Chapter 1: Beginning.
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Reminder that this is my OC, I know it may be cringe but I really don’t give a shit.
Running. It’s used to that. I was in a constant state of paranoia. When would it come next? When would be the next time that my unhinged magic went off the rails? With magic like mine, one would always be in a constant state of fear. Who could blame me? No matter how I felt, it would always have a consequence.
I guess I should clarify, shouldn’t I?
My name is Bambi. Bambi Blair. Or, in other words, Bambi the Unhinged. I am a mage. More specifically, a Shekori. We were born like anyone else, except we had magic. Inherited from our parents. Most Shekori had normal magic. Pyrokenisis. Hydrokinesis. Telepathy. Stuff like that. Everyone had two powers; one from each parent. We would go to magic training to better manage our abilities. We were grouped together based by power. Elemental control was a espérate class. Any powers having to do with animals were grouped together. Illusionists and other mind altering powers were grouped together. We could all turn into our “100% Shekori form”, which would come once the Trials of the Mage” took place at the age of sixteen, which was nearing for me in a few mere months.
With hat out of the way, that sounds great, right? Life in the forest, magic, training…but it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Especially not for me. So what were my powers exactly?
Weather control and size manipulation. That in itself doesn’t sound too bad, right?
Wrong. My mother had been cursed from the day she fell pregnant with me. She had disrespected her parents’ wishes and married my father. As a punishment, her parents had sworn that her first child would be a beast. A beast beyond her control. And she was right.
The moment I was born, I had caused nothing but rain for weeks. Our crops died. Our rivers overflowed. Our soil grew muddy and impossible to even walk in. It only grew worse from there. Whenever I was mad, I would storm and cause wildfires. When I was too happy, I caused droughts. When I was scared, I caused winds so strong it nearly pulled trees up from the roots. It wasn’t just outside either. I would rain and storm inside too. Similarly, I couldn’t always control the size of myself, nor others around me. When I was mad, I would grow. When I was sad or scared, I would shrink. Gods forbid I were to touch something or someone in such a state. It had happened before. It didn’t end well.
It didn’t help that there were enemy tribes that surrounded us on all sides. Most didn’t like us Shekori. We were seen as cunning and deceptive. Even if that wasn’t true for the most part, it held true in some regards. Many years ago, we weren’t like this. We had a very strong bond with many creatures, primarily the Drow Elves of Zaron. But our king had grown greedy, and had snuck into their kingdom and stolen the Stick of Truth for themselves from the Elven Queen at that time, Queen Cleo. Ever since, we had been sworn enemies with them.
My tale had been told across the lands. Word had spread that a Wicked Witch had been born, and had been the cause of all the misfortune and distraction across lands. I didn’t go to magic school like the other kids. My mother, the weather mage, had tried to teach me. My father tried to teach me to control my size manipulation. I wa better at the latter, but I still had slip ups.
I knew I was unhinged. I knew I wasn’t the most loved mage But nothing. Nothing could prepare me for what would happen next…
Note: I know this is shitty, I write it on the bus at 6:30-but I hope you enjoy? I’m gonna make a separate blog for this series/my other OC fics. LMK if you guys are interested or have any questions about Bambi ^^
Lux out!
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"Mr. Barnes? I was wondering if it'd be alright with you if I took your son out on a date?" Y/N tried not to squeak as he looked at the older man in front of him as he trained his icy blue eyes on him. It was no secret that James Buchanan Barnes was very protective of his son. Never putting him in harm's way or a harmful situation. You might think Javi was sheltered and introverted, but in truth, he was very outgoing.
"And why are you asking my permission? Most kids do whatever they want, right?" He raised his eyebrows.
Y/N nods. "That's correct, sir, but I wanted to check with you first. See how you feel about it."
"And if I say no?"
"Then I'll respect your decision. I'll be devastated, but I'll respect your rules. And maybe try and convince you I'm worthy of your son."
"Really? Well, what would you do to convince me?" Bucky asked.
"Whatever you asked. I'll do it."
Bucky smiled. "Is that right? Well, I have some ideas. Come with me." He walks towards the upstairs and Y/N followed him.
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