Part 9~

Ella woke up on her bed and looked around her paint colored room. Exhaustion and confusion passed through her as she sat up. Stripe was pacing above her head on the wall. As she

sat up Stripe crowded around her nervous as to what state of mind she would be in. Ella groaned at the aching pain in her head and looked at Stripe.

"What happened? I'm still confused." She said to Stripe.

"It started when you became eleven." He said more to himself then Ella. "I make no promise that this is exactly what happened but this is what I think. Remember how your hand always stuck to the paintbrush when you were eleven?" Ella nodded. "I'm assuming you had no problem with that before right?" Ella shook her head. "You were starting to become paint then. When you turned twelve your hands began to stick to any canvas or paintbrush. You also never needed to eat. Then finally you began to sweat paint. Before long you would have become stuck to a wall!"

"But why?" Ella asked curiously.

"Butter-Fly. She and I have always had a strong connection to you and your painting abilities. We feed off of them to live. Butter-Fly was desperate to become real so she took a large enough amount to. But it did not work as you found out. I am assuming that the only way to is to be given the strength to, not to take it. If she had succeeded I think you would have lost your powers. The butterflies that you used as a signature needed power to move. You gave Butter-Fly power from your anger and I think you gave me your power from the need of a friend." Stripe finished. Ella felt betrayed, and rightly so. She felt happy to know that Stripe did not help Butter-Fly or does not plan to continue her plans.