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Ise/Geralt

It seemed the snow was never-ending, not that she minded. It was a pretty sight and made it easy for her to blend in when in her purest form. For now, just her long hair vanished in it. Her strands barely held a contrast to the frozen water that came down on the land. Snow came down almost every day, she could smell it before it fell, the silence that seemed to echo almost minutes just beforehand… She found herself enjoying the mountain weather, sitting outside for a week straight now. It had been a week since her darling Ciri had explained to her newly formed family that she was someone who had been helping her all this time. She did ask the girl to keep quiet on what she was exactly, revealing that the delicate fact of her origin could potentially put her in danger or cause her to never return. It was that mage, Yennefer she was called, that caused the most hesitation within her. The girl was a part elf and hungry for power, two things that unsettled the unicorn. On the norm, a person like her would be smote on the spot but the storm that shifted inside the mage caused confusion and uncertainty as far as a quick death went.

Her usual visitor was Ciri, who would happily make her way over to chat about her day, what she had learned, things others were up to, the food that could be better, the want of warmth in her room… Small and big facts, jokes and giggles, secrets meant for a diary or just thoughts that passed like the clouds. Their bard friend had made his way to her, poking and prodding as he normally did. He was quite chatty, curious, and fishing for information, perhaps in favor of his friend? Yennefer had found her as well, suspicious and rightfully so. The mage could sense the magic that practically spilled from her clean and well-kept fingertips, the white hair was unnatural and hardly seen, not even the witcher had such pristine color, or lack of thereof, to his hair. To Yennefer, she was a threat, until further notice.

She thought about her place here, wondering perhaps it would be best to keep to the shadows as she had been. Then again, she could do so much more for the girl if she were near. There really was no need to stay and build relations with the others, though her heart some at the thought of keeping away. The lives of smaller beings were already so short-lived, she didn’t want to miss more than she had to. She had to protect the girl, her life would only grow more complex from here. “Poor thing…” Ise sighed out softly, her back resting against the wood of the course used to train young children into fighters. She sat on the floor, her dress and its light layers billowing around her due to wind. Slender fingers reached down to pluck the small flowers that grew there, bringing them up to inspect them, twirling them in her fingers.

“You know what she is.” A gruff and baritone voice reached her ears. She had sensed him coming before she had seen him, his tall figure being seen in the distance as he finally made his way towards her. She knew he watched every encounter between her and Ciri, no doubt listening in as well. There were moments, she wondered if he made out what she was though she had high doubt. Her kind was evasive, so much so that they were a myth to everyone. Those who claimed to have seen them were either drunk, small, or on the verge of madness. Then again, there was the chance that Ciri mentioned her vivid dreams of being with a unicorn, the dreams where she could have some pull as to what went on… A small gift of happiness for the girl while she was on her journey.

“I’m not the only one who knows.” Ise pointed out, using the flower to point at him, her face turning some so she could look up at him before standing, not wanting to break her neck in trying to look at his massive form. “You want to protect her, so do I.” She said simply, though it seemed he wasn’t buying it.

“What do you get out of it?” He asked, to the point while his eyes looked up and down, something not seeming right as he took in the sight of her. Her clothes, not only were they light, too light, for this weather… But they had been different every day since she had been at Kaer Morhen. The fabrics, tailoring, and style were nothing like he had seen before despite having traveled all over. He could easily figure her home went beyond what people had explored but that didn’t explain her different clothes, well-kept hair, the clean smell of her. It was as if she had stepped away from a bedroom in some exotic palace. It was unnatural… So, he did what he knew best when he needed to assess a situation or potential threat he had no information on, strike.

It happened faster than either one of them could comprehend, instinct taking over. Geralt had gone flying, pushed across the entire courtyard, and hit the stone walls of the exterior building, landing with a gruff sound and getting up slowly as he tried to understand what happened. When he looked up, she was gone… She used magic, that much he was certain of… Though Yennefer had stated that girl was not a fellow mage, nor elf… But could sense a great deal of…something… coming from her. Did she find her way here as those newer creatures did? He wondered, his movement coming to a stop when he noticed something odd and very out of place. He made his way back to where she had been sitting, the small area now fresh with green grass and small white flowers only seen in spring fields. “What the fuck is she?” He mumbled to himself, looking around a moment in wonder.

It was later that evening he spotted her again, with Ciri who had just excused herself for training with Yennefer. They were in the great hall, the fire burning bright with no one but her sitting there now. He made his way to her, sitting across from her, and sighed some. “Don’t bother apologizing, you couldn’t hurt me even if you tried your best.” She said in a matter-of-fact tone before lifting a piece of bread to nibble on it. It was stale and it showed on her expression while she slowly set the bread down. The scene was enough to get a chuckle out of Geralt, a smile cracking as he shook his head some, his voice dying down and silence taking over.

“You’ll either have to tolerate me or ignore me. You cannot send me away, even if you don’t see me. I will be here, she needs me.” Ise told him, looking over at him, his eyes drinking in the sight of her as he held a calculated gaze. “I’ll be more at ease when I know what sort of creature has such interest in her.” He responded simply and leaned in a bit before continuing, “You’re uneasy around Yen, Ciri acts as though the two of you have been friends for ages but she didn’t meet you until recently, you stink of magic, can make grass grow where you’ve stood and you look-” He paused, watching her show some interest in what he had to say. “Horse caught your tongue?” She asked mischievously and stood up to make her way out.

“Odd thing to say.” He stated as he watched her turn and shrug some. “You have a falling castle full of books, I’m sure one of them mentions exactly what I am so you and the others can stop losing sleep over it.” She stated, chuckling softly at the end due to knowing there were no records of her kind, though something told her she would enjoy watching them try and figure it out.

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I think about my story and think about one word: Disbelief. Not because what has happened to me is something shocking, or worrying, no, nothing like that at all. But upon learning my heritage, what has happened over years… It sounds like something from a tale. I’ve heard the story enough times from my parents, more so my father who came from someplace far away much like other refugees. Perhaps, that’s where this story should start… I can’t say for certain how they felt exactly, experiences are, after all, unique to us. However, putting myself in their shoes… I can’t even begin to imagine what it had been like. To have no information, not knowing what was coming and the inability to prepare for it.

My father came from a planet called Earth, a funny name I thought considering the translation of it had meant literal dirt. It wasn’t the most unique of names when I realized the other planets surrounding Earth and its history with Gods and Goddesses.

Earth. It was a planet already doomed thanks to its human inhabitants. The world was crumbling around them, war was a regular term in their households, little did they know something greater was coming. It’s safe to say things did not end well for them, the residents of my home did what they could and saved what humans they could. There were a lot of casualties… Many families were separated and I am certain not many took a liking to their new life.

Emptying Earth and leaving it to ash happened over the course of years. It wasn’t until recently where portals to that planet were closed off as far as two-way travel went. It would be another dumping ground for the creatures that plagued our lands of Izavyn. That was the root of all problems and the cause for most quarrels throughout our countries and city-states. A plague, a virus, an abomination, there were many words to describe what caused the woe of so many but the term we used for those creatures was a simple one, Demons. Their creation was one out of malice but perhaps when an organization sees too much peace, it craves to shift the balance. War might not have been as common here but it wasn’t unknown.

Demons were once people, our people. Changing them back was impossible, at least it seemed that way. When one combines the magic of the land with dark practices given to them by one of The Arms, the one no one mentions for there is power in a name or prayer.

The Arms were created by The Eternal. Those lucky enough to hear her voice or perhaps catch a glimpse learned she had a name, Divi. The Eternal Divi created what we know, her power flows through all of us, and upon passing we re-join her. All life is connected to her and therefore we are all connected, to every fabric of being. The Eternal also created four to help her, to watch and guide us, The Arms. Any paintings or statues of Divi and constructed so that she appears to have four arms, though now at days older art either scratched out or have removed the fourth arm. The fourth betrayed The Eternal and have been gathering followers and temples of his own, promising a new age and have become a powerful deity in his own right. Whispers of The Ascent Mol is rare, but not unheard of.

The Arms were prayed to just as The Eternal was. Though references to them have changed over time. Sometimes I hear elders sigh out, “By the five!” and anyone within earshot is horrified. We no longer reference them as five but as four. After all, if one divine figure goes rogue and attempts to take all, for the most part, you should be against it. Naturally, that isn’t always the cause.

Izavyn had felt responsible for the havoc that came over the years. There are parts of our world that had been destroyed and rebuilt, taken over, some still fight a resistance or civil war. When those who decided to follow Mol and his trek for power over all, things changed. They gave their lives, prayers, their devotion, and in turn, it made him strong. Everything is connected, choosing to give yourself to something so powerful isn’t wise but not all men are wise. Creatures were created, the dangerous sort that can infect you with a wound and have you turned. Death by a Demon though frightening was merciful compared to the other option. They spread throughout the land, diminished populations, and where they roamed, darkness followed. The neverending night was their home, it’s where they flourished and thrived. No one dared made their way to a patch of dark land when the sun was out, the cold and dead land meant creatures that would kill. At night, everyone would stay in their homes, traveling would be banned for cargo ships and merchants. Those who wished to risk it on their own was another story… Not even our armies would venture to the darkened lands. The dark clouds in the distance were an omen, a promise of destruction to those who sought safety. The only way to destroy the patches of darkness would be to kill the hoard that inhabited it, that was not an easy feat. Upon nightfall, they roamed free, and hope at that point was lost.

There was a point the people of Izavyn thought things could turn around. The numbers of Demons were dwindling, causalities were becoming less and less. However, just as we had access to magic, as did they. There was a practice that had been used for the most heinous of prisoners. Those who did wrong beyond fixing and required justice were banished from the world. A portal would open and they would be sent somewhere desolate and free of intelligent life. What happened after would be up to them and no longer the business of our world. However, it turns out that a portal can work two ways with the right studies behind it. That’s how the numbers jumped up again and other worlds began to get involved in the strife that should have belonged to Izavyn alone.

Since then, most Kingdoms and City-States have decided to get involved, working to have the same ability the opposing side did. Wars were fought on all fronts and refugees were taken in of all races, most sent to camps to fight. We needed armies and they needed an escape… it was a dreadful exchange but I could understand the military aspect of it, it didn’t mean I agreed to it. Those who sought asylum were brought over, checked over by doctors and ailments would be removed. The world here was free of sickness that could kill, our healers and their abilities were both inspiring and wanted. Everyone who came through would be treated, and while the masses were grateful… I knew it was because our world could do more with healthy people than sickly ones. It was a double-edged sword of sorts but perhaps everything that had beauty also had an ugliness to it.

To make joining the military enticing, promises were made and kept. Majikas were crafty and their practices were difficult, so much so that only one of the many elements would be taught to them. They could summon fire at will, hold lightning in their hands, or even practice in potions and the arcana which would allow for many things, endurance, a day without needed sleep, even a change of appearance of them or others. Hallows were the most pampered of the bunch, clothes in white and ethereal looking, elegance was their calling and people were in awe of them and their ability to heal the sick or create barriers of protection without needed enchantments. We then had those in the front lines, impressive warriors who gained respect just by their sheer look alone, there were many kinds. Some with bulky armor and a grand sword, an enchanted shield that could but up a barrier. They were front-line men, giving commands to their squadron and leading the way. Others were dressed more lightly, more agile. Some with slimmer long swords, long twin daggers, bows with arrows that would appear on a whim, all enchanted weapons with their own special ability. It all looked glamourous really and those who were not from this world were given promises of a better life if they joined one of the ranks. A promise of enhanced beauty, so you would look like the most prominent version of you courtesy of a Majika, and those who joined the front-line men were given the option of a complete change and land, an enticing idea for those who liked the material things. The person would no longer have to live in the safe house and would instead be given a cozy room to call their own, a private bath included, and the promise to be able to own land or home depending on their choice of rank to follow as well as being given the status of a citizen instead of being labeled a refugee.

The refugees were put to work but they worked alongside everyone else, everyone had to pitch in one form or another. Those with a specialized trade were willing to take on apprentices and that option was one people sought after because it promised a place of their own in the home of the master tradesman. There was also an option to help in re-building, supplies run, guard duty, and many other things. That didn’t mean that there was no downtime, not at all. People were still able to enjoy time with their families or seek out help and therapy due to the drastic changes. Not all took it well and when death rates began rising within the safety of the barriers, those in higher power took action. It was a hard change, but those who remained were able to make it through and over the years the world has prospered the best it can given the circumstances. However, it seems the Demons have run out of souls to take on for their army and the focus now remains on us, the last standing in their path and our unwillingness to bow makes us targets.

Some know that time might not be kind with what looms. Some choose to just make it by, others wise to live as if tomorrow might be the end and that’s what my parents did. My mother is was born in this world, she comes from across the sea and studied as a tailor. Her studies eventually brought her to the City-State of Verrin where she ended up being the private seamstress to the council. She never did talk much of home but I understood. It was painful… Back in her home of Qisyo things were difficult. It was one of the countries where the royal family had been forced out and armies with the banners for Mol were raised. Some refugees from her country could be seen throughout Verrin but I knew of a settlement by the ocean on a cliff where her people were trying to wait out the war across the sea so they can return home. Qisyo’ko was the name of the settlement and I had only been there once…  

My father had arrived when my mother was working in a dress shop, he did not join the ranks and instead chose to live his life in the business of delivery within the city. My mother was someone he came across quite often since he would deliver goods to the shop she worked in and their relationship eventually grew and then they were married. My mother was aware of his status as a refugee and knew marriage wouldn’t secure a future for him but her eventual career opened doors and my father was able to eventually work in the library, much like he had back on Earth. It was a quiet enough life for them, and my appearance made things better for them, something they always reminded me of. I remember spending a lot of time with my father in the library, reading never-ending books, and in the evening bothering my mother beyond words since I had not seen her all day whenever work called for her.

Eventually, I did make friends of my own but there was one I ended up being the closest to. It was around the time the last of the humans from Earth made their way over. There had been a group of orphans but there was one who did not seem as sad as the others. It turned out she had already been an orphan and had been placed in home after home. The events of her world and the drastic change stressed her eyes, but she did not cry over the loss of family like the others and seemed more optimistic, hopeful almost. Her name was Morgan and she and I had a bond that could rival the closest of sisters.

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Note to self:

-- Bump up ages for Alfea College.... 

-- Fairies can attend Alfea Primary @ 16-18 Then attend Alfea College 18-22.... ((Read somewhere OG Winx was supposed to attend Alfea for 5 years and THEN gain their Enchantix, Rainbow could not wait 5 seasons for the Enchantix story for obv’s reasons... ))

--Enchantix is roughly gained around age 20

-- warm in barrier to keep the kids from leaving, make it enticing to stay etc etc 

-- There IS a reason why the barrier is up, burned ones are back woooooo

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Chapter 6 - WIP

Everything seemed to have happened so fast. Brown eyes stared at the gates ahead of her, swirling emotions inside her. She was nervous for one, it was a new school after all, and with that came complications that she and her peers would have to face. Rationalizing it was the best way to go about thing, she figured. More than half of the first years would have that uncertainty she held within herself, lists upon lists on questions would plague all of their minds. Would they do well? Would they fit in? Would they make a complete fool of themselves? She closed her eyes, staggering some suddenly as a group of boys ran past her for a reason she was sure would fall under the category of stupid. A gentle sigh escaped her lips as she began her walk into the school grounds. It was beautiful, just as Terra had explained to her, a thought that made everything around her go quiet. Her walking had slowed but she had made sure to stay off to the side so that there wouldn’t be a repeat of others bumping into her.

“Terra…” Her voice was quiet, no one would hear her. She had almost forgotten her sister had attended this school, graduated from it too. She wondered, what her sister was doing and where before quickly brushing it off. Having such thoughts float around her head for far too long would certainly cause anguish and a chain reaction, one she was trying to fight at that very moment. Her sister leaving had caused for an arranged marriage for Magma, one she wasn't too happy about but the idea of running away like her older sister didn’t sit well with her, that would subject her younger sisters to fall under such a fate as well cause heartbreak… for everyone involved. Well, besides a select few… It left a bitter taste in her mouth but it wasn’t what she wanted to focus on. She wanted to focus on things girls her age should worry about while in school, their grades, clothes, boys… Boys… She wanted to bite her own tongue for thinking that. There would be no boys, she reminded herself. After all, Derick was a second-year Specialist at the school while his younger sister Kitta was a first-year much like herself. The plan was to avoid them at all costs, thought running into Kitta would probably happen more regularly considering the two girls were fairies and most likely taking the same classes despite having different elements. The girl was as snooty as they could get, spoiled by her parents rotten. She had an air about her that screamed money, a girl who had a knack for getting herself into trouble and laughing about it later, but then again when you can afford to do that.. why not, right? It was a rather annoying trait she found but what gutted her was her fiance, Derick. He was handsome, there was no denying that but something didn’t sit right with him. His eyes had a wild look behind the color, she recalled their first meeting and the smile he left her with. If she had to compare it to something, it was like a sociopath who discovered their new passion after snapping the neck of a rabbit. The thought gave her chills…

It won’t happen yet, it’s just in your head, breathe. A mantra, one she repeated to herself whenever she found himself thinking of Derick, which wasn’t much but when it did happen the cold she felt was sometimes hard to shake off. She took to looking at others around her, everyone was in a hurry, excited, frightened, it was a lot. She watched a few interact with happiness, glad to see each other and it made her smile some. She had kept telling herself that upon arriving at Alfea, she would do her best not to make friends, not to get attached to anyone, and possibly compromise her situation. After all, people inspired ideas, and as terrible as it sounded, she didn’t need any. Besides, sharing her story wasn’t something she was willing to do, not wanting others to see her burden or feel sorry for her in any way. There was also the fact that their mother had kept them rather sheltered from the world, it was Magma who had taken it the hardest since her social skills were obviously lacking though she was sweet as some would say. She wasn’t sure if perhaps that was just her personality, a girl who was just a bit on the shy and unsure side… She had been told that being so demure was endearing for some but she had also been aware that it was the crying babies that got fed, not the quiet ones.

Her feet picked up again, walking further into the grounds, eyes settling on the beautiful work of architecture in front of her. The crisp air and gray clouds gave it an interesting ambiance, it was welcoming despite the slight chill and threat of rain. Perhaps it had been in her head, having been happy to get away from her home for months and only having to go back during breaks, if she wanted to. Summers were mandatory but she would survive a few months at home, she would just end up leaving again anyway. There was a tad of guilt in leaving her sisters behind but Hana had assured her that they would be fine and looked after, even offering to come by when she had nothing to do at home to give the girls the attention needed. She smiled fondly as she thought about the old woman who they had grown rather close to. Her mother had been slightly annoyed by it, reminding them Hana would not come with them once their lives returned to normal. It was strange… Magma didn’t want things to revert, she had moved forward and found a quiet life without the stuffy parties was more her pace. It inspired a few things within her, wanting to think about what she could do with her own future, who she would turn into, with a career that settled an excellent feeling within her… She was thinking ahead more and more as time passed instead of being stuck in an obvious bubble while looking out to sea, content with a life close to royalty. These were all things she thought about, distracting herself from the woes of life… A lost first love, an arranged marriage, a mother who no longer deserved the title, a broken family. She needed something for herself, not wanting anyone else to give to her, an anchor to keep her steady.

Voices filled her head again, her mind quieting down as the chatter around her made her aware again. She was people watching again, admiring all the walks of life in front of her. A few teachers greeted the students, the number of phones and selfies were a bit overwhelming but had made her crave for something, friends… She wanted a friend despite the promise she was trying to keep to herself to keep focused and free of attachments. Would it be so bad? She asked herself, blushing some at her own ridiculous behavior. Eyes averted, landed on the open gate of the school as students continued to walk through, a sight making her pause some. She hadn’t noticed but there were others doing the same as well. A pair had caught the attention of a few people.

Not everyone seemed to notice, just the ones that had thought the same things as Magma, more or less. There were twins, that much she could tell due to similar features but what was striking about them was the all gray and white hair on their heads. They had clear and light complexions, light-colored eyes, and the dark clothes the two of them wore made it all the more noticeable. Both of them were carrying cases for guitars, notifying others of their musical talent, the two seemed confident and she watched the girl smirk some while her brother kept an intense gaze ahead of him. He appeared as if he were at the school with a business only like model while his sister seemed the more relaxed of the two. They were interesting to look at, different… it wasn’t something she came across often and there were obviously others the felt the same as they quickly looked away whenever they made eye contact with one. Magma however found herself spacing out some, her eyes still settled on them as she took in all of their features. She had failed to see the female twin motion to her brother, whispering something before looking towards Magma, his eyes following. It had been too late when Magma herself noticed, catching his eyes and watching his own lips form a smirk, causing the girl to finally look elsewhere. Her eyes landed on another student, one with a fit physique and long dark hair. He had a rather intense gaze, the sort you find on someone when they seemed to have put two and two together. She watched as his eyes lifted from the ground towards the twins in question, staring a moment before he slowly looked away. The one-sided exchange on its own was odd, but it wasn’t something she was about to investigate either. She did however take a mental look of what the fellow student looked like, just in case…

She began to move again, this time towards the building and hoping to rid herself of any more distractions. She had to settle in, unpack, and get ready for whatever the year had in store for her. Finding her dorm was easy enough, each student was given a basic map of the school and there were upperclassmen at every turn it seemed to help their younger classmates get to where they needed to go.

tbc

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Chapter 5 - First Love

Fifteen. She was fifteen now. There wasn’t much of a celebration, a small cake made by the woman Magda was paying to come by every day, drawings made by her sisters, her mother had gifted her with a silk scarf, and a gift given to her in secret from the woman who cleaned and cooked for them, Hana. Hana had lived in the small town, her husband owning a vegetable stand but she took on odd jobs here and there to assist with expenses. A rather steady job at only a few hours a day seemed like a steal so she had accepted. The elderly lady was a sweet one, patient and kind, and worked swiftly and cooked wonderfully. Magma had taken to following her around, learning a few things here and there in case there came a time something needed to be done and Hana wasn’t there to help them. As Magma’s birthday arrived, the elderly lady took on a sly smile and handed her something wrapped in pink tissue paper while Magda has been upstairs nursing a headache.

“I made it for you. I know you and Henry are close, he has something special planned for you.” She chuckled in a knowing manner, signaling with her fingers that she had been watching Magma. “Ah, to be young again.” And with that the woman had gone back to work, leaving Magma blushing in place and giving her small bumbling thank you. It was true though, Magma had been seeing a boy her age from the village and the two had also attended school together. He had approached her one day, and since that day the two were seen together. He was a handsome fellow, Magma thought so at the least… Tall, tanned from working outside on his family farm, freckles painted his cheeks, long chestnut curls, and dark eyes… and his adorable dimples. She couldn’t help but giggle to herself as she sat down on the small sofa of their living area and opened up the gift. It was red and it took her a moment to realize it was a dress, the fabric being soft to the touch. She held it up, blushing some as she realized it was shorter than what she was used to with thin straps to hold it up. Oh, it was a date dress… She blushed again, never have worn something of the sort, her heart beating hard in her chest. Henry had mentioned he wanted to take her somewhere for her birthday though she wondered how would she sneak out in such an outfit in the evening? Perhaps put another dress over it? The fact that she was thinking of ways to sneak around made her want to chuckle a bit. It was like having a normal teen experience…

Well, normal enough for her. Her mother had been oblivious over her daughter’s dating and sneaking about. Many late nights did she sneak out her window to meet him outside, their little outings had become quite a regular thing filled with giggling and the two shushing each other as they made their way away from her home. They would spend hours into the late night during the weekend just gazing up at the night sky talking, about anything and everything. Not once did she mention her situation, and not once did he push her to talk on the days she felt down about it. The two had grown close and fond of each other, often seeing whispering to each other in school and sitting together when they were able. Their first kiss had been at school, having stayed after to study quietly in the library before stepping outside to wait for his dad who offered a ride back. She had quickly agreed, not quite wanting to go home, and loved the idea of spending a little more time with Henry. The two took up the shade that the large oak tree offered in front of the school, both leaning against it, lost in chatter. The two of them had been close already however as the words died down, they grew close and before Magma had known was happening, she had kissed someone for the first time.  

His lips moved gently against hers, a soft sigh escaping her at the feeling. His hands lowered to her hips, bringing her closer while her hands reached up to grab the lapels of his jean jacket. It was new, exciting, butterflies flitted in her stomach while her mind became wonderfully numb. She could feel a tingle on her lips, almost as if there was mint on them. Her knees grew weak but had been grateful for the anchor he provided. Her first kiss was memorable, sweet, left her eyes fluttering and heart beating. Afterwards, the two shared a smile so big she wondered if their cheeks might hurt later for it. It had put her in such a great mood and more so as they shared more kisses and intimate moments.

The memory was enough to make her blush as she gazed down at the red fabric, deciding she would brave in wearing it later tonight. She giggled softly, not being able to help herself and didn’t notice as Hana watched over her, smiling to herself at the sight. The older woman had known Magma long enough now that the girl held a great deal of sadness within her as if she held the weight of the world on her shoulders. To see her carefree and happy was a sight indeed, one she was glad to be of help too. She had gone back to work, leaving Magma in whatever memory or daydream she was lost in. Truth be told, Magma’s thoughts had shifted.

The girl was aware of her situation, highly aware. She knew what she had with Henry would come to an end and probably sooner rather than later, she just wasn’t sure how soon that was.

Night came and the house fell quiet. Magma was in bed, watching her sisters carefully and waited until the two were fast asleep before making her way out of her bed, reaching under her pillow for the red dress that had been gifted to her. She slipped on some sandals, grabbed a peacoat before quietly making her way through the home, being able to use the front door as she had done many times before. She glanced out to the pond, seeing him stand by it and smiled as he watched her, making her way to him and kissing him in a greeting before his head snaked into hers and lead her away.

That night, in her memory, would forever be a sweet one. He took her into the forest, where he had lights strung up around the trunks of trees, a blanket on the ground where he had plated fruit and some dipping chocolate. He had admitted to her that he had tried to make a late-night dinner for the two of them but had burned it, minus the biscuits which he showered her and she gladly ate, trying not to laugh all the while. She did tease him, however, not being able to help herself, kissing him after in promise that it had not been out of malice. Their night together had consisted of just that, playful banter, feeding each other, showing each other affection. Eventually, the two had found themselves on the blanket, Magma had taken off her coat so they can use as a blanket, leaving Henry stumped and at a loss for words, but only for a while.

“You’re beautiful, Mags.” He had whispered to her in awe, kissing her again and again. His forehead remained on hers, her hand on his bicep where her fingers eventually began to trace back and forth on them. They stayed like that a while, close with him half on top of her, kissing her softly here and there, mumbling sweet nothings to her. She had closed her eyes, lost in the feeling and moment they were sharing before she gently said his name, wanting his attention. He bumped his nose against hers, signaling he was listening but she had fallen quiet, just for the moment. There was something she wanted, from him specifically, wondering how she should put it. “I know what I want for my birthday.” She said softly, finally willing to answer the question he had been pestering her about. He pulled away some to look at her, a hand reaching out to gently trace her brow. “And what’s that?” He asked, watching as she licked her lips from nerves. He continued to touch her softly as if trying to ease out the words she wanted to say, but it was just one… just one word that left her lips.

“You.”

It was a couple of months later she found out he was moving, to another realm at that. It came as a shock but there was an opportunity for his father that couldn’t be passed up. It helped that most of his family lived out there as well. Magma had cried over the news, despite trying not to while Henry held her close, doing his best to do the same. They were young and in love and attached to one another. Henry had tried his best to console her, spending whatever time he had with her. The two made the best of what time they had left with one another, not wanting to talk about anything in relation to it for the time being until they couldn’t wait any longer.

“Three days.” Magma whispered, her head turning so she could look at Henry who was next to her. He did the same, their eyes meeting while he reached up to gently cup her chin. He moved, leaning over so he could kiss her before guiding her to rest on his chest. He breathed in deeply, hand moving up and down her back in a soothing manner as he thought about the reality of their situation. She cuddled close, shivering some, the blanket being shifted to cover more of her nude form from the chill that still drifted in the air. “Three days.” He mimicked, hugging her even tighter. They had to talk about it eventually…

“You’re going to Alfea next year and I’ll be far away in three days.” He stated softly, not wanting to say much else if he was honest. He knew what was coming, they both did. The two were very much aware of what was happening and it showed. A long-distance relationship wouldn’t work, even more so with Magma’s situation that she had not shared, something she wasn’t willing to share. Perhaps it had been better this way, it was a clean enough break and there would be no need to find clarity later. She pressed her face into him, mumbling something he couldn’t quite catch. Henry looked down, curious in trying to figure out what she said, questioning her on it. Shyly, she looked up and stared, looking guilty and unsure. “I love you.” She squeaked out, gaze lowering right after saying it. Henry froze a moment, not expecting to hear such a declaration but soon found himself happy for it. He guided her face so he could kiss her again, and again, then once more, and again, and again, and again…

“I love you too.”

Time had passed and she found herself without Henry. The farewell had been a tear-filled one but she found what had hurt more was that she couldn’t allow herself to cry at home. She held it in, only letting out her sorrow when she was alone. The Spring and Summer that followed were lonely but she found herself being able to move forward as she had been. It had been just before school where she was able to look back at her time with Henry without crying, glad for the time they spent together. It hadn’t been much, but it was something. She had memories to hold onto and as first love that made her happy, with everything that had happened so quickly… for a moment in time she was happy and that was precious to her even if it had to come to an end.

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Chapter 4- Responsibility

It had been just under two weeks since Terra’s absence. Magda had gone mad with worry, though with what, her daughters could not tell. The plans for the wedding that was supposed to save them from financial ruin had been ruined and due to it, Magda had fallen quiet. It was Magma who took it upon herself to care for her sisters since their mother was too preoccupied. Magma had thought about speaking with her mother, about perhaps a job that could help a bit so their funds wouldn’t run too dry since what they had would only last a few years, maybe for four years or five if they stretched it right. Such a conversation however wouldn’t sit well with her mother and she knew this because the woman still dressed as she did back home in the tropical weather. The pearls around her neck were delicate, her clothes crisp, for now… The girls wondered what was to be done about laundry and other chores since neither one of them seemed to know what it was that needed to be done or how to do them. Their mother seemed keen on hiring help to come by the home daily to clean and cook a meal and then leave and while that sounded lovely, it worried Magma considering the circumstances.

She had found herself overwhelmed some days, wondering what to do and how to go about it. She reminded herself to be patient, everyone was still in mourning which didn’t make things easy, let alone thinking. Her mother had refused to accept their new life and spent most of her time in her room, doing god knows what. There were late nights however where Magma could hear her mother on the phone, the hushed tone and closed doors did not allow for her to really catch anything of interest. The days fell into a routine for her, she would walk with her two younger sisters to a bus stop, help them on and then make her way to hers. She spent her hours focusing on school work and tending to the needs of her sisters. She found herself looking at her mother with distaste at times, wondering when she would pick up the role that was hers and not Magma’s. The girl however couldn’t bring herself to not care as Hestia and Ember needed someone to be there for them. Therefore, Magma swallowed what worry she had and kept them occupied, taking them outside to play in the grass or watch the fish in the pond nearby. She would watch them sometimes, sketchbook in her lap, busying her hands to the point they were all black from the charcoal. Then, they would head inside and wash up, eat, then sleep. Magma would tuck them into the bed they shared before getting into her own, falling asleep quickly if she was tired enough, other nights she found herself crying.  

A day or two, she found herself in a happier place so long as she was outside. The air up North was crisp, the mountains in the distance were pretty to look at and the rain that came down often was soft music she had grown to love. It had been times like that where she understood her grandparents, wishing they were with her or even took her on trips to the little cottage. It was peaceful, different, and she didn’t mind it. Still, she felt rather lost, more so now than ever. She still mourned her father, wanted her sister back, frustrated with her mother, tired of her younger sisters… All she could do was breathe in and stare at the mountains, her mind flashing to a slow stream of lava coming down it, hot and burning, enveloping her and taking her away from her troubles. She could feel her fingertips grow hot from the thought and lifted them off the grass to gaze at them, watching her fingertips take on a glow, the light of it a burning color as it moved slowly like her element. Now, amber-colored eyes watched in awe, loving the warmth and familiar feeling of it all. Escape, that was her tranquility and place of happiness. Her powers dimmed, eyes brown once more as her hands lowered onto the grass once more. Should she be worried? Her happiness was in a place her older sister escaped to… could she, perhaps, do it too? The sound of giggling brought her back. No, she thought… She had to remain strong, she had to be responsible, people counted on her. She could not hurt them, not after the grief revolving around her father and sister. She had to be there for them, no one else would it seemed.

The entire thing was unfortunate, terrible, but she was also aware that some had it worse. Granted, that didn’t excuse the situation she was in but it was an odd comfort for her. She breathed in deeply before sitting up, watching her sisters chase each other. Things weren’t so bad, they had each other, a roof over their heads, and the younger ones seemed to have no care in the world for the time being. It made her smile some, glad there was some form of normalcy. The day after however, the world shifted under her once more…

“Magma, I need you to come back home after dropping off your sisters.” The request was an odd one but Magma had nodded nonetheless. She walked along the beaten path, her sisters tailing her, and waited for them to load up on the bus of the small town so they can be taken to the school in the next town over. The neighboring towns were small enough where they could just share schools, something Magma didn’t think was possible but the small town had a charm to it and the food was always fresh. The walk was a slow one, time for just herself was rare so being able to enjoy everything around her without too much worry was a blessing she didn’t want to give up just yet. Perhaps after speaking with her mother, she could find someplace quiet in the woods to sketch and get away, lose herself in paper and black markings. It was the hobby she enjoyed most, also taking a liking to dance, having taken lessons in ballet since she was small, however, performing was never something she did. She couldn’t quite muster up the courage to do anything in front of anyone, despite liking it very much. She was alone now… Biting her lip, brown eyes looked around a moment before she quickened her steps some, arms out in an elegant manner before quickly jumping into a Grand Jete, giggling some as she landed and continued on her walk home.

“You took your sweet time.” Her mother sighed, string her tea, and looking up in an expecting manner. Magma apologized gently, explaining the bus was a little late. Her mother stopped stirring, setting the spoon down and taking a sip thoughtfully before looking at her daughter with a face of seriousness. “I’ve been in touch with my sister, the Queen.” She started, an odd look on Magma’s face now. There was something different now, something building, something Magma knew wasn’t news she wanted to hear. “We do think it’s best to keep our promises, Terra isn’t able but that doesn’t mean you are not able.” She said in a sure yet stern tone. The older woman watched as Magma’s face paled some, brown eyes looking away as the information digested itself. Magda had taken the silence to continue, “You will not marry their eldest, I am not that heartless. But they do have another son, one just a year older than you. We’ve agreed once the two of you are of legal age, you may wed. Their son, Derick, has agreed and I have agreed on your behalf. Connections to this family will fix everything, our debt paid, and we won’t have to suffer for much longer.” She finished off simply as if it were the most basic thing in the world.

“You’re marrying me off?” Magma had been in disbelief, though it was natural. She was only fourteen, she had yet to have her first kiss, a crush even! All her life was spent in that large house with her mother carefully watching her daughters, making sure they were kept away and groomed to her idea of perfection.

The question had caused Magda to look at her daughter as if she was in shock she would even talk back. She watched as the same anxiety that filled Terra began to make its way into Magma. It wasn't something Magda wished to gamble and slammed her hand on the table, anger taking over her now. Magma had jumped at the sound, fidgeting nervously as she felt the need to leave the home as if the walls were closing in on her. “I am doing everything for this family, why can’t you do the same!?” She demanded, leaning over the small table as she stared down at her child. “If Terra would have just taken responsibility then none of this would have happened! Do you think I want us to go through this?! I didn’t ask for any of this!” Her tone had been growing and all Magma could do was stare at the wooden table in front of her, her mouth opening.

“You could have cared about what dad was doing instead of living so frivolously. You could have tried to work out another solution instead of picking one that doesn’t affect you. You can be grateful for what we do have and get a job to support your children or-” Magma couldn’t finish, her mother reaching across and slapping her face. The girl winced, holding her reddening cheek as the stinging sensation took hold of her. Tears welled up, a combination of things causing them… What her mother was trying to force on her, her mother’s lack of responsibility, missing her father and Terra…

“Both you and Terra are so selfish.” She spat, Magma shooting a glare at what was mentioned. Magda leaned in again, nostrils flaring with wrath. “Don’t you dare leave just as your sister did. I promise you that your lack of responsibility WILL affect your sisters. Just as Terra’s actions affected you!” She started fiercely, Magma’s brows furrowing in concentration at what she was hearing. Hestia and Ember… Would her mother really do that? Would she force marriage on her children until it got her out of debt? Dark brown eyes darted to the window, staring at what was outside. If she ran, her sisters would suffer for it… She could try taking them with her but that would be far too difficult. Otherwise… Terra would have done that. Her eyes lowered, thinking over everything. She couldn’t do that, she wouldn’t leave them. They were young, deserved better, and none of it had been their fault. Granted, it wasn’t Magma’s either but she couldn’t bring herself to betray them in any way. All she could do was sit there, defeated and nod. Her mother made a noise of sorts, one of content she figured and Magma was sure her aunt would hear the news soon enough. Though something told her they kept to the same plan knowing that Magma was not a wild card, she had always been agreeable in nature and quite passive, a perfect candidate for such a thing.

Magma stood, no longer in the mood to speak, fight back, nothing. She made her way outside, closing the front door behind her, and walked a few feet away from the house. She clenched her sweater, eyes closing tight as she thought about the exchange she had with her mother and how easily she had rolled over. Why couldn’t she be more like Terra? Why couldn’t she just bring herself to not care and leave?! She let out a choked sob, eyes finally opening and froze as she stared at the mountains far ahead of her, black smoke billowing upwards. She breathed in deep, fingers flexing as she did what she could to calm herself, not wanting to cause any harm to anyone due to lack of control. As the dark smoke began to vanish, she felt herself finally falling, landing on the crash, hands covering her face as she wept.

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Chapter 3 - Gone

Magma groaned as she felt the sun hit her face. A small sigh escaped her lips, wondering why she had to turn her body. She fell for it every morning… It almost made her want to laugh but the overwhelming feelings from the day prior had hit her. Still, she figured, there was a few seconds where her heart wasn’t heavy and the want to laugh was there. She turned once more, not wanting to look out at the bright sky just yet, her eyes not ready to burn just yet. Slowly she opened them, expecting to see Terra still sleeping but found no one. She didn’t think much of it but she did find it odd that her hair clip was there and reached out to look at it. She remembered the many times she had bugged Terra to let her use it and every time was told no, a small smile appearing on her lips at the memories. Her fingers traced over the red that was melted and glazed over, looking much like the element she was blessed to control… well, once she had a better grasp on her magic.

She had figured her sister had gotten up to start her day and had left it behind on accident, figuring it was removed when Terra had finally fallen asleep. She kept it with her, just in case the men helping with pawning and packing came, not wanting them to mistake it for something to sell. She gathered a few things, wanting to shower and freshen up before making the attempt to eat. She hadn’t been hungry as of late but then again, none of them were. She hurried along, knowing very well that today was the day the last of their things would be moved into the small home that her grandparents had left them. She had only been at the home once before and found it charming enough. It was smaller compared to the mansion that they called home but it was cozy, or so Magma thought. It was an escape her grandparents had used, a simple one to get away from the life of diplomacy and politics. She couldn’t remember exact details, but she knew her mother hated it given the rustic state. She recalled a chicken coop and only two rooms which meant the girls would share the larger one while their mother stayed in the smaller one. It wasn’t meant to have a maid of any sort, there only being enough room for four people, if they were willing to share rooms.

“I’m sure it won’t be so bad.” Magma whispered to herself as she readied the hot water and stripped herself of the light fabrics that she normally wore. She would miss the tropical weather, that she knew for a fact, and had only kept a few of her light fabric dresses for the warmer months. Perhaps a change of scenery would be good… perhaps she could learn to ice skate on the pond that was next to the cottage… She breathed in, letting the steam consume her as she kept trying to think of a charming life surrounded by wood and flowers. She just had to keep telling herself that it wouldn’t be bad, just different… and only temporary. That fact made her frown. Their simple living wouldn’t last very long thanks to the plan their mother agreed to. She couldn’t hate the woman for it, but she wondered if her mother had even made the attempt to find another way. Was there another way? Could something else be done? She wondered and reminded herself to see Terra about it. Maybe there was something the adults missed. An unlikely fact that made her sigh and stare down at the water gathering around her feet. Doubt clouded her mind, after all, her older sister was freshly nineteen and Magma herself was still a child in many ways.

“There has to be something.” She told herself, wishing she had some sort of guidance at that moment. She remained under the hot water, trying to wash away her worry, doubt, and stress. She had lost track of time while there and didn’t realize it until her mother rushed in, asking her to hurry so they could eat. Apologies followed and Magma hurried her routine, using scrubs, soaps, oils, shampoos, everything that was laid out before her. She dried off quickly, her hair in a towel as she dressed in a simple white cotton dress and sandals before toweling her hair and brushing through it. She finished the rest of her routine and grabbed her sister’s hairpin, slipping it into the pocket of the dress before walking a little too quickly to the table outside where her mother had set down a bowl of fruit and some bread with a few different jams to choose from. Magma sat down, looking over the rather quiet table in confusion. “Where’s Terra?” She asked, her mother shooting her a look. “You mean, good morning.” She said rather sternly and went about spreading jam on her slice of bread. Magma looked away a moment, breathing in before saying a small good morning. She waited, wondering if she would get her answer but her mother said nothing. The dark-haired girl could only look away again, staring at the house in front of them before shaking whatever thoughts swirled in her head and reached for two pears and a knife, then a slice of bread as she chose to eat in silence like the rest of them. Still, she wondered as she ate slowly… Where was Terra? In her room perhaps? The news she shared last night was big, the sort you don’t just digest overnight. Magma figured her older sister must have gone to her room and locked herself in for the time being. The fact that their mother was refusing to talk must have meant that was true, whenever Terra was on a “rampage” as their mother would put it, she would ignore her. Magma was sure their mother’s attitude is what caused Terra to go looking for Magma once she was old enough to understand what was going on, that had been their routine since.

From the outside, Magma was aware that a person would easily say that their family, the routine, the anger, wasn’t healthy. She was very well aware of that but she was also aware that her older sister needed an outlet, something or someone that could ground her. She recalled how her father once used their abilities to express what their tempers were like. Such a conversation sprouted when he noticed Magma seemed to have the inability to have anger, or more so that she bottled it. Was that true? She wondered, figuring she just let things go…not bottle them. It was easier for everyone that way but that didn’t stop her from thinking if her father had been more right than she realized. He explained Terra’s anger to be sudden, violent, loud, much like the earthquakes she could control. Whereas Magma, was dormant like a volcano and it would only be a matter of time before that volcano would erupt, surprising everyone. There was doubt in her mind in regards to her father's words, not wanting to accept that one day she wouldn’t be able to control herself. Perhaps she was a little too nonchalant with boundaries but she was also aware that some people needed a little more and if she had the energy for it, what harm was there?

Breakfast had finished up rather quickly, the girls helping their mother clean up before going back to their respective rooms to finish packing the last of their things. They were being moved to the cottage within a few hours and had to make sure everything was good to go. Magma hurried along, feeling that might be the theme for today, rushing into her room and gathering the last of her things. She had a chest that was filled with just clothes or so it seemed, making sure everything for each season was there and laid a blanket on top before laying her shoes flat. She had mostly sandals but had only grabbed a handful of them, knowing there was no point considering seasons changed where she was going. Winter boots, snow boots, casual ones, sneakers… She made sure to check everything that was on the list next to her luggage. She reminded herself to pack for Alfea as well, keeping clothes that would make sense to wear at her new homes and at school though, she couldn’t help herself and had packed a few nicer dresses and shoes to match. She was sure that there wouldn’t come a moment to use them for now but they had been beautiful.. she was sure if her mother found out, she would hear no end of it, knowing very well they could sell for a decent price. She closed the chest, before packing one that was smaller, made for toiletries, and collected her things from the bathroom to put them all away. A carry on was all that was left, meant for personal things and the like. She had been able to use the chest with clothes to keep papers, sketchbooks, and her charcoal there, making sure to pack extra blank books just in case. The carry on was used for her favorite books, trinkets, things from her father she wanted to keep, gifts that meant something to her… It had been hard at first, watching her room become more empty. Her mother had threatened to pick things herself if the girls couldn’t and despite the sadness that seeped from them, they moved. Magma and Terra had helped their younger siblings, trying to coax them into giving up so many of their toys.

It had been the afternoon once Magma had found herself done of her work, grabbing her pillow for good measure. She looked at the corner where she had moved her things, staring at the single trunk, the smaller one that matched, a carry-on, and a large tote that she fashioned like a Russian doll to hold purses of various sizes along with her electronics. She breathed in deeply, looking over her now empty room, once filled with grand furniture and expensive items. Her normal was changing, adaptation was needed, something she was trying to do as quickly as possible for her own sake and that of her family. Still, that didn’t stop the overwhelming feeling that was starting to wash over her, a feeling she wanted to shift towards something else and with that in mind, she left her room and took the familiar path to Terra’s hoping to finally see her older sister.

She reached the large oak door, placing her hand on it and listening close, wondering if she could hear her sister up and about. Her brows furrowed in worry when she heard nothing, a sound suddenly blaring just as she did so. She jumped back a bit, realizing it was Terra’s alarm, the one she had set for the afternoon in case she lost track of time and needed a reminder. The sound however never seemed to fade, a curious thing since Terra was never one to stay too far from her phone. It went on for a few minutes before Magma decided to enter, seeing the room in the exact state as yesterday. Her eyes landed on the phone that was still making loud sounds and she walked over to it, eyes staring at the screen. The battery was about ready to die as well… She reached for it, sliding a finger across to turn off the alarm before picking up the device, confused by it all. Eyes then landed on the luggage across the room, it was once packed but now it was open and everything inside had been thrown about as if someone had been searching for something. Magma walked over, inspecting the mess, realizing the carry on was gone.

“TERRA!?” Magma could hear her mother’s calls and running through the halls, seeing her soon after in a frightful state. She stood at the door, staring at Magma in disbelief. “You asked about your sister this morning, what do you know?!” She demanded hotly, a wild look to her as she reached for Magma, grabbing her shoulders roughly and shaking her. “WHERE IS SHE?!” Magma could feel the tears returning at her mother’s sudden actions and shook her head, unsure of how to answer. She found herself released but with force, faltering back and falling onto the bed, scurrying backward unsure of what to expect. Tears were falling down her face as she watched her mother placed her hands over her own temple, the older woman letting out a scream of frustration.

“I had to deal with your selfish father and now THIS?!” Her anger had been visible, more so when she turned to look at her frightened daughter. Magma’s eyes had downcasted, but not before she saw the look her mother gave her, the sort that silently told her not to try anything. She flinched upon hearing the door slam at her mother’s departure, her rage being heard until she was deep in the house. The girl stayed on the bed, paralyzed a moment before reaching into her pocket and pulling out Terra’s hairpin, staring down before letting out a cry… she had left. Terra had left…

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Chapter 2 - Misery

The sun had been setting and not a word had been exchanged between the two sisters. The pair sat by the window, watching the rays reflect and shimmer off the water. Magma had decided to remain silent, after her small display of power she knew it had been best to let her emotions settle down before saying much else. Her sister is what surprised her, the taller girl usually had something to say when there was something floating about her mind, but it seems that wasn’t the case this time around. The fact had Magma a bit worried, her gaze leaving the ocean so she could look at her sister. Once more, her legs were hugged close to her chest, chin propped up and tilting some as she tried to read her sister.

Terra had still been staring out towards the horizon, a flower from her hair rested between her fingers and twirled back and forth. She hadn’t moved in a while, her eyes lost in deep thought… It was a sight that many saw of the girl. Terra had been known for her beauty and poise, the way she walked with elegance, and was able to have a man by her side and seeking her companionship with just a flutter of her eyes. The girl that always seemed so confident, spoke in such sureness, looked defeated at that moment, struggling. Brown eyes continued to watch her, waiting and growing more curious. The two of them were able to come down from their emotional moments yet the silence started becoming more noticeable, loud. Magma always enjoyed a quiet moment but something about this was not sitting right with her, something had been wrong and she wondered if her sister would say anything at all. She had known her sister well enough to know that she was passionate about the things that were disagreeable to her, it was routine that the girl would seek out Magma to rant and find her bearings again. Terra had wit and tongue about her, one that drove their mother crazy at times, and arguments between the two were well known in the large home they all shared.

Dark brows furrowed at the realization, feeling a bit foolish for not realizing sooner that something had transpired between Terra and their mother. Though this disagreement was different, it was enough to drive the proud girl quiet, and that worried Magma a bit. She began to scoot closer, moving her dress around to do so easily. Her position changed, leaning in a bit and reach out to grab her older sister’s hands. The flower fell and the two looked at the delicate petals, silence finally breaking when Terra breathed in deeply, readying herself to speak.

“Mama has, strongly suggested-” There was a tone to infer that it was more so a forced idea placed on Terra by their mother. “That I marry to get us out of debt.” Terra’s jaw locked as she finished the sentence, clearly annoyed by the fact. There was more to it, Magma knew that much but wasn’t sure what the exact details of it were, yet. Her hands squeezed her sisters, not quite knowing what to say to the information being given to her. The look she had on however must have said enough, Terra stared at her before looking away again and pulling away. She stood and all Magma could do was watch her as a pattern formed and pacing took place. Terra moved slowly, still thinking over the events in her own head.

“I thought mama was going to her sister for help.” Magma said softly, confused as to why the royal family wouldn’t help their direct bloodline. Terra scoffed at the sentence, stopping to look at her younger sister, and pursed her lips a moment. “They won’t help us because we owe them as well.” The answer was simple but it said enough. The two of them were aware of the situation having spied on their mother and some others that had the intel. Naturally, now, given the circumstances, Terra knew a lot more and had passed that information down the line. It worried the younger girl some, wondering just how many people knew and how many were involved.

The new information had both their heads buzzing. They were well aware that their father had gambled away their fortune, properties, many other prospects… They, at the least, had their educations paid for in advance and a home that had been left to their mother by her parents before their passing. The money they had now was from selling what they could of their home but it wasn’t enough to keep them settled for the rest of their lives as previously thought. Magma still was at a loss for everything, confused on top of that, and looked up, mouth open some in wanting to ask a question.

“Don’t-” Terra sighed, moving to sit beside her sister once more. She breathed in once more, head falling up as green eyes stared at the ceiling a moment, already knowing what her sister was going to inquire. It was clear a headache was coming on, eyes shut tight before she straightened herself out and looked at Magma once more, knowing what would come out of her mouth was going to sound insane as it did to her.

“Our dear uncle and auntie, the King and Queen,” She paused to scoff at the titles and glared out the window. “Has decided that in order for us to repay the debt given to us by our father in using the Kingdom’s money, is for me to marry someone of use to them. They only have one child and have a few offers in mind for our lovely cousin… Now, there is a family of prospects that owns almost all of the mines in our realm. They have three children, their eldest a good seven years my senior…” She stopped, watching as her sister made a bit of a face, it reminded her a lot of when they would accidentally taste sand while playing on the beaches of their home. However, it wasn’t enough to make her laugh, or crack a smirk at that since she had the same feeling over it all. Again things fell silent and Terra took on the pose that Magma had earlier, hugging her knees to her chest.

“They find us to be in a disgraceful situation and are doing everything to keep things quiet, for the sake of keeping up appearances we are not to say a thing. I can’t be sure what this other family will get out of it, perhaps that allowance to mine where they couldn’t before; as if being a monopoly wasn’t enough but they are agreeing to it. I have already been promised as our mother explained and expected to marry next month. Our aunt and uncle want this taken care of as fast as possible and with little trouble… I have half a mind to tell everyone or put a canyon deep into the ground, put a hiccup in their little plans but…” She stopped, as if not wanting to say any more than she had to. Magma could only stare, her gaze rather intent as she tried to read between the lines. Her sister was desperate, yes, that much she could tell. There was more there but Magma couldn’t figure out what exactly… Whatever it was, perhaps it was not for a fourteen year old to hear. There was something over Terra’s head, blackmail? Magma wondered given the fact that her sister was not one to bow so easily yet here she was unleashing her woes on her younger sister.

“I can’t even imagine what it must feel like, Terra…” Magma had been sad over the news and her tone showed it, honest and true. The two of them might not have been as close as Magma and the younger girls but she and Terra always did click well. Magma was mature enough where Terra could hold a conversation with the girl though their five-year gap in age wasn’t as large a number as some thought. Perhaps being around Terra is what helped Magma become so mature, either way… She was out of her league in helping her saddened older sister. “It’s going to be okay. It is.” It’s all Magma could say and perhaps it was a lie but what else could she do? She herself was powerless with something like this and if the royal family had arranged, what more could they do? They might not have been children of the king queen exactly but being their nieces meant that they could still be used as pawns and the way their mother was adamant about trying to keep their lifestyle… it seemed fortune did not favor them all too well.

Terra had let out a dry chuckle, nodding some at the words of her younger sister. “It is.” She said in a whisper, sarcasm dripping from behind her words which caused Magma to frown some. No words would bring peace, at least not now. Arranged marriages were far and in-between these days but not unknown. Never did the two think they would have to partake in such a thing, it wasn’t a worry that crossed their mind but then again the life of luxury didn’t allow for such worries. They knew for a fact that to a lot of people they were ignorant spoiled girls but they knew no other life, it didn’t make such things hurt less.

“You’re tired. You’ve been crying all day again.” Terra noticed, looking at her sister now and taking in the features of the young girl. Her tanned skin looked dull and tired, as did the look in her eyes. There was a puffiness below them and she could see small redden freckled along, the stress of crying showing. She frowned upon seeing her younger sister in such a state and it was something that made her look away, almost uncomfortable. Thoughts swirled in her own head but Magma was honestly too tired to try and evaluate anymore. Terra was right, she had been tired and the setting sun was a sign that perhaps a night’s sleep would help.

“Come on…” Terra reached out, grabbing her sister’s hands, and lead her to the mattress that was on the floor. She guided the younger girl to get in below the colored cotton of her sheets, pushing them up so that the night chill wouldn’t bother her too much. She then moved, getting in from the other side, the two lying on their sides so they can face each other. Terra reached out, gently skimming her fingers through Magma’s hair in a soothing motion, humming a small tune to help coax the girl to sleep. She watched as brown eyes hazed over, lids closing slowly as sleep took her. Terra remained that way, watching her younger sister sleep peacefully, perhaps more so than any other night since their father passed.

A couple of hours passed by and Terra found herself staring up at the painted ceiling, looking at all the constellations that were carefully placed and thought of. Her breath was shaky and she fought to keep quiet, tears streaming down her face. She could feel the knot in her throat growing heavier and her hands covered her face as she found herself silently sobbing. Thoughts rushed through her head, an idea that had formed towards the end of her conversation with Magma, and now with a few hours to let it simmer, she had decided to go along with it. Her hands removed themselves, shaking as she pushed herself to sit up. Terra looked over her slumbering sisters, tears still falling, and reached out to gently brush dark hair away from her face. It was now or never…

She had made a move to leave but stopped, staring at her sister once more and stopping herself. She then reached up to where her braid started and removed the golden pin with an ornate design at the end of it. Her other hand held the second piece, equally as ornate with red accents. She looked at it, the hairpiece that she had worn every day since it was given to her as a gift from their father before sliding the pin in and setting it down on the pillow she had just been using. She breathed in, looking at it before reaching for her sister again, leaning in a bit to kiss her forehead.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispered, feeling the tears well up, and gently got up to leave before anyone could notice. There was no one in the home except them, the help having all left with no money left to give them. She was sure her younger sisters were asleep and their mother probably spent the last few hours drinking to get away from the stress of things. She paused at the door as she opened it, looking back at Magma before gently closing the door behind her, hoping that maybe one day her younger sister could forgive for what she was about to do and for forcing responsibility on her.

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Chapter 1 - Death

The day had started like any other, Magma and her sisters had been spending their morning outside on the terrace. A wide array of breakfast was spread out for them to choose from, fresh fruit, biscuits of all sorts, fresh bread, eggs, several types of meat, and so forth. Breakfast in their home has always been a rather grand event but then again their family had been well off in comparison to some. The mother of the house and her four daughters all lived quite the luxury, their grand open home displaying just what sort of wealth the family had. It had come as no surprise, after all, they were related to the King and Queen of that realm.  

The smell from the table was heavenly, the abundance of fruit had overpowered everything else, and the sweet scent carried into the breeze. Palm leaves shifted, keeping the grass below it cool and four girls laid there, giggling to themselves as they spoke amongst themselves. The oldest, Terra had just graduated from a well-known school, Alfea; a place where young adults go to study and learn to harness their gifts in either Fairy magic or the art of combat. She was a beautiful young lady, poise, respectful, but only if her temper wasn’t flared by something she disagreed with. Her long black hair was braided and adorned with fresh white dahlias, light make-up dusted her dark skin… Her eyes, however, were the feature of envy as they were the lightest green color and contrasted beautifully with her complexion. She had all the elegance that was expected in a first-born for a family in their position but her downfall was something the mother, Magda, had wished to thwart. Terra had quite an open mind, and a mouth to match. While she was had looked the part, she could only play it until her ears caught wind of something she did not agree with. While her sisters may have found this amusing on some level, their mother did not and had done everything in her power to control her eldest daughter.

Magma, however, wasn’t quite a carbon copy of her sister, though the two did look a bit similar. Magma’s eyes however were dark and brown in color, much like her younger sisters. There had been something softer about her, quieter, waiting… She demonstrated more patience and tended to her younger sisters more than their mother at times and it showed by the way the two always seemed to search for her. She laid there in the grass, looking up at the leaves that shielded them, watching them move the slightest bit with the breeze that kept all of them cool. She could hear giggling above her, head tilting some to see her two younger sisters weaving whatever flowers they could find into her long black waves. She reached for one, small and red, before bringing it back to her face so she could take in the floral scent, eyes closing as she gave herself to the peaceful moment.

The two youngest, Hestia then Ember, were still young girls. The two had black hair and eyes similar to Magma and a mischievous streak their mother prayed would not follow Terra’s current path. The two spent much of their time together, giggling, studying, sneaking treats, and keeping themselves busy in Magma’s bedroom where they would strut in her clothes and paint their faces with rouge. Not once had they been in trouble for it but then again, it seemed Magma did not have the heart to shoo them as their mother and Terra did. They were young and ignorant of the world, though it seemed they all were. Their mother had been careful to keep them close to home, reminding them that family should be above all else. How little they knew what that would turn out to mean…

Their mother, Magda, was a woman of grace. Dark hair, not a strand out of place, a clear complexation with full lips covered in a hint of color. Terra had gotten her eyes from their mother, but the warmth found in them certainly had come elsewhere. Magda was by no means cold, she loved her children very much and had wanted what was best for them, but she had been known to be the sort that could cast feelings aside and expected the same from her children. If something was for the greater good of the family, they would need to swallow pride and do what was expected. Little did everyone know, what that meant… Their lives in the sun with no worry or care would soon come to an end and that very morning.

A man dressed in simple white cotton pants and a long shirt hurried down the many steps that lead to the breakfast spread. There, Magda sat quietly, watching her children with a face of seriousness, an empty plate with crumbs and orange peels in front of her. She could hear the huffing and hurried footsteps of an employee of their home, rushing to get to her. She remained in place however, a delicate brow had risen, more so in annoyance and it showed in her expression as she turned her head to look up at who couldn’t wait to share whatever news was to be told. The man in front of her was flushed, desperate looking, and perhaps even a bit fearful. The way he had presented himself was a puzzle, a first, it was something that had caused Magda to sit up in question before demanding he spit it out.

There was a silence, a feeling of dread looming as the two stared at each other. Terra had taken note of the strange interaction, tapping Magma’s shoulder and advising her to look over. The four sisters stilled a moment and watched as the man lowered himself some to whisper in her ear, before moving away with a bow and hurrying the way he came. They watched as their mother covered her mouth with a shaking hand, a loud sob following soon after. The four girls hurried to their feet, breaking out into a run towards their mother. The woman fell to the ground, arms not being able to hold herself up. Terra and Magma had offered their hands, helping their mother up and took her into their arms as the older two looked at each other in question. They had realized what had happened when she started sobbing out a name repeatedly, Gaius… Their father had passed.

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Time was a strange concept at the passing of her father. Some days the sun seemed to rise and fall swiftly, other days it remained on her skin. She sat by her window, looking out at the sea in front of her, hugging her legs close to her chest. The days were quieter, the visits from her younger sisters had come to an end. It seemed these days everyone wanted time to themselves and she couldn’t blame them, everything had shifted in more ways than one. Things had grown more complicated, it caused worry as well as desperation. The air was heavy with it, the rooms had grown bare because of it. Dark eyes looked over her own room, large pieces of furniture had been removed, boxes in its place, her mattress on the floor with a list of necessities to take with her. Her legs moved slowly, reaching down to touch the intricate tiles of the ground as she stood up to make her way to the wall across from her. A hand raised to touch the wallpaper in front of her, fingertips gently gliding across the stems and vines that decorated her wall. Dark eyes looked up in a doe-like fashion, realizing she would miss the picture she used to paint in her head by staring at the very wall she was touching. Tears welled up as she thought about her father, the way he used to come in at night with some hot tea and tell her a story to help her sleep. The way he used to ask her to read to him when he had a long day, insisting the sound of her voice was a cure to headaches.

“Oh Papa, I miss you…” She breathed in heavily, trying to stop the tears. She had been distressed than anything else over it, for some… there was anger or a lack of understanding. Her forehead touched the wall, eyes downcasting as she took to staring at her own feet. Her mind swirled over so many things, things that still needed digesting. The death of her beloved father was no accident… It had been looked into and now it was something everyone had been trying to keep under wraps. It was a fact she wasn’t supposed to know yet her and Terra’s curiosities got the better of them which ended in the two hearing a conversation they were not supposed to be there for. Dark brows furrowed over the memories as she tried to put the pieces together, what it meant, what it would lead to. Was it even true? It couldn’t be, could it? She knew that the denial would stay with her, she was after all, biased. Her father… Gaius was her father and he loved her and he wouldn’t hurt his family…

“Can you BELIEVE her?!” The silence had been disrupted by her older sister Terra, fuming and angry. The taller girl had stormed in, pastel green fabrics flowing behind her as if there was a storm threatening to start. Terra had barged in without knocking and slammed the door shut, causing Magma to jump at the sudden sound before the lock was heard. She turned some, her arm resting on the wall and keeping her anchored while her hands rubbed together, fingers interlocking whenever they passed each other. It was a nervous habit she had, one she used when unsure or in an awkward situation. “Terra, with everything going on, maybe now isn't the time to-” She couldn’t finish her sentence as her older sister whipped around to stare at her. The long braid behind her swished and landed over her shoulder and Magma’s eyes settled on the braid that swayed back and forth until it stopped.

“Our father gambled everything we had and borrowed money from others to hide the fact-” Terra had begun to go on one of her rants but Magma had enough of hearing about it, thinking about it. Their father was not a bad man, just one with an addiction that couldn’t be helped… that didn’t make him bad. She already knew the story and didn’t want to hear it again. Her father gambled everything, borrowed money to hide his mistakes, and couldn’t pay someone which resulted in his death. Now, they were left with close to nothing and had been selling whatever they could to make things right for themselves.

It wasn’t an easy situation, all of them lived pampered lives, including their mother who would have trouble finding work to support her children. Even so, Magma could see the woman was determined to keep an ounce of their lifestyle and had gone to their cousins… the King and Queen for help. She had come back from that trip this morning and figured whatever Terra was going on about was in relation to that. Her hands squeezed together, jaw clenching. “ENOUGH.” She yelled, soon breaking into a sob and there had been a tremor. Terra froze, watching her sister as she slid down the wall to the ground, hugging her legs once more as if to shield herself. “I don’t want to hear about it again, I know. We heard, we already know…” She whispered, crying as she looked up at light green eyes who mirrored the sadness being displayed.

“Maggy…” The older girl reached out and took Magma into her arms, cradling her close and resting her chin on top of her head. Things fell silent again, still… A small apology was given and the two pulled away from each other, falling quiet once more. Magma had been the first to look up, watching her sister a moment, and could see something had not been sitting right with her. “Terra…” It was barely a whisper and Magma watched as the older girl slowly shook her head, a distant look in her green eyes. “Something else happened.” Magma realized, her posture changing some as she read her sister’s gestures. “Terra…” She tried again to get her attention and worry begin to settle in. “Terra, what’s going on?”