they agreed, rising to leave, their spirits lifted by their victory. Eager to escape further scrutiny, they excused themselves, citing homework before bedtime.

Aria bid her daughters goodnight, then turned to her husband with gratitude. “Thank you, Jo,” she whispered, kissing him softly. “It wasn’t easy, but thank you for giving them a chance.”

Mr. O’Cean watched the hall where his daughters had vanished, a wistful smile on his lips. “They deserve their own lives,” he acknowledged. “My fear is that they’ll stray from our path. Our legacy is a burden, but I believe in them. They’ll honor our name,” he mused, his thoughts trailing off.

Aria’s soothing voice filled the space between them. “Trust them, Jo. We’ll guide them back if they lose their way.”

“Thank you,” he murmured, drawing his wife close as they settled into the loveseat, united in their love and concern. The great room, a reminder of tradition and power, was where Mr. O’Cean felt most at home. Gazing up at the portraits, the eyes of their elders seemed to be filled with silent expectations that had been his constant companion since his youth. Now, sitting with his wife, the steady tick of the grandfather clock marked not only time but the ebb and flow of a family navigating the waters of change.