#YES this is the 'dramatic dark-haired human witches' world state what of it

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@dankou tagged me to make my da ocs and their love interests in this picrew ♥

top row: warden cordelia amell & alistair theirin

second row: leliana & riona cousland 

third row: blackwall & ophelia trevelyan

bottom row: oscar trevelyan & dorian pavus

(pls pretend blackwall & dorian have the proper facial hair orz)

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Burn The Witch 8 - Rookie Mistake [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Every agent makes mistakes.

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You had no idea what you’d done for karma to hunt you down like this, but it was very clear that at some part in your life, you had messed up.

Maybe it was because you never bought recyclable giftwraps for Christmas even if everyone told you to.

Maybe it was because you still used too much sugar in your coffee.

Maybe it was because of all the targets you had killed.

A mystery, that one.

You groaned, pressing your forehead on the window of the car as you massaged your temples.

“Do I have a tracker on me or something?” you whined, “Is that it? What are the chances I run into my fake boyfriend twice while on a mission? It’s a huge city, it’s not supposed to be possible!”

“I don’t know about you but I’m shaking,” Keith reached out to wave his hand in front of your eyes while Chloe checked you both in the rear mirror, “I’m— my hands are all sweaty look—“

“Don’t touch me with your sweaty hands!” you batted his hands away when he tried to touch your face, “How did this happen? How is this possible? Chloe? Chloe answer me, how is this fucking possible?”

“Okay, let’s all take a breath and focus on the bright side of the situation,” she managed to say, keeping her eyes on the road, “Your cover wasn’t blown, he still has no idea you’re…well, you. And everyone is alive, yay!”

“I was on the same rooftop as the world’s most dangerous assassin,” Keith let out a breath, “He was right there when I got there, he was just…. That guy could kill us all!”

“Shrike, just give the order and we will—“

“Everyone stay where you are,” you touched your earpiece, “It’s under control.”

“Let me guess,” Bucky said as he took a step towards you, “Another member of HYDRA and you got here before me.”

“Are you following me or something?” you asked and he scoffed.

“Maybe you’re not the only person going after HYDRA.”

“Maybe I should be,” you said, “Don’t get me wrong, I kind of dig the whole vigilante vibe but my superiors have more…planned strategies for things like these.”

“And who do you work for, exactly?”

You let out a small laugh, “Every girl has her secrets,” you stated, “Why are you here?”

“Why are you?”

“Because I’m getting paid for it,” you said, “You’re not. Surely a handsome guy like you could fill his nighttime with different activities rather than doing….this.”

Even in the dark, you could tell that he shifted his weight uncomfortably.

“Aw, not a huge fan of flirting?”

“Not with you.”

You couldn’t help but scoff a laugh at the irony, “Why, you got a girl at home?”

The door slammed open and one of the agents –Keith, you assumed— stepped out, his rifle pointed at Bucky while he heaved a sigh, shaking his head slightly.

“Your friend has a scarf wrapped over his face to keep his identity hidden and you call me a vigilante?”

Keith almost looked like Daredevil with Chloe’s red scarf covering half of his face.

“Mystery is kind of our deal.” you said and motioned at Keith, “Put the gun down, he’s not going to hurt me. In fact, he’s going to let me walk away.”

Bucky tilted his head, “You think so?”

“I know so. I’d hate to mess up that beautiful face during combat.”

“You sound very sure of yourself.”

“I am.” you shrugged your shoulders and walked past him.

“Who are you?” he asked and you turned around to look at him.

“Come on, you know better than that.” You said and saluted him in a mocking manner before walking to the door, “Until next time, soldier.”

“I’m serious, feel my hands—“ you were pulled out of your thoughts when Keith reached out for you and you made a face, slapping his hand away once again.

“He told me he would stay at home tonight!” you exclaimed. “I can’t believe this, how dare—“

“It’s not like he said he was going to bed and ended up going to a club behind your back,” Chloe said, “Just saying, that happens a lot in some relationships.”

“Chloe, it’s not a real relationship!” you reminded her “What, my options were him having a one night stand and him going after the same target I was going to kill? By all means, he can go and get laid then!”

“But that would count as cheating!” Chloe said, “Besides, you know what they say. Targets over...ladies.”

“No one in the whole human history has ever said that honey.” Keith said helpfully and you looked out the window.

“Wait, where are we going?”

“The base.” Chloe said as if she was apologizing, “Dad wants to see you.”

You threw your head back and slipped a little on the leather seat.

“Great,” you muttered, “Tonight is getting better and better.”

                                    ***

Thankfully, General decided to let you go home after an hour of briefing. He had asked you whether you would like to be pulled out of other missions and instead just focus on Bucky but ignoring Keith’s glances, you had said no.

You had to prove yourself if you wanted to be a handler.

Thankfully it was Saturday so you could sleep until late and when you woke up, instead of going over the plans and rushing to the milkshake shop and coming up with strategy after strategy.

For some reason, you felt almost excited for your second date with Bucky. Maybe Chloe had a point, maybe you had to be extra careful not to lose yourself in your own cover. Just because you hadn’t had that problem before didn’t mean you could take it for granted.

You weren’t used to this kind of a mission. Not this long anyway, tricking a target was fine, it was expected but actually forming a relationship with them was much more complicated than a couple of lies here and there.

You clicked your tongue and tilted your head, looking in the mirror. You already knew Bucky would show up on his motorcycle, so you ditched the dresses and instead picked jeans and a nice blouse. When Chloe had first recreated your whole wardrobe for this mission, you whined for days but now you were slowly getting used to it.

Even though you were pretty sure you would never get used to the uniform.

Your phone started vibrating on the nightstand and you checked the caller I.D. before answering it.

“Hi!” you said, “Are you here?”

“Yes ma’am,” You could almost hear Bucky’s grin, “You ready?”

“Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right there,” you said and hung up, then took a last look at your gun and put it beneath your pillow. Pushing your hair behind your ear, you locked the door behind you and made your way downstairs.

“Oh my goodness you were serious!” you said when you saw him leaning against a motorcycle and he looked you up and down, his face lighting up with a smile.

“Hi beautiful.”  

Your stomach did a pleasant flip and you didn’t even have to fake mirroring his smile, “Hi,” you murmured and pointed at the motorcycle, “You were serious about that.”

“I was, but—“ he turned around to grab something from the top case on the motorcycle, then turned to you, holding a bouquet of flowers. You gasped and reached out to take them from him.

“As promised,” he joked as you buried your nose into the bouquet.

“Thank you,” you said, looking up at him before heaving a dramatic sigh. “Well, we had a deal. I’ll have to get on this deathtrap huh?”

“Oh if you’re the type to break deals, you don’t have to,” he taunted and you scrunched up your nose. “But where we’re going is a little away from here, just so you know.”

“Where are we going?”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to explore the city?”

You nodded and stole a look at the motorcycle standing behind him, making him chuckle.

“You laugh now but if you drop me on the way—“

“I’m not going to drop you on the way.”

“Or if I die, I’m haunting you.” You pointed at him, “For the rest of your life.”

He nodded in a very solemn manner, “Deal.”

You placed the bouquet into the top case carefully and turned to him so that he could put the helmet over your head. The fond light in his eyes was impossible to miss as he fixed it and lifted the shield.

“Comfortable?” he asked, his hands still cradling the helmet and you grinned.

“Mm hm.” You said and got on the motorcycle after him, then wrapped your arms around his torso. The scent of his cologne mixed with the faint aftershave filled your nostrils, making you inhale and you adjusted your grip.

“Ready to do this?”

“Nope,” you said, making him laugh, “Let’s do it anyways.”

                                        ***

You had never been so good at dates. You always thought it was awkward and to be frank most of the time you felt like it was an unnecessary step to getting to know this person when you could just look them up or ask Chloe to do it for you.

Besides, the last time you had gone on a date it had ended up in what spies could get as close to a relationship as possible.

But now, much to your surprise you were actually enjoying yourself.

“Brooklyn!” you said, looking around, “Oh my God, I’ve wanted to come here for a while!”

“Have you?”

“Yeah!” you said, “Since I moved to New York. I saw it on um— I saw it on Gossip Girl.”

“Is that a magazine?”

“TV show.”

“Ah.”

“You grew up here right?” you asked and he nodded.

“Yeah! Yeah I grew up very close to this neighborhood actually.”

“Do I get to see it?”

He tilted his head, “Do you want to?”

“Yes!” you said, “It’d be fun, don’t you think?”

He hesitated only for a moment, “Right this way then,” he said and held out his hand. You bit down and smile and took it, then started walking beside him.

“There used to be a movie theatre there,” he motioned at one of the shops, “I was actually— I came around here right before I was shipped off.”

“Really?”

“Mm hm. We went to this Stark Exhibition, me and—“ he stopped talking and you looked up at him before it dawned on you.

Steve Rogers.

Of course. Figures.

You cleared your throat, desperate to pull him out of his own mind.

“I can actually see you growing up here,” you said, “And for some reason you’re wearing short pants and you have a cap? And you’re like running around with a newspaper under your— am I describing a movie? I think I’m describing a movie.”

“Weirdly enough, you’re actually right.”

Your jaw dropped, “Wait, are you serious?”

“Yeah I had short pants and a couple of caps while I was growing up,” he said, making you gasp.

“Aww!”

“No, don’t.”

“That’s such a cute mental image!”

“Stop imagining it.”

“Tiny baby Bucky Barnes with his tiny little hat—“ you started but he pulled you closer to cover your mouth while still walking, making you let out a muffled laugh.

“Hey you should see my baby pictures, they’re a mess,” you said, “I have this picture with strawberry jam covering my face and my hair— oh, I’ve heard about this shop before! They make these famous bagels, do you want to take a look?”

“Sure, why not?” he said and followed you into the shop.

“Oh come on…” he muttered as he took a look at the menu board “Why does everyone put everything in food nowadays?”

You stifled a laugh and turned to the woman behind the counter, “I’ll get a cereal rainbow bagel and he will get something….classic.”

“We have plain bagel with cheese?”

“That sounds good. When exactly did people start eating lavender?” he asked you and you shrugged,

“Pretty recently I think,” you said and reached for your wallet but Bucky shot you a look.

“Don’t even think about it,” he quoted you and paid for the food, then you both grabbed the small paper plates and sat down on the small bar stools. You crossed your legs, turning to look at him better.

“I could let you try mine?” you taunted him and he chuckled.

“No thank you.” He eyed your bagel as if it was going to come alive any time. “I like the smell but…”

You tore a part of your bagel and put it on his plate. “Live a little Bucky Barnes.”

He held up the piece as if toasting you and you held up your bagel to touch his, giggling.

“So,” you said, “Could you rest last night? At least a little?”

His gaze lingered on you for a moment, as if trying to decide what to say.

“Yeah,” he said eventually, “I did.”

Right.

Of course he would lie, it wasn’t as if he could tell you—

“I just had to go outside for an hour but it was fine.”

Your eyes snapped up to his and you blinked a couple of times, taken by surprise at his honesty. It would’ve been so easy for him to flat out tell you a lie, but for some reason he chose against it. You knew he wouldn’t tell you the whole thing but the fact that he hadn’t brushed you off somehow made you feel all warm.

“Oh?” you asked, “Is—is everything okay? You were safe right?”

“Of course.”

You raised your brows, “Bucky.”

“There’s just this…crazy person I keep running into but it’s fine, no worries.”

Crazy person?!

You stared at him but you managed to pull yourself together and sat up straighter, picking at the cereal on top of the bagel.

“As long as you rested just a little, I still take that as a win,” you pointed out, making him smile.

“How about you?” he asked, “How was your night?”

I ran into you right after assassinating another member of HYDRA.

“It wasn’t as exciting as yours,” you took a bite of your bagel, “Surprising isn’t it? Here I thought I was the dangerously adventurous one.”

                                ***

You were one hundred percent sure you were somehow doing this whole mission wrong. In fact scratch the mission, you were doing this date thing wrong.

You weren’t supposed to like it this much.

You had never enjoyed any of your earlier dates with other people this much. By the time you decided to go back, it was the middle of the night and you had spent the whole day together without even realizing it. It didn’t feel like it was a mission you had been put on, it almost—

It almost felt real.

You frowned at yourself, reminding yourself to keep your head in the game and got off the motorcycle when it stopped in front of the building your apartment was in. As soon as you took off your helmet, you started fixing your hair while he watched you with a smile on his face.

“I have a confession to make,” you said as you handed him the helmet for him to put it on the motorcycle.

“What is it?”

“There’s a slight possibility,” you said, bringing your thumb and pointer together close, “Very slight possibility that you may have been right about the motorcycle.”

“Oh was I now?” he asked, feigning surprise and you let out a giggle.

“Maybe,” you said, “I mean I didn’t die, that’s something.”

“That was an expectation?”

“That was a possibility,” you corrected him, “But I got on a motorcycle and you tried a weird bagel. As far as putting ourselves in dangerous situations on a second date, I’d say we’re even.”

“You know, thank you for acknowledging it,” he played along, “It was really intimidating at first, but I’d like to believe I pulled through in the end.”

“You did,” you said, “So proud of you. Maybe the next time you visit me at the shop, you can finally try Unicorn Cotton Candy.”

“We’ll see about that,” he said and shifted your weight, taking a deep breath.

“Thank you for today. I don’t remember the last time I had this much fun.”

“I’m glad,” he said with a smile, “Same here, aside from your quite disgusting taste in bagels, it was—”

“You didn’t like it?” you exclaimed and waved your hands in the air, “You know what, it’s fine. I have this strategy and you’ll—you’ll get there. We’re going to find something that is both completely modern and you like very much.”

“I think we already have,” he stated, his gaze locked in yours and you couldn’t help but smile at that.

“I’d hope so,” you replied, “Really.”

A silence fell upon you and you pushed your hair behind your ear.

“I should probably get going,” you pointed at the building with your thumb, “I have this very curious elderly neighbor, and trust me, she wouldn’t even wait for the morning to ask me about you if she saw us.”

“Oh we can’t have that, can we?” he said and you nodded your head, then gasped.

“Wait—Bucky, my flowers!” you said, “Give me my flowers.”

“Right,” he snapped his fingers and turned around to grab the bouquet from the top case, then paused.

“What?” you asked and he looked at you over his shoulder.

“Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to keep them in a very hot box whole day?” he asked and pulled out the bouquet, making you let out a whine at the sight. The flowers looked nearly withered and you took them from him, pressing your lips together.

“Okay, it’s not so bad,” you said as if trying to convince yourself, “It’s alright, I can fix this.”

“Darling I don’t think—“

“I can!” you insisted, “I’m gonna put them in water tonight or—or find some solution. I’m gonna google something, I’m pretty sure there are ways to save them.”

“Or I can just get you new ones.”

“That’s not how it works,” you pointed out, still holding the bouquet carefully over your chest as you assessed the damage, then looked up to find his eyes fixed on you.

“I’m—I should go now.”

“Okay.”

Neither of you moved for a moment before you took a deep breath, your heart slamming against your chest. You knew what your cover would or wouldn’t do, but somehow you had this urge that told you the situation probably called for your decisions, not your cover’s.

“Oh screw this,” you muttered as you stepped closer to him to stand on your tiptoes and pull him into a kiss.

Well, for you or your cover that felt like the best decision you had ever made on this mission.

He pressed you closer to his body, his hand cradling the back of your head and as if on cue, your stomach did a pleasant flip, giddiness filling your whole system. You rested a hand over his chest, feeling his fast heartbeat under your palm and let yourself get lost in the kiss until he pulled back slowly. A small giggle escaped from you as his arm around you got tighter, a smile lighting up his face.

“Well, you weren’t going to do it,” you commented, making him chuckle.

“I was waiting for the third date actually.”

“Oh how I’m glad the times have changed,” you said and caught the sight of the bouquet currently crushed between you two. You took a step back, tilting your head.

“Gosh, I don’t think I can fix this.”

“Yeah I’m pretty sure we just murdered them,” Bucky stated and you heaved a dramatic sigh.

“Worth it,” you grinned, “You win some you lose some.”

“New flowers next date, got it.”

A look of mischief crossed your face, “Deal. Good night Bucky.”

“Good night darling.”

You bit down a smile and made your way to the building, then hopped on the steps to get to your floor, somehow way too excited to get in the elevator and wait. As soon as you got into your apartment you leaned back to the door, closing your eyes.

Just your cover. You knew you had to act like your cover and that was why your heart was beating this fast, no other reason.

You pushed yourself off the door and stepped into the living room, still holding the flowers tight in your arms. You knew what you were supposed to do, back at the academy when you were being educated on seduction of the enemy, they always told you to draw the line between yourself and your cover. One of the easiest ways to do it was getting rid of every single thing your target would give you as a gift, keeping these gifts posed the danger of making you hesitant when it was time to bring the target in.

You couldn’t keep anything. You knew that.

It would be a rookie mistake.

You lingered on your steps, then approached the dinner table to touch the vase Chloe had put fake flowers in. You grabbed the fake flowers and pulled them out of the vase to throw them into the trashcan, then filled the vase to the brim with water and carefully placed the bouquet into it before putting it on the table again.

You were a professional spy. Keeping something as simple as flowers only for this one instance wouldn’t hurt anyone after all.

You were sure it would be fine.

You stepped back to take a look at the vase and shrugged your shoulders.

“My cover likes flowers,” you muttered to yourself and made your way to your bedroom.

Chapter 9

[knamjooned]

Magicae Foresta (3)

pairing: (forest)dragon!namjoon x (unpracticed)witch!reader

genre: magic/supernatural au, shifter au, fluff, angst, smut, soulmate au

chapter words: 2,029

chapter warnings: indirect mention of death

chapter rating: G

STORY SUMMARY: The magical world your grandmother told you about had always been real to you. Once she passed away, you find yourself honoring her memory by searching for the one magical creature she could never find.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: The leaders of the seven Shifter clans have a meeting, you find the Moongrove wolfpack led by Seokjin and Tulok, and Namjoon experiences odd feelings.

THREE

Namjoon entered the clearing after traveling for over two hours in the air. He had offered Jimin a ride in his sack, but the shifter had quickly turned him down, opting to use the unicorn’s magical powers to get them to the meeting area. Along with Jimin, Jungkook and Seokjin were brought by Taehyung. Hoseok had flown here on his own. 

As soon as everyone had arrived, they shifted into human form, put on human clothes, and placed themselves around the small area. The seven leaders of the shifter clans looked at one another carefully. Yoongi sat on a tree branch, lounging lazily against the trunk, dark eyes watching as the others settled. Taehyung stood out among the trees with his blue hair and and a frilly blouse as he flicked his hands in the air and created a flower throne. Hoseok sat near him, and Taehyung happily made him another simple chair covered in flowers.

Jimin and Jungkook sat together surrounded colorful flora that didn’t grow in their woods, unused to be apart of the circle of leaders. Seokjin settled next to Namjoon, who had made simple chairs out of wood for them to sit on. When everyone was where they wanted to be in a circle, Yoongi gracefully made his way down the tree and completed the ring.

“It’s been a while,” Yoongi stated, sitting on the ground with crossed legs. “I heard the news of the Magic Mother’s journey to the Great One. Her guardianship of the woodlands has led all forest dwellers to thrive, to be happy.”

“I felt the magic threads dim for a long moment,” Taehyung murmured, unusually somber. He sighed and shook his head. “Miss Silvia was the purest of all.”

“Her successor has been found,” Seokjin stated.

“I’ve met her. Her name is ______, Miss Silvia’s granddaughter,” Hoseok interjected.

“A curious mind, a kind heart, and magical soul,” Jimin added.

“She has no experience with magic,” Jungkook recalled thoughtfully. He turned his gaze to Hoseok.

“No magic? How is she to be the guardian of the woodlands?” Yoongi asked, frowning. 

“Namjoon,” Hoseok answered. Every pair of eyes turned to the dragon, who had been sitting calmly until his name was mentioned. Namjoon sat up straight, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Me? What does the Magic Mother’s successor have to do with me?”

“Does she want to take his magic?” Jungkook asked worriedly. Taehyung snorted from his throne, causing all eyes to turn from Namjoon to him.

“Of course not. She wants him to teach her.”

“How do you know?”

“Namjoon, how do you think? I felt it,” Taehyung explained, shrugging. Everyone thought quietly over the information that had just been passed around for a long moment. 

“You were near her, what else did you feel?” Seokjin asked.

“Well, it was brief. She noticed me as soon as I stumbled upon her. I was in my natural form,” he added. “As soon as she realized there was a unicorn near, I left.”

“You’re avoiding the question, Tae,” Yoongi said in a low, almost threatening voice. As much as he considered these men to be his brothers, his mate was more important to him. If there was any darkness in this woman, then she could be dangerous to all.

“I can’t say much, because of the vision I had, along with the traits I gathered from her.” Taehyung gazed at each of the men as they stared at him, waiting. Hoseok began to tap his foot impatiently as Taehyung stretched the moment. Finally, Taehyung smirked. “Like I said, the Great One has decided I am not to share my visions. But, I will share the other information.”

Even the new members of this circle took Taehyung’s visions and commune with the Great one to heart. As a unicorn, most likely the last just like the forest dragon, he was to be respected. Unlike Namjoon, Taehyung enjoyed the attention it granted him much more than the dragon did.

“Tae, just tell us, don’t be over-dramatic,” Jimin murmured, a soft smile on his lips, holding back a laugh. Taehyung winked at him and grinned.

“Okay, okay. Appreciation, cleverness, duty, focus, honor, respect, trust… all good things. I did see a few things that could be considered negative.”

“That isn’t good,” Jungkook murmured to Jimin, who nodded and bit his lip.

“It could be worse,” Taehyung pointed out. “I saw regret, compulsion, pride….”

“What about magical abilities?” Namjoon interjected, which surprised the others. He wasn’t one to speak up unless it was important. Taehyung raised an eyebrow, a twinkle in his eyes. Namjoon narrowed his eyes at his friend, but didn’t ask anything more.

“Ah, what you think the granddaughter of the Magic Mother would have. Plant growth, water manipulation, animal communication, weather manipulation. Pretty much what Namjoon would know about.”

“And?” Namjoon asked softly.

“And there are things you will discover once you begin teaching her.” Taehyung turned his eyes from Namjoon, waving away the conversation. “Now, Yoongi, is there any news you and Sarah would like to share?”

“Sometimes I hate your abilities,” Yoongi mumbled, holding back a grin. “We are expecting. Our cubs should be arriving in a few days.”

Seokjin and Tulok are caring and intelligent alphas. Tulok is from another forest, and them finding each other was a miracle in itself. Maybe they will tell me the story of what brought them together, but it’s not my place to ask. I appreciate the Moongrove Pack allowing an old lady to attend the union celebration between two young members.

You saw the creatures slinking through the trees as you made your way over the worn path. Flashes of gray, black, and white appeared between the tree trunks. You stopped and stood still, listening to the sounds of the forest. The rustling of the leaves caught your ear, your eyes slowly moving toward the sound. A large gray wolf came confidently out of the shadows, head held high as they stared at you with a curious gaze. You turned slowly to fully face the wolf, wondering if this was part of the pack your grandmother had mentioned in her journal. 

“I’m _____. I am looking for the Moongrove Pack.”

The wolf stared for a moment longer, then nodded. It walked toward you, causing you to hold your breath, not sure what this meant. Walking past you, the wolf looked over their shoulder and gestured with their large head to follow them. They slid into the trees and you followed, breathing much easier knowing it seemed friendly enough.

The wolf moved slowly than they usually would, you assumed, because it kept looking over it’s shoulder and stopping for a moment for you to catch up. You wondered if it was bothered by stopping often, but nothing was hinted at as you continued to follow. You walked half an hour, climbing up and over fallen tree trunks and moss covered rocks. You noticed you were going uphill, the slope gradual. The wolf stopped for a moment as you jumped off a particularly large trunk that was lying on the barely there path, then stepped into a small clearing.

You followed and your mouth opened in awe. Unlike Hoseok’s clearing with just flowers and trees, this one contained a small group of tent-like structures surrounding a community fire. Ten adults milled about around the fire or moving around the area doing different things, along four wolves of varying sizes. Six children played in an open area behind the structures with four wolf cubs, kicking a soccer ball around.

While you were taking this all in, the wolf had disappeared. When you realized it, you suddenly felt out of place. This tiny community was going about your business, and you were just walking in here without anything to offer. You felt a strong presence coming near you, and you turned toward the nearest tent to see a tall, broad-shouldered man walking toward you. Another man was accompanying him, walking in step on his side.

“______. Welcome to the heart of the Moongrove Pack territory. I’m Seokjin.” He kept his eyes on your as he bowed his head politely. He gestured to the man at his side. “This is Tulok, my mate. He was the wolf who led you to us.”

“Ah,” you answered, bowing your own head toward them. Of course it was one of the alpha’s of the pack, no one else would lead you here so quickly. The wolves must trust you, which was an exciting thing, considering how long it took usually. “Thank you for allowing me to come. My grandmother wrote about you and your pack in her journals.”

“Miss Silvia was of pure heart, and I can feel her blood in you,” Tulok said quietly. Seokjin took his hand and nodded toward you. By that time, the members of the community had noticed and started to walk toward you, wolves and humans alike.

“Are all of you shifters?”

“Yes,” Seokjin answered with a smile. “Come, let us introduce you to our large family.”

As soon as he returned to his home, Namjoon knew someone had been investigating around his barrier. Frowning, he walked the perimeter, picking up on the scent of the intruder. He also felt the uncultivated power left in their wake. It took a moment to recognize it, as he hadn’t been in direct contact, but it was very similar to the Magic Mother. When the knowledge you had been here while he was gone hit him, Namjoon’s heart beat quickly. 

His mind filled with the need to find you, to talk to you, to just be near you. Overwhelmed, Namjoon gasped and stumbled to the porch, sitting on the step hard. He took deep breaths, confused by his reaction. He felt restless, the idea of bringing you here, keeping you here, overtaking any other thought.

“What’s happening?” he murmured to himself, closing his eyes as he focused his breathing. He purposefully cleared his mind, making himself concentrate on the sounds of the forest surrounding him. He heard the birds chirping, speaking to one another, and the leaves rustling as a deer wandered by unseen. After three full minutes of meditation, Namjoon seemed to get his emotions under control. “Taehyung would know,” he told himself. 

Immediately, he shed his clothes, put them in the ever present sack, and shifted into his huge dragon form. He lifted off and headed toward one of the densest areas, where creatures like Taehyung would likely be. When he arrived, Taehyung was in a small area in human form, sitting on a throne of flowers and sparkles at a table with a few fairies and a leprechaun, which Namjoon had only seen one other time. Taehyung and the other creatures didn’t flinch, sipping their tea casually as Namjoon appeared, shifted, and dressed quickly.

“I feel like I just saw you moments ago,” Taehyung teased, putting down the delicate teacup. He turned to his guests. “I enjoyed tea time with you, my friends, but it seems my magical abilities are needed. Another time?” The fairies and leprechaun agreed and disappeared quickly into the thick trees. Taehyung turned to Namjoon in his chair and crossed his legs at the knee, patiently waiting.

“Something happened to me, and I’m not sure what it is. I was hoping you’d have some kind of information.”

“Dizzy, overwhelmed, thoughts of _____?” Taehyung propped an elbow on the arm of the throne and placed his chin in his palm. He smirked. Namjoon frowned, then narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

“What do you know?” he asked slowly. He disliked not knowing what was happening to him. It had helped him survive this long without too much trouble, knowing what was happening and what could happen. Taehyung must have sensed the dragon’s patience quickly wearing thin, a rare but frightening thing, as he sat up and turned his smirk into seriousness.

“What you felt,” he stated slowly. He stopped and took a deep breath, looking away in hesitation for a moment. Taehyung turned his gaze back to Namjoon, who crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows. “What you felt was the link connecting to your mate.”

[vanillapie-80]

A Small Chat Between Faes

A short fic for my Dreamworks AU, sort of a slow burn redemption arc for Morgana.

Toothiana wasn't called The Tooth Fairy for nothing; granted she was one of the more tame faes being once human in her past life. It didn't mean that the guardian had never done anything wrong that was in her nature. Still, any trickery the fairy did was nothing compared to Morgan le Fay. Toothiana had heard all the trouble she had caused in the trollhunter's universe, definitely would've caught the guardians' attention if they originated there. But now the sorceress lives in the attic, refusing to go out and ignoring her own health that various people will take turns bringing food and water there. Today was Toothiana's turn, but she was also hoping to have a little chat with Morgana.

The guardian reached for the handle that was on the roof and flew down; pulling the stairs with her. Her fairies appeared and tried tugging their leader away, letting out worried squeaks. "Don't worry girls, I'll be fine." She reassured.

Toothiana grabbed the plate of food and zipped to the attic. It was dark and very cluttered, which is strange since no one has ever gone to their belongings here. The guardian search for a switch to turn the light but couldn't find it.  

"Don't bother, the light bulb is dead."  The fairy was startled by the sudden voice. From behind, a middle age woman with curly ginger hair walk past Toothiana with an annoyed glare. "How peculiar." Morgana muttered.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I should be the only fae left in the world, unless you're not from my universe." The sorceress stated, almost sounding disappointed.

Toothiana flew left and right from a short distance as Morgana tried to get a good look her appearance. "I'm not, but it doesn't matter." The guardian remarked.

Morgana let out a bitter chuckle. " It doesn't?"

The guardian's eyes narrowed and quickly gave Morgana the plate of food. "No, I just came here to give you this, but you already knew that."

The sorceress rolled her eyes with a groan. "Please, I do not need any of your pity." Her emerald eyes stared at Toothiana with such hate that seemed to come out of nowhere.

She answered. " You know you're the only one who's making this more difficult."

Morgana laid down on an old couch with a smug expression. "Heroes, they all have different skins but share the same snake." Toothiana was quite confused by that analogy, but assumed that it wasn't good. "How long have you existed?"

"Around five hundred to four hundred years." The guardian responded, her arms crossed.

"That's not long for a fae."

"Well I wasn't born one."

Morgana tapped her finger to her lips. "So were human?"

Toothiana questioned Morgana's motive here. "Yes, but it's no longer important to me now." She could barely remember the memories from her past life, since it was all just a blur. "Now, let me ask you a question. Why are even here?"

The sorceress stayed quite as her confident attitude disappeared. "Alright then, let me clarify. Why are you here in this attic? I mean we still have a spare bedroom." Nothing still. "Or is because of Merlin?"

Morgana shoulders tensed as she looked at the guardian, a sense of resentment can be felt in the room. "How dare you speak of his name in front of me."

"If it makes you feel better, we kicked him out." Toothiana stated as an attempt to calm her down.

The sorceress got up from the couch and flew to Toothiana, looming above the guardian. "Oh is that so, then what shall you do with me? Did his champion never spoke of me?"

Toothiana quickly reached to Morgana's eye level, having stern expression. "Actually he did; Jim also said he was willing forgive you if you just own up to your mistakes and apologized to the people that were hurt, especially to Claire."

Morgana grabbed Toothiana by the arm and pulled the guardian close to her with a firm grip. "I don't owe that little impure anything." She hissed but the guardian showed no fear.

"These children were apart of the war you caused, and what about all the babies that were stolen from their families, what did you even hope to gain?" Toothiana continued despite the sorceress' magic starting to slowly burn her arms.

"That old man made it his goal to make my life miserable. Those imps were on his side despite everything he did!"

Toothiana couldn't take the pain anymore and pushed Morgana away and flew back. Her little fairies appeared, letting out worried chirping for her. "Don't worry." She whispered, watching tiny bit of her feathers falling from the burns.

"Don't you dare ignore me!" It seemed like the sorceress' calm demeanor disappeared and was replaced with raw anger.

"Why should I?  After all you've done, because it's one thing to get revenge on someone, but it's another thing when that somehow leads you to ending the world." The guardian wanted to help her, but in order to do that, Morgana needed to learn the harsh truth.

The sorceress was shaking furiously; the flames that came out of her hands grew and she blasted at Toothiana's direction. "Get out!" She screamed.

The guardian didn't any time leaving the attic, it was obvious that she had overstayed her welcome. Toothiana slammed the door shut and heard a muffled BOOM, she sighed in frustration.

"Did she hurt you?" Claire asked, who standing behind Toothiana with an uneasy expression.

"I've dealt with worse." The guardian admitted with a tired smile. "Do you know where Dr. Lake might be?"

The teen nodded and the two silently walked in the hallways for a while.

"Why is Morgana still here?"

Toothiana looked at Claire. "Huh?"

"She's dangerous and horrible person, that witch wouldn't hesitate to hurt someone." Claire must have felt unsafe while Morgana was still here, maybe everyone else were on the same boat too.

"I know, but I'm trying to reason with her first. We did same with your Merlin." Toothiana remembered how stubborn the old wizard was, believing that he could do no wrong and belittling any person who would oppose him. "If Morgana fails to do that then she won't be here anymore."

To Claire, Toothiana was the opposite of Morgana. She acted sweet and gently, like a true mother. Her sole purpose is to protect children and help them remember the most important parts of their childhood. Sometimes Claire wished she was more open minded like Jim.  

"Now how about you help an old lady like me find a doctor." Toothiana joked as a way to ease the tension, leaning on Claire dramatically.

Claire laughed and gently pushed her back. "You don't look that old." The teen knew that she was changing the subject, but maybe it was for the best.

Meanwhile in attic, Morgana watch the remaining flames of her outburst fade. She was offended by what Toothiana said. She didn't understand, no one did. It was all Merlin's fault, he was the reason for all of this. How come no one could see that? Then Morgana remembered what the trollhunter told her during the Eternal Night.

"What did I ever do to you?"

No, she wouldn't allow those ignorant people get to her. But there was doubt, no matter how small it was.

[note-katha]

Evenfall Chapter One

Alright, according to my notes, it’s just about time for the story to begin. Now, before we get started, we should review some very important things.

What we discuss while this story unveils you might want to keep secret. You could tell people, but then I’d tell you to expect more than a few weird looks and questions about your mental stability. If that’s what you were aiming for, go ahead!

I personally find that keeping the ongoings of Everless a much more favorable (and easier!) solution.

Secondly, I hope you don’t find yourself at a loss with all the information the story requires, I understand that there’s quite a bit you don’t know, but that doesn’t mean you can’t learn! Learning is very important and you can count on me to be a wonderful teacher!

So, without further ado, let’s begin!

The Melpomene dorm was the school’s oldest dorm, the first one built and the smallest to boot. It wasn’t used as often as the other dorms, only really being used if there were too many students. Or given to a very particular type of students, which was quite rare but not unwelcome. Usually.

For one reason or the other, Kalavathi, Juli, and Ardis found themselves assigned to the dorm, taking residence alongside six others.

Taking the other suite on the single floor of the dorm was a quartet of second-year students who seemed very...odd.

While we know that there is much more to the world than humans, these people seemed to barely pass as such.

Oh yes, and filling out the fourth slot in their room was a girl named, hm, really? One moment, let me check this.

Right, yes, yes, that’s actually her name? Wow.

Filling out the fourth slot in their room was a girl named “Mary Sue”. Yes, really. I can’t believe it either.

The final person in the dorm was their “RA”, resident advisor. A relatively charming demon-type who rarely fit the assumed archetype for demons. Don’t let the horns fool you, they’re very nice. You see, however, the problem with demon names is that they’re written and pronounced in a script which is also used in magic, usually demonic specific magic. It’s not hard to say words in that script normally, but those not trained to know the difference usually face some problems.

Their name will damn any normal human that attempts to say it to another realm in which no one has ever been able to return to, so when I tell you, don’t say it out loud.

It’s Tattvagyega. They usually go by Tatti or Cels. They visit me frequently and we talk about the people trapped there. Cels visits them to apologize and bring snacks. They make a mean sugar cookie, you should try them one day.

Apologies, that was off-track, let’s focus on our main trio, yes?

Kalavathi was the first, as usual, to arrive. “So, this is my new home,” she thought aloud, as she was prone to do. “Could be worse,” she shrugged, pulling the school-provided luggage cart behind her as she walked up. Kal pulled the keys to the dorm out, this building is so old they have keys instead of cards, scary, I know. She unlocked the door, entering the quaint and warm building. She walked in backwards, in order to properly pull the cart in.

“Hello!” A voice called out to her, “Welcome! I’m your RA, Cels Ev’rals. You are?” Kal didn’t answer for a moment as she yanked the cart into the building.

“My name’s Kala—” she cut herself off with a panicked scream when she finally turned around. Cels was a demon, a Southern Demon to be exact, which meant deep red skin and curly, ram-like, horns. I can see why that would be a bit scary, especially for someone like Kal who managed to make it this far without realizing that Evenfall wasn’t normal.

Cels frowned, cocking their head to the side before glancing down. “Aw man, I forgot my glamour, didn’t I?” They, in fact, had but with a quick rambling recitation of their glamour spell, the young demon appeared far more human. A deep tan and messy brown hair replaced their demonic visage. “Better?” they asked.

Kal stared blankly for a moment, running through what had just happened in her mind. As rational as she usually was, she had had a sneaking suspicion that Evenfall wasn’t normal, one that was just confirmed. Taking into account that information she groaned. Quite loudly as she crouched to the floor.

Cels took a step forward, unsure how they could help.

“Kalavathi Nayri, I prefer Kal and I’m a Computer Science and Graphic Design double major.” She took a moment to regain her composure and stand. “On my acceptance, it said W, Creation. I have no idea what that means.”

“Oh, Creation Witch?” Cels offered, glancing at his list, “That matches up. You’re our only second circle. Nice.”

Kal opened her mouth to ask questions.

“Wait till orientation, they’ll explain better than I can.”

“Alright,” Kal nodded. “Nice to meet you, by the way, Cels,” she said, offering a hand to shake. Cels beamed as they accepted the handshake.

It was now that our second and third main characters finally managed to make their first appearances in considerably less fanfare than Kalavathi.

Ardis pushed the door open, scanning the room with a hesitant expression. Or, rather, it seemed like a mostly blank one, but that’s because Ardis isn’t the best at facial emotions. I can relate, Ardis, so don’t feel bad.

“Hello?” He called out to the two. “Uh, I’m here to move in?”

Cels waved, “Hello, welcome!” They took a few steps back, giving room for Kal and Ardis to adjust their carts, along with a third person, whom as previously mentioned, is Juli. “Welcome to Evenfall, if I can get you two’s names, I can leave you alone to unpack before your orientations.”

“Ardis Akiya-Blair, freshman Astrobiology major.”

“The Nature Witch,” Cels said aloud as they checked it off, “And you?”

“Juli Cárdenas Rivera Silva Vicente,” she answered without hesitation, “Major is currently undecided.”

“The Voice Witch, nice to meet you guys. Let me know if you have any questions! This right here,” they pointed at the entrance right beside the group, “is actually your suite. Four rooms, a full kitchen, and a common area. We’ll deal with rooming agreements tomorrow, you guys relax tonight and have fun at orientation.” Cels gave them a charming smile, as they were prone to do, smile before heading off.

“Uh, they’re not human,” Kal said as she faced the group. “Are you human? You look human but I’m not sure what to trust anymore.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m human,” Ardis nodded, “I found out about the magical thing, which might make me not human.” He shrugged, “My name’s Ardis, by the way.”

“Kalavathi, but you can call me Kal,” she answered on instinct, “Thinking about it now, I probably shouldn’t be that surprised that this school isn’t normal.”

“Yeah, I kind of just came because it was in-state for me. Magic was not expected,” Juli admitted, “Call me Jules, nice to meet you guys! We’re suitemates it seems, huh?” She grinned at them, “Then that means we gotta team up to figure out everything new we’re gonna experience.” Ah, fortunately, Jules was at the very very confident end of her confidence spectrum. Good, that’s going to help today.

There was a beat of silence and before anyone could speak, the door swung open.

“Of course, I get this kind of dorm,” someone groaned loudly as they entered.

Ah, yes, her. Mary Sue stepped into the building, her blonde hair tied up into a ponytail. A somewhat ridiculous expression of apparent irritation. Her scowl got worse as she looked around as if she had heard something.

She eyed the group, “Do you know where the RA is?”

The three pointed in the direction Cels had gone in. Without even any thanks, she walked off to find Cels.

Jules frowned lightly, but shrugged, “Hey, anyone have a preference about their rooms in the suite?”

“Let’s get into the suite first, then pick,” Kal offered, “We should head over for orientation afterward.” Aw, Kal’s trying to socialize. I’m so proud of her!

Orientation took place in the school’s amphitheater, the heart of Evenfall University’s campus and a typically beautiful place which students often used as a hangout spot.

However, now, as the sun was slowly beginning to set, students of all types that made up the freshman class were finding seats on the grass. Many whispering between each other, trying to figure out what was going on.

Not too long after our trio arrived, taking seats close to the stage, did they notice the two professor-looking adults milling about on the stage itself.

“What school does their orientation when it’s getting dark?” Kal murmured, “On top of that, what school makes their freshman wait until the day after orientation to sign up for classes?”

“It’s certainly weird,” Ardis nodded, “The school’s seemingly pretty well functioning, so I don’t think there’s much cause for worry.”

Before Kal could respond, there was a small commotion. The two professors scrambling off the main stage before an explosion of smoke erupted and spilled out of nowhere.

Lights were the first thing visible. Shapes on the grass, ones that began to light up everywhere.

A line within a triangle within a square within a pentagon, all starting from the very top of the pentagon with a small dot in the center. Ah, yes, the Five Circles of Magic! A lovely symbol.

Once the smoke dissipated, there stood a woman, brightly smiling and illuminated by the sigil beneath her feet.

“Welcome to Evenfall University!” The woman waved, “My name is Suvati Kair and I’m the Dean here at Evenfall.” Ah, yes, Suvati. Her flair for the dramatics will never end, it seems. “I’m sure many of you have questions, so allow me to explain.” With a flick of her wrist and a recitation of something that wasn’t exactly English, lights began to flicker to life around her, fifteen to be exact. “It might come as a surprise to some, though I imagine at least a few of you have figured it out, but Evenfall is home to one of many magical universities devoted to providing a place of education and safety to all students. We also work to find students with Nevermore heritage or magical background in order to educate them on their identity and abilities.” She pointed at one of the professors, “Dr. Avali here will take over to discuss the basics of what Nevermore and Everless are.”

Dr. Avali, an Angel, and not exactly the type you’ve read about, though I can see why you’d think that, with the fluffy white wings and all, took center stage.

“Hello, my name is Dr. Alex Avali, I’m a professor here, I teach a variety of mathematics classes along with the Angelic Educa class here at Evenfall University,” he began, his voice managing to ring throughout the amphitheater yet remain soft. He’s using a vocal enchantment charm, to explain. Alex loves those things, he doesn’t have to raise his voice for people to hear him. “We’ll start with what is Everless. The answer? This.” He waved his arms around, “Here is Everless. This town, this country, this continent, this world, this solar system, galaxy, universe.” Dr. Avali listed.

He glanced around, not seeing enough understanding in the students. I know I could explain it far better, but he continued. “We are the other side of the pond, but I don’t mean across the pond. Everless is the place when you jump into the pond and emerge on the other side. The other side to us is Nevermore, the birthplace of magic.”

Kal leaned forward, entranced. She didn’t need to spare a glance to her new roommates to know that they shared in her wonder.

Taglist, asked to be added or removed: @spacebrick3, @no-url-ideas-tho, @arynneva, @superwaywardangel, @likeicarusifall @aschenink, @writing-for-the-batfam, @ekrizdis, @wiccanchester

[mama-m1na]

The Journey of a Witch: Chapter 5

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Warnings: Self Harm

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Of course seeing the same dream Asra got up as well, putting on a shirt as Rhamina ran into the bathroom to put on a bra before they rushed out into the hall to see the other girls frantically moving as well.

“Mother fucker going to touch my damned kids,” Rhamina spat running down the stairs without any shoes as the others followed.

“Asra, find them real quick and keep them from leaving the city if you can,” Rhamina ordered as she stormed off into one of the back rooms.

The male nodded before her glowed a soft lavender color before the form of a snake was left where he stood but it didn’t stay long as it slithered out of the shop in search for the child.

“So what exactly is going on with my child?” Aurora asked as she watched Rhamina put on fingerless gloves that had wiccan symbols embroidered into them and attach a belt with a sheathed saber to her waist.

“That one shady customer we had the other day, remember him?” Rhamina asked as she checked a pair of flintlock pistols before throwing them to Kerstin, “He was a member of the fucking Antidote.”

“And they took Selene?” Sophie asked catching a silver colored halberd the ravenette tossed at her, “Why though?”

“Yeah, if they wanted to rid the world of magic wouldn’t they just kill her instead of kidnapping her?” Chloe asked taking a dagger Rhamina handed her.

“I don’t know,” she hissed throwing a crossbow and a katana at Tijarah and Sam respectively, “it’s fucking retarded and doesn’t make sense!”

“That fucker was obviously a magic user, why did he help them?!” Rhamina fumed as the temperature around them dropped dramatically, “Hannah grab the longsword and Aurora I don’t trust you with any blades so go get the hammer.”

“So do you have a plan?” Hannah asked as they stepped out into the darkness of the night.

“We’re going to beat the shit out of a group of terrorists,” Rhamina hissed as the temperature dropped further and her eyes seemed to glow gold against their surroundings.

“That’s it?” Sophie asked, “We’re just charging a group of terrorists?”

“If they’re going to categorize us as dangerous, might as well show them why,” Rhamina replied as the mark on her finger began to glow, “Magic follows a specific law of justice and we’re just following it.”

“We’re getting my kid back dammit!” Aurora added as Rhamina began running off towards one of the edges of the city.

“There are about five of them so we have them beat in numbers,” Rhamina said not turning her head back to look at her group, “This is going to be a rare time I say this but use your magic however you like in order to stop them.”

“Soter, watch over Selene and keep her safe until we reach her,” the ravenette prayed as they continued their way through the night.

Meanwhile, a white snake lagged behind the group of five masked figures, one of which was carrying the unconscious child.

“Such a shame, they’ve even corrupted a child,” one said in a soft tone.

“That’s true; however, at least she will be put to use before her infection gets worse,” a taller one stated leading the group down the empty streets.

“Such a pure soul too,” one said reaching out to touch the girl’s face, “If it weren’t for that disease she would’ve made a great apprentice.”

The male carrying Selene suddenly dropped her as a blade of wind sliced through his thick gloves and through his skin.

Asra slithered in front of the darkette as she began to stir and as the males turned in disgust at the presence of magic.

“You parasite!” hissed the man he cut.

In response the snake hooded up as the man reached out only for needles of black ice to impale themselves in his hand.

“Stop touching my beings!” a certain ravenette screamed tackling the man to the ground with more ice needles floating around her.

The larger male easily knocked her off but she only use the momentum to roll onto her feet and hunch down in an attack stance as she snarled at the men.

“And then there’s this filth,” the man hissed.

“We’re the filth?! You were about to murder a child!” Rhamina seethed as she unsheathed her saber before bringing it down only to be blocked by a gauntlet previously hidden by the long sleeves of the cloak.

Suddenly an arrow lodged itself into the thigh of one while bullets dug into the calves of another.

Before the other two could react Hannah went up and bashed the hilt of her sword into the skull of the shortest one while Chloe snuck up on the remaining figure and stabbed them in the back.

As the figure sunk to their knees the fourteen-year-old wiped the blood off on her shorts.

“We’re saving all of you!” the remaining figure screamed through their mask as they took swipes at the ravenette only for her to dodge.

They kept up the rotation of attack, dodge, attack, dodge, attack; while, Asra was back in his human form tending to the stirring Selene until the figure said, “Your souls will be put to good use.”

“...”

They both stopped and everyone turned to the pair.

“... Excuse me?”

The ravenette’s expression dropped completely as the temperature dropped in an instant.

“...You were planning to mess around with souls?...” she seethed not even trying to stop the flare of her aura from whipping around her, “... Is that what you did to them? To the hundreds of magicians four years ago?...”

“They died and you disrespected them by trying to mess with their souls?!” she screeched looking up with her eyes glowing gold as ice started to coat her hair.

Before the figure could say anything she let out a bitter laugh and the ice started to disappear before she looked up, the gold hue not leaving her irises.

“You deserve a fate far worse than death,” she hissed as her eyes narrowed into a glare.

The girls could only watch in shock at their friends display. They knew she was hurt and not normal but this was not expected.

“Mina,” the white-haired male whispered, not knowing what else to say at this point.

“I’m done,” the female hissed as she raised her hand and gave a simple command, “Restringere.”

Chains then erupted from the ground and tangled themselves around the figure, pinning him in his spot.

“You say magic is the plague of this world, but look at yourself,” she said as the glow left and her aura retreated, “You’re just as bad as me.”

“What are you waiting for?” the figure asked as Rhamina knelt in front of Selene who was now awake and shaking in fear at the notorious sight of the plague masks.

“Hmm?” the ravenette asked not even looking back at the male.

“Aren’t you going to kill us?” the figure asked as they struggled against their bindings.

“I already said that killing you would be too easy, people like you deserve to suffer in the mortal world like the rest of us,” Rhamina said flatly, “The only one of you that might die is the one Chloe stabbed in the fu- freaking lung.”

At the last part of Rhamina’s statement the said female looked away feigning innocence as the bleeding figure groaned on the ground.

“Ms. Mi-Miyu?” Selene asked, “What’s going on? Why is Mr. Asra here? Why are they here?”

“It’s fine, Selene, you don’t have to worry about them right now. I’m making sure they go to prison,” Rhamina said as the confinements got significantly tighter around the figure, “as for Asra, well we can explain that tomorrow okay it’s getting late.”

As Rhamina helped Selene stand up a flash of unsettledness ran through the ravenette and in an instant she spread herself in front of the group of seven girls as a sixth figure became visible with his hand aimed at the shorter blonde.

With Rhamina blocking them, the figure’s bare hand inked with a sigil made contact with the ravenette’s back, revealing previously invisible chains which ran all along her body before they crumbled to the ground her collar soon after turning to dust.

‘A seal?’ Asra thought  his eyes widening as he held Selene by the shoulders.

Rhamina then crumpled to the ground allowing Kerstin a clear shot at the figure straight in the shoulder.

“Mina?” Sophie called as the ravenette’s breathing became labored, “Mina, what did he do?”

“Fucking hypocrites,” the teen gasped as her body began to shake and she began to cough harshly.

Soon blood splattered onto the ground as her coughing got worse and her aura started to form again around her except there were two things different this time which caused Selene and Asra to widen their eyes.

First, her aura was brighter than previously and was glowing brightly.

Second, the number of her tails had changed. Instead of three tails, five tails were now flicking about feverishly as the girl struggled to remain in control.

“Mina/Ramen!” the girls exclaimed trying to get close only to be blocked by one of her tails.

“Asra, what the fuck is happening?” Sam exclaimed looking up to the male.

“I- I don’t know,” the male replied looking down at the female who was desperately trying to bite down her screams, “Her soul. It’s like that of a God-”

“You foolish girl,” a deep male voice cut in as a dark-skinned male stepped forward not phased at all by the violent tails.

His face was painted in white tribal symbols and his bare torso was quite built.

As soon as he placed a hand on the female’s shoulder her aura retreated into her body and she was left gasping for air.

“Thank you, Anansi,” the female sighed as she shakily wiped away blood from her mouth.

“Oh no, don’t think you’re getting off this easy, Kitsamii,” the male scoffed as a portal opened itself under all of the magic users.

In the next instant the group found themselves in what seemed to be an ancient museum of sorts with webs creeping up various Greek-styled columns.

“Mina, what the fuck is happening?” Sophie asked as the others were taking in their surroundings.

“This is the Hall of Gods,” Selene gasped as she walked up to a portrait and description of the Greek God Zeus.

“Yes,” the dark skinned male replied, “I am the God of Stories, Anansi. It is my job to keep records on every God and Goddess in existence.”

“With all due respect, why did you help, Mina?” Asra asked helping the ravenette to stand.

The god turned to the ravenette and asked, “Do you want to explain it to them or should I, Kitsamii?”

The female sighed as she walked over to the end of the long hall where large purple curtains with black lace covered it.

Once she pulled on the cord to open it the group was left in shock as an elegant portrait of the Manifested form of Rhamina stared back at them. It was slightly altered in count of wardrobe but it was for sure the form of the sixteen-year-old in front of them.

The plaque under the painting read:

Kitsamii: The Human Goddess

Patron: Fox

Faith, Benevolence, A Good Deed, Change of Heart, Intelligence

Trickery, Illusion, Greed, Mistrust, Unwanted Change, Swindled, Seduction

After completing her rights and combining the three parts of her soul into one essence she was granted her Godship under the watch of the Faery Queen and the Gods of the Fates; however, upon request she was able to remain partly human in the fact she does not have the memories of her past lives unlike the complete Gods and Goddesses. In order for her Goddess soul not to rip apart her human body, her full powered soul must be repressed under a seal cast on herself through a talisman of promise.

“... Mina, what does it mean ‘partly human’?” Asra asked as the girls were mostly in shock of their friend being a god, “That isn’t possible…”

“It is,” Anansi answered, “You as a magician should understand to earn one must give correct?”

“And what exactly did you give, Mina?” the male asked in concern as the female bit her lip and began to scratch at her wrists.

“Before I answer that I’m going to tell you right now, that this happened right after I went home four years ago, I was not in a stable state of mind like what you saw a few minutes ago… I wanted the power in order to stop feeling helpless but I didn’t want to be a Goddess and give up living my life here because I wanted to be able to see my remaining friends without being… Fuck, I don’t know, isolated by the fact I wasn’t human anymore,” Rhamina explained looking at the group, careful to avoid any eye contact, “the effects of that is one, a human body cannot support the soul of an ethereal being so the seal in my collar suppressed my soul’s magic to that of a human’s and my existence is only known by the Gods of Law and the Faery Queen. None of the other Gods and Goddesses know of the Goddess, Kitsamii.”

The girl then took a breath, “The thing I gave up was the ability to learn from my past lives. I selfishly gave up the memories of my past lives so I could keep all of you with me.”

“Disgusting right?” the girl chuckled as she leaned back onto the wall, her wrists now red from the scratching.

She took the silence of the group as a bad sign and started biting her bottom lip.

‘I’m such a cunt,’ she thought before something attached itself to her waist.

Rhamina looked down to see the tear streaked eyes of Chloe as she called, “Mina, I’m sorry!”

“Why the fuck are you sorry?” the ravenette asked in confusion, “You didn’t do anything.”

“Ramen, you went through that alone,” Aurora said as she also went up to hug the ravenette whose shirt was starting to dampen.

“Not to mention that you were fucking twelve when that happened,” Tijarah added wrapping her arms around the girl’s right side.

“Yeah, and I’m one hundred percent sure you parents didn’t help you at all,” Kerstin scoffed through her own tears as she and Sam attached themselves to the teen who was starting to get quite overwhelmed at the support she was getting rather than the hate she expected to receive.

‘I really don’t deserve this,’ Rhamina thought as she tried to hug back the best she could despite her arms being pinned to her sides, ‘I kept such a big thing from them for years and they still do this.’

Sometime during the hug Hannah, Sophie, and  Selene joined in; however, Rhamina didn’t really know when due to her mind imploding on itself.

A cough from the spider god broke them from their moment and Ansansi said, “I’ll let you stay here for two days before I’m sending you back into the mortal world. You should be able to figure something out by then.”

“Oh yeah, how is your body still intact here?” Hannah asked as Rhamina stood with the two fourteen-year-olds at her waist.

“My soul has more wiggle room here since this is a god’s realm don’t get me wrong she’s still struggling but the surroundings are enough to keep it from breaking me physically,” Rhamina stated before hushing into a whisper, “You guys can go wander for a bit and read up on the gods I need to talk to Asra.”

As the females branched off Rhamina turned to the male to still stood facing the portrait with hazy eyes. His face bore no emotion and made the ravenette’s anxiety skyrocket.

She gently set her hand on his shoulder before whispering, “Are you alright?”

“To think you were able to come up with something like this,” he chuckled quietly as a sad smile came to his lips, “You knew what you were getting into. You work with the fae of course you’d be this crafty to get what you wanted. I knew you would probably earn Godship soon but was it really worth throwing away your past knowledge to stay human?”

“Asra, to be honest my life was just suffering and it still is,” Rhamina answered looking up at the glorified painting of herself, “This didn’t change anything for me, plus I was probably going to hell anyway so might as well see what I can get away with while I can.”

His eyes narrowed at her attempt to change and defuse the subject as he looked down into her eyes.

They had changed drastically since he had seen her four years ago. The underlying sadness he had seen back then had now become more prominent despite the fact just a few hours ago they were lit with happiness and excitement at regaining her friend.

As Rhamina stared into the amethyst colored irises of Asra she knew they hadn’t changed at all. Always expressing his emotions to her like an open book, though it was easily hidden from others. She knew how the smallest changes in a person and looking into their eyes made it even easier for her to see.

“I’m sorry, Asra,” she sighed taking his right hand in both of hers and bowing her head down to lay a soft kiss on his fingers, “I literally broke my promise not to do anything stupid.”

“I’ll make it up somehow but first I need to find another vessel to seal my soul with,” she sighed pulling her arms up in order to stretch.

“What kind of seal did you use?” Asra asked sitting on the floor as the female flopped down next to him.

“It was a seal of promise,” Rhamina stated, “I promise I made with the Faery Queen. She can’t help me this time though. My end of the promise was that would be the only time I would need the seal but yeah… Need to find another way.”

The ravenette let out a yawn as she laid down on the floor.

“I’m sure we should think of something by tomorrow, it’ll be fine,” she chirped before closing her eyes and blocking out the light with her arm.

‘It’s not going to be fine,’ she thought as her mind began to drift off, ‘I am absolutely fucked.’

As the female’s breathing evened out Asra sighed as he ran his hands through his hair.

“Holy shit, all the Gods used to be human?” Sam asked as she came back from reading most of the descriptions on the Gods and Goddesses.

“Yes, they fulfilled their duties as humans and ascended into Godship,” Anansi replied as he walked back into the hall, “The same goes for the Gods of Law. We were the first to discover this phenomenon and took it upon ourselves to make sure no one tries to wiggle themselves out of it… Of course we were somewhat bested by your friend here.”

“How did she do it, might I ask,” Asra voiced while walking over to join the rest of the group.

“... I do not have the authority to answer that, only she can when she regains her memories,” the god answered.

“But-” “Yes, that’s the original deal we made; however, Tyche, has revealed that someone will interfere and she will ascend completely and soon,” the male explained before turning to the Asra, “Now, about your predicament… You have a solution I’m assuming? You are almost as crafty as she is.”

“I believe so but I would need to go back to the shop,” he replied before crossing his legs and sitting up straighter, “There’s an item that can be used as a vessel there.”

The girls listened as he explained that the object had belonged to his mother and Aurora glared as she interjected, “So it was your mom’s engagement ring?”

“I- um, yes,” the male replied as a red hue coated his face, “But I believe it might be the only vessel strong enough to suppress her soul. It has been passed down for generations with the magic of a promise growing each time it was used.”

“That makes sense,” Selene stated, “raw emotion and intent is the most powerful magic afterall.”

“Fine, but just know I’m going to fucking eat you in your sleep, you snake,” hissed Aurora.

“I know, you say that everyday,” the male chuckled as amusement passed through his eyes.

“I knew you were fucking smirking at me!” Aurora seethed as Rhamina snapped her eyes open.

“God, fuck all of you,” she said, “I try to fucking sleep and I’m awoken by Aurora being petty. That’s my job.”

“Ramen, he was smirking at me!” Aurora whined as she clung to the ravenette’s arm.

“Hush, I just remembered. Anansi,” Rhamina called as she turned to the being, “What happened to the souls of the magicians at that Festival?”

“I do not know,” Anansi replied, “the ones who would know would be Hades, Thanatos, Anubis, or Morana. Why do you ask?”

“One of the members of the Antidote said something about ‘their souls being of use’ or something like that… Plus the one who broke my seal had a sigil on his hand to do so, they were using magic, they very thing they claim to despise,” Rhamina explained, “fucking hypocrites.”

“After your issue is resolved just go to one of the Gods of death. I know you all talk a lot,” Anansi sighed before opening a portal, “Familiar Asra, go and retrieve the vessel, the portal will be waiting for you.”

“Wait, what the fuck were you guys talking about while I was trying to sleep?” Rhamina asked as the male nodded and walked through the portal.

As Asra exited the portal he took note that he was already back in the shop and walked up the stairs before going into the card room.

Once there he went over to the north side of the table and lifted the cloth to reveal the border of the table.

He hovered his hand over it and a symbol glowed a soft blue before a single panel disappeared to reveal a small velvet box.

Asra retrieved it before placing everything back to where it was and made his way back to the portal; however, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched.

When he walked back into Anansi’s realm the first thing Asra heard was Tijarah saying, “Never have I ever sucked dick.”

“Fuck off!” Kerstin exclaimed as she, Sam, and Hannah put one of their fingers down, indicating they had lost a life.

“At least I’m good at it,” Sam smirked as Rhamina let out a huff.

“Mother fuckers,” she muttered before saying, “Never have I ever gotten a head injury from a saber.”

“You’re the mother fucker here!” Kerstin exclaimed as again, she, Aurora, and Sophie put down a finger, “Fucking bitch gets cut by her saber and we’re over here losing brain cells because we hit ourselves in the head.”

“You know what, Bitch? Never have I ever transcended humanity!” Kerstin exclaimed on her turn causing Rhamina to put down her last life.

“Fuck you and your targeting,” she sighed before turning to see the white-haired male, “Hey, welcome back.”

“Well, we’re going to leave you two to do your thing now,” Sophie said as the girls stood up and started walking to the other end of the hall.

“Did they tell you anything?” Asra asked taking the ravenette’s hand.

“Aurora tried to until everyone shut her up with various tactics,” Rhamina chuckled looking up into his eyes with a fond smile.

“You really do love them don’t you?” Asra smiled back.

“Of course I do, otherwise I wouldn’t have brought them to Pyget with me or taken the time to help them learn about their own magic,” Rhamina said before wincing at a distant sounding crash followed by a string of curses, “Yeah I love them to shit. I love you too you know.”

Asra’s face heated up before the female continued, “You were really the only one who would convince my parents and it was one of the best things to ever happen to me. You’re one of my closest friends and my familiar now.”

“I think I might’ve found a vessel strong enough,” Asra said as he pulled out the velvet box.

Upon opening it Rhamina’s eyes centered in on the moonstone in the center of the victorian styled ring. It had small gold accents on the mainly silver bodied ring and a hinge in clasp indicating it was a poison ring.

“Isn’t this the ring your mother was wearing in the picture you showed me?” Rhamina asked as a memory zapped through her head.

“Of course you remember seeing that,” Asra sighed as he slipped it onto her right ring finger.

“... Are you sure it’s okay for me to have this?” Rhamina asked after a few moments of silently staring at the gem.

“Of course,” Asra smiled before planting his lips on her forehead, “I trust you.”

After those words were spoken a white glow came from the ring before white translucent chains began to spread from it and ran up the rest of her body before disappearing from sight.

“Well, I guess that worked,” Rhamina chuckled, “Time to go back, get Selene home, and have a chat with the town council… Or maybe I should have a talk with the Gods of Death before I talk with them, yeah I’ll do that.”

Once the group re-entered the mortal world they found that the townspeople had found the one corpse and five disabled members; one of which had been playing as a tourist while the others were in fact citizens.

“I know that there are questions that need answering but I can’t talk before a council yet,” Rhamina explained to one of the messengers, “There’s something I need to confirm before I do.”

“Do you have your head on straight?! This could mean life or death for this town!” the messenger exploded as something snapped in the ravenette.

It was written all over her face… She was pissed.

Before anyone could attempt to calm her down she screamed, “I think it’s you who doesn’t have their head on straight! I know the lives of people are at stake, more than just this town! I’m making connections that might prevent that group from killing all of us! Those who can’t use magic and those who can! And if you’re implying that I don’t care, who the hell do you think I am?! I fucking watched as over 200 of my friends burned to death or were carted off to- to who knows! Where they were probably tortured before being killed! I just want to get my facts straight so the right course of action is taken, now I’ve had enough of your blatant disrespect! Get out!”

By the end of her rant the ravenette was gasping for air; however, the messenger remained with a glare at the female.

“Why. Are you. Still. Here?!” she shrieked as her magic echoed within her voice causing the building to quake until the man ran out.

“Mina, are you okay?” Chloe asked in a small voice as she followed the ravenette up the stairs.

“I’m never okay,” Rhamina replied before going into the guest bedroom and pulled out a floor length mirror.

“Chloe, can you get my athame?” Rhamina asked as she got a black candle from the kitchen and set it in front of the mirror so that she and it could be seen in its reflection.

As the girl did as requested Aurora asked, “I get that you’re going to ask the Gods of Death what happened to the others but what does that have to do with right now?”

“If the souls were seen by the Gods of Death and they did return to the Circle then nothing,” Rhamina replied as Chloe came back with the silver, double edged dagger, “If they say they haven’t seen the souls then that means my stay in Pyget will be extended by a while.”

“What does it mean if they haven’t seen the souls?” Kerstin asked as Rhamina cleaned her arms with rubbing alcohol.

“You’ve heard of human transmutation right?” Rhamina asked causing the white-haired male to gasp.

“The ultimate taboo of alchemy,” Sam described as the ravenette gripped the athame in her right hand.

“You don’t think they would try it with them,” Hannah commented.

“No,” Rhamina said with a dark look in her eyes before lighting the black candle, “If they did what I think they did then it’s much worse.”

“... Soul Transmutation,” Asra whispered, “Taking multiple souls and manipulating them to form something different… No one’s tried it.”

“That’s alive anyway,” Rhamina added with a dead expression as she dragged the blade across her left forearm causing blood to flow down.

“Tinniant et in januis mortis, hic mortis in me, Thanatis legere, Anubis, et Morana. Invocavi te,” she chanted as she dipped her fingers in the blood to draw a sigil on the mirror.

The group only watched in surprise and concern as she pulled her hand away only for the blood to absorb into the glass before it distorted.

Soon the four faces of the Gods and Goddess revealed themselves in the mirror.

“What is it you want, Miyu?” Morana asked with her arms crossed, “You should know better than to just summon us out of nowhere.”

“What happened to the souls of the magicians at that Festival?” Rhamina asked bluntly causing the eyes of the higher beings to widen before they gazed at each other.

Hades was the first to speak as he said, “None of their souls were sent down to me.”

“Same here,” Morana said.

“None of my followers descended to meet me,” Anubis added.

“Thanatos?” Hades asked looking to the male.

“No, I haven’t seen them either,” the God replied before looking to the young Witch, “Why do you ask?”

“Because now I have found a purpose in life, to eradicate the Antidote” chuckled the ravenette as she took the athame in her left hand before adjusting her hair with her right, “they took their souls.”

“What?” the four beings asked in unison.

“You have my blessing to do as you see fit,” Morana spoke through gritted teeth, “I’ll make sure you have the support from Ioke and Alastor as well.”

“Good luck, Miyu,” Hades said with a sad expression as the four faces disappeared and the candle went out.

It was silent as Asra left the living room.

It was unreal, nothing but static could be heard.

“You guys should start packing, you’re supposed to leave in about a few days right?” Rhamina asked as Asra came out of the master bedroom with a first aid kit.

“Like hell we’re leaving now,” Tijarah scoffed as the male coaxed the girl into sitting down on the couch as he treated the deep cut she gave herself.

“Yeah, you think we’re letting you take down a terrorist group by yourself?” Sam cackled.

“We aren’t splitting up the Chaos Trio now or ever, Mina,” Kerstin stated followed by words of affirmation from the other girls.

“You do realize that bringing down all of their locations could take years right?” Rhamina asked looking at them with scolding eyes, “You’re all still in school and have futures.”

“Futures that include beating up bad guys!” Chloe chirped, “Mina! I’m gonna kill ‘em!”

“Mina, please let us help you,” Asra pleaded as he looked up from his work, “You don’t have to do anything alone anymore.”

The ravenette let out a sigh before she shook her head and said, “Y’all are idiots,” but her eyes betrayed her.

She didn’t have to face problems alone anymore. She didn’t have to keep secrets anymore.

She had found something to protect with all her being and she was going to do it by keeping them as close as possible.

                                 ~~~Fin. Chapter 5~~~

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Forbidden In Oz | Prologue

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Her touch was strong against the man's chest- forearm strung across the broad object as his toxic breath filled her lungs. After all these years that same mix of alcohol and soiled beef was enough to make her stomach churn. It did flips and threatened to ruin her own composure, but she still held calm. Held everything steady.

The blade was close enough to his sweat brined skin that it could cut slight follicles of hair. And this man, this man needed a shave. He needed a wash too, but that wasn’t Beca’s job to decide. Her job was to toy with the character- to keep the pointed edge so close that it could slice through skin- but not close enough to kill him.

“Get the hell off me,” He hissed through clenched yellow teeth. His put all of his weight on his chest- trying to push forward. The small brunette gave him no lead way, slamming his spine back against the stone clad wall.

Beca cocked her head to the side, a bit of mousy hair falling into her midnight stare. It showed no mercy- not in her immediate gaze, or the deeper one that followed close behind. She didn’t say a word, adjusting her position so it was tighter against him. It wasn’t her job to speak- not at this moment, or the ones before this.

“She really can’t fight her own battles?” the man tried, barking out a crackling laugh. It made the young hunter cringe. “She sends some orphan lacky to do all of her dirty work.”

Orphan.

That was such a crude word, but not an unfit one. Beca East Mitchell had no mother to comb through her hair or a father that would instruct her on how to draw a double-edged sword. Instead, she had Elphaba. The beautiful woman who appeared by her malnourished side one day when she was just the mere age of eight.

Many people would have deemed the young girl as feral at this point- both of her parents never having much stock in her life. The human had raised herself at the base of Mitchell Cavern until the woman who had housed her stumbled upon the lost child.

“I am no orphan.” She snarled.

“Ah, so she does speak.” He flashed his inky grin once more. “Who taught you that?”

“You seem to forget who holds the blade in this situation Mr. Bolger.” Beca proclaimed dryly. This seemed to shut him up- he swallowed thickly enough to push his throat deeper into the pain, making him wince against her touch.

She stared him down for a few more seconds, eyes tracing the tired lines of his features. He looked worn down, a drunk at best. She wasn’t too sure what he had done to cross her superior, but she was never one to ask questions.

Beca did the job and got paid for it. Not everyone could do what she was capable of, and it made the girl worth something. Worth enough to afford to live just outside of Oz. A commission of sorts.

In one swift movement, she drew back the hand with the silver edged knife- her actions were fluid and precise (Just like they always were). Beca dug the tip of silver into the bark right beside the man’s head- above his shoulder as to only clip his clothing and hold the yellowed paper in its place- the same paper that was written in green glowing ink so potent that it could be considered luminescent.

The man flinched, depriving the world of his slate grey eyes as he raised his shoulders- waiting for an impact that would never come. The knife so wedged into the bark that it would take real effort to pry it from the tree’s clutches.

“You’ve been summoned.” She took a step back, taking her full weight off the man she knew wouldn’t follow her. “You don’t deny a witch her rights.”

Even he couldn’t argue that his mouth agape as his fingers curled around the blade. It almost made Beca ache to think she would leave it behind with a flimsy piece of paper. At the end of the day, the ink was more expensive than the weapon. She could get a new one, but that parchment had bound Mr. Bolger to his commitments.

“And if I don’t?” His words broke a far cry from his attempt to stay calm.

“Well,” She cracked a dark smile “Then next time, I won’t miss.”

Beca Mitchell didn’t ever stay long after she spoke to her mark. It complicated things- it was never for dramatic effect, or for her own pleasure. She had learned early in life not to question anything and do as she was told. To follow the rules in an emerald city that shone sharply. Hidden dangers were around every corner, and it was easier for her to depart from the area after a confrontation. It was always easier.

She shoved her hands in her pockets, eyes always glancing around this part of the forest. It was dark- the yellowed road having overgrown with Boston ivy cascading across deep golden brick. There were cracks- it wasn’t pretty like it had been months ago, months before the accident and the pain that ripped through Oz like an ax against tension.

Her eyes wandered against the large oak trees that were almost completely swallowed by the hollow edges of shadows. Each time a warm breeze swept through its clutches the bare limbs would grind together like dry bones- creaking and shifting under the breezes influences. Grains of poison oak wicked it’s way into the edges of the path- those who were smart never walked along it.

They would stick to the brushes- because at least they knew that the trees were just trees, and plants had no ill intentions. Those who walked close to the shone path had a death wish, strolling into their own demise. Even Beca would keep a firm grip on her sword when she got to a certain part in the dark land.

Her breath was shallow as she kept her attention elsewhere. It became very apparent to her that she was one of the reason’s no one strode through the forest. Not in this part of the land. Only those with nothing better to do than gamble at Rossen’s or try their luck against the Eastern royalty. As she walked, she thought.

“If you wish to follow me, you’ll have to be a bit quieter.” She stated fairly, loud enough to deplete the dark feeling in her stomach. Her combat boots slowed to a stop, no longer playing fair with the silence of the land. “It’s quite hard to think when you’re that loud.”

“I hadn’t said a word.” The female's voice was light and airy. Beca had been told that just the sound of her words was enough to quell up a feeling of lost love, a warmth having regretfully filled the hunter herself. She swallowed thickly, clenching her eyes shut before she turned her back to the direction that she was working towards.

Glinda North Beale was a gorgeous woman; one so strong and sure of her stance that she would dare enter her sisters land without anything other than a pistol belted to her hip. A black cloak was covering most of her broad shoulders- peaks of coppery locks falling from the hooded fabric that covered her. Her eyes shown almost as bright as the sky that hovered over her sector. “You’re very perceptive, Beca.”

“That’s what they tell me.” She shot back, eyes raking over the woman. She had never seen her in person- only pictures, and from word of mouth. Elphaba was quite biased towards her older sibling, painting a terrible picture in her beta’s mind. “I suggest you tell me the reason you’re tailing me before they get word of your presence.”  

“A woman who gets to the point,” Glinda said through the silence, taking a few steps towards the younger girl. “I like that.”

Beca just lifted her chin, her thumb tracing little circles on the edge of her iron sword. The witch could tell she was on edge- it wasn’t like the blade she had wasted back there- this one was hard at hiding discontent.

“El spoke to you the other month,” She said while she held Beca's focus. “About driving a blade through my daughter’s heart as some act of ramped revenge.”

Beca simply nodded, not too fond of the conversation. She carried the same disposition when Elphaba had approached her with the pension for revenge that day in the corridor. She wouldn’t hear any of it- it wasn’t a normal job, it wasn’t something she could prophet from, or felt comfortable doing. She didn’t question how the redhead knew of this, witches had their ways.

“You turned her down.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement the woman beginning to circle Beca like prey. She kept a steady blue stare on her. “Why?”

“It’s not my place.” The younger woman grumbled, making a move to continue on her way “Nor is the conversation, so if you’ll excuse me-“

She stiffened as a cold hand wrapped around her upper arm, it made her freeze, the gentle aspect of the contact was enough to make her stomach churn. She could feel the heartache and intention in Glinda’s attempts. “I had to protect my daughter, you understand?”

Her pleading eyes were boring into Beca’s, watery and strong. Beca parted her lips slightly. “What did you do?” It was barely a whisper.

“I sent her away.” She pulled back, strong in her stature as she stared down the woman in front of her; confusion thick on her expression. “To a world where your mentor cannot harm her unless she ventures there herself.”

“Kansas?” Beca said, not having heard that word in a long time.

“Like Kansas, yes.” Glinda nodded sullenly. “She should be safe there, but I do not trust that she can do it alone. Face that world with those people.”

Beca lifted her chin slightly at the words, she had a dark feeling that she knew where this was going. In any other situation, Glinda would have drawn that pistol and placed a thick inch of lead between her eyebrows by now in a swift act of revenge. Revenge for even thinking of harming her child.

“You want me to go after her?” She said in a bit of a laugh “My place is here.”

“And what place is that exactly?” Glinda stood up straight, the hood falling back to reveal more of her deep locks, they framed her face, made her look innocent and exhausted. “You know what they call you, Beca?”

She swallowed, not answering. They called her a lot of things, none of which she had heard past the mouths of those cursing her name.

“captivum ad orientalem, Beca. The prisoner of the East.” Her words were dark and cut like the very sword that hung at her side. It made the shorter of the two grimace. She had never thought of herself a prisoner or a captive. She was just repaying the woman who had rescued her from a life that would end in her demise. She had grown unfair over the years, unruly and power hungry.

“If you do this for me- “Glinda was practically begging now, barely able to stay up on her own two feet as water collected at her edge, Beca wasn’t heartless, she supported the woman letting her dig her nails into her forearm and claw as at the pitch button-down that she wore. “I can promise you that you will not return to her wrath. You will not return to a life such as this.”

She drew in a careful breath, cocking an eyebrow at the strange woman. Part of her wondered if this was a test, a way to show her loyalty to the one who had rescued her. She was never good at tests and even worse at receiving the punishments. The sincerity of the sobbing woman in front of her caught her off guard.

Glinda was pulling her down to her knees, collapsing in a pile of silken fabric as she held Beca’ close, the hunter squatting as the ignored the pain that wracked through her abdomen at the belt pushing into tender flesh.

“She won’t face it alone.” Her dark eyes raising to meet Beca’s “I can’t let her.”

With as light inhale Beca flashed her gaze to the direction she was headed. Back to a lonely old house with one candle that provided a warm and familiar glow. It was familiar. All of it- a routine that her body had grown used to her mind numb. She had no idea who she was working for anymore, no idea who she pledged her sanity to.

“I’ll do it.” She whispered, not purely confident in her words.

“You will?” Glinda sounded so broken, so sad. Beca nodded simply, biting back the sour taste in her mouth as the crying woman flashed a bit of concern against her features. “I’m so glad you see things my way because this might hurt a bit.”

“I’m sorry?” Beca pulled back, knitting her eyebrows together, she still clung tightly to the hunter, not saying a word as she pulled the woman’s forearm towards her, facing soft skin towards a non-existent sun.

“You must forgive me,” Glinda spoke with precision, voice shaking slightly as she hovered a perfectly manicured hand over Beca’s arm. “But once you get to their world you won’t remember who you are. But you will.”  

She didn’t say a word as thick bite moves through her skin, worse than the clutches of fire- so cold it almost burned. Beca flinched- her bodies natural reaction to sharp pain and suffering. She gasped, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth despite nothing being shed. The young girl had to swallow a groan of agony as tears flooded Glinda’s vision once more.

“What the hell are you-Fuck!” She shouted crumbling to the ground herself as she dug her free hand into the bricked surface, letting paint catch under her nails. Her vision was blurry and spotted as she tried to blink back the sting.

“I’m sorry young one,” She heard Glinda whisper soothingly, “You’ll understand soon enough.”  

[A/N: Wow, so intense, so much work went into this so please give it some love.] 

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1: Name::  Lucy2: Age::   203: 3 Fears::  birds, planes, men4: 3 things I love::  babies, Kit Kats, and feeling loved5: 4 turns on::  intelligence, kindness, an acoustic guitar, someone older6: 4 turns off::  immaturity, arrogance, being super loud?, right wing7: My best friend:: Lillian 8: Sexual orientation::  hetero9: My best first date::  I’ve never really been taken out on a first date 10: How tall am I:: 5′811: What do I miss::  not caring about my weight12: What time were I born::  my mom doesn’t even remember I'm her last kid and she was forty13: Favourite color::  pink is my signature color14: Do I have a crush::  yes and no15: Favourite quote::  “ho but make it fashion” Tyra Banks16: Favourite place::  my best friend’s presence17: Favourite food::  Mac and cheese18: Do I use sarcasm::  idk u tell me19: What am I listening to right now:: the winner of the 2018 AOTY Grammy Award: Divide20: First thing I notice in new person::  whether or not they’re nice21: Shoe size::  822: Eye color::  brown23: Hair color:: dark brown. just dyed it.24: Favourite style of clothing::  ho but fashion25: Ever done a prank call?::  loads of times27: Meaning behind my URL:: well Tenerife SEA but my name rhymes so Tenerife LU-sea was born but no one got it so Tenerife-lucy28: Favourite movie::  Dirty Dancing29: Favourite song:: of all time, Tiny Dancer. Currently, Happier.30: Favourite band:: GNR sun31: How I feel right now::  sad32: Someone I love::  my dad33: My current relationship status::  single as a Pringle m834: My relationship with my parents:: lovely35: Favourite holiday:: thanksgiving36: Tattoos and piercing I have::  nose and my pine tree37: Tattoos and piercing I want:: I don’t want any more piercings but I do want the word wild on my butt38: The reason I joined Tumblr::  does anyone actually know39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?::  I don’t know how he feels about me but ask my therapist40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?::  does my mom count41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?::  no42: When did I last hold hands?::  romantically? in December 43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?:: too damn long44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?:: no lmao45: Where am I right now?::  a state of loneliness and self loathing46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?:: Nora 47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? ::   loud48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? ::  no49: Am I excited for anything?::  October 6th binch50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?::  yes51: How often do I wear a fake smile?:: 88% of the time52: When was the last time I hugged someone?::  earlier today53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?::  I wouldn’t be alarmed54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?::  um I don’t really trust anyone except my parents so55: What is something I disliked about today?::  I messed up my nails right after I painted them56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?::  Singer Songwriter Edward Christopher Sheeran57: What do I think about most?::  my weight58: What’s my strangest talent?::  I can eat a lollipop with my toes59: Do I have any strange phobias?:: birds? is that strange60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?::  behind61: What was the last lie I told?::  I have no idea62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?:: talking on the phone I don’t like to see myself63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? :: yes yes64: Do I believe in magic?:: duh65: Do I believe in luck?:: yeppers66: What's the weather like right now?::  cold as a witch’s teet67: What was the last book I've read?:: Madame Bovary68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?:: weirdly yes69: Do I have any nicknames?::  Lu, Luc, Lu-Bug, Lucyfer, edsheeran.daddy6970: What was the worst injury I've ever had?::  I hurt my back once and could hardly move71: Do I spend money or save it?::  spend 72: Can I touch my nose with a tounge?::  no73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me?::  my blankie74: Favourite animal?:: cat cats75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?:: watching ANTM76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?::  Moore77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?:: One Call Away78: How can you win my heart?::  by being Ed Sheeran79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?::  here lies a dramatic hoe who loved y’all binches80: What is my favorite word? ::  actually. I say it all the time81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr @knox-on-eds-wood @weareedsobfg ((I'm cheating and grouping y’all all in one) @tea-and-toblerones @gay-romantics @lordedsheeran82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? :: she won the popular vote83: Do I have any relatives in jail?:: not that I know of84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?:: healing people85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?::  do you practice what you preach86: What is my current desktop picture?::  my baby niece87: Had sex?::  yah88: Bought condoms?::  yah89: Gotten pregnant?::  no90: Failed a class?::  no but almost91: Kissed a boy?::  yah92: Kissed a girl?::  no93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?::  yah94: Had job?:: ye had job95: Left the house without my wallet?::  who hasn’t96: Bullied someone on the internet?::  not unless you count repeatedly using the phrase daddy and grossing out @ownerandwriterofedsnnnnggghhhh and @purplelunarmoth97: Had sex in public?::  no98: Played on a sports team?::  MARCHING BAND IS A SPORT 99: Smoked weed?::  yah100: Did drugs?::  no101: Smoked cigarettes?::  no102: Drank alcohol?::  yah103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?::  I wish104: Been overweight?::  in my opinion105: Been underweight?::  in the doctor’s opinion106: Been to a wedding?::  bitch I been in three smh107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?::  this damn website108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?::  yah109: Been outside my home country?::  no110: Gotten my heart broken?::  yah111: Been to a professional sports game?::  surprisingly yes and I was horribly hungover112: Broken a bone?::  no113: Cut myself?::  not purposely114: Been to prom?::  twice and it was two of the worst nights of my life115: Been in airplane?::  god yes116: Fly by helicopter? ::  no I need Christian Grey lulz

117: What concerts have I been to? Cheetah Girls, Hannah Montana, Rascal Flatts, Metallica, Paramore, Amos Lee x3, Carole King and James Taylor, Mason Jennings, Ed Sheeran, Taylor Swift, Guns N Roses, Keith Urban, I think that’s it

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?::  nah119: Learned another language?::  ugh I'm trying it’s so hard120: Wore make up?::   every damn day hoe121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?::  I feel attacked122: Had oral sex?::  I feel very attacked123: Dyed my hair?::  so many times124: Voted in a presidential election?::  yes125: Rode in an ambulance?::  yes126: Had a surgery?::  yes127: Met someone famous?::  yes128: Stalked someone on a social network?:: psshhh 129: Peed outside?:: peeing in bodies of water is one of the great joys of my life130: Been fishing?:: yah131: Helped with charity?:: yah132: Been rejected by a crush?:: indirectly and directly133: Broken a mirror?::  it was awful that’s why I'm cursed134: What do I want for birthday?::  a big booty hoe135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names?::  I want probably three. Okay for a girl: Dixie Lee, Tennessee Lily, (she will go by Lily) for a boy: Bennie James (Jim) 136: Was I named after anyone? ::  a Sandra Bullock character137: Do I like my handwriting?::  sometimes 138: What was my favourite toy as a child?::  Full House139: Favourite Tv Show?::  The Office140: Where do I want to live when older?::  in a state of happiness141: Play any musical instrument?::  the piano142: One of my scars, how did I get it?::  I had surgery143: Favourite pizza toping?::  cheese or pepperoni144: Am I afraid of the dark?:: idk kinda145: Am I afraid of heights?::  yes 146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?::  yes lmao147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?::  lol my life148: What I'm really bad at::  being a human149: What my greatest achievments are::  this horrible blog150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me::  can’t repeat it151: What I'd do if I won in a lottery::  give it all to charity after buying bomb ed tickets152: What do I like about myself::  I make other people happy153: My closest Tumblr friend:: um probably @knox-on-eds-wood or @tea-and-toblerones154: Something I fantasise about::  being a stay at home mom to Ed Sheeran’s baby155: Any question you'd like? I do not like them but don’t actively dislike them

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Ever After High: A Twisted Plot Ep. 1 - Raven rebels for good

Raven was genuinely sure she could have turn the page this once too. After all, she shouldn’t have been too much surprised that Headmaster Grimm bowed his head to Snow White’s request (order) about ignoring her daughter’s big mistake (as well as the ones of Snow herself): in Ever After, biased treatments like that were everyday life stuff. Especially for those, like her, who went against traditions. And yet, while leaving her mother (who still lived in her own world, both metaphorically and literally) and heading towards the Dragon Games arena, the young Queen was far from being serene.

Raven surprised herself, when, in the arena, seeing Apple greeting her with a carefree smile, ended to think that the princess had really some nerve to act like everything was magically fixed again. What happened in the last week kept appearing in the witch’s mind, endlessly. A mood that didn’t help her performance in the game. Raven kept to make Nevermore flying around, unable to focus on a specific target. Her mind was clouded, and Apple’s team had the lead of the game, much to the public’s joy. But when Braebyrn fled right in front of her, having a glimpse of Apple, something snapped in the witch’s head and she urged her dragon to the chase. Thanks to the force of desperation, rather than actual skills, Raven managed to intercept the blonde princess, catching a handful of gems which was the original goal of her opponent. A series of boos erupted from the public: clearly they didn’t like that the villain dared to catch up. Audience’s hostility didn’t help Raven, who was going to abandon the game once again. But Darling Charming, member of her team, managed to pass the ball, waking up Raven from her confusion. For a moment. With the ball in her hands, riding Nevermore and with Apple right in front of her, Raven remembered when, during the opening match, Snow White’s daughter deliberately hurt Darling and then tried to provoke her so that Raven could snap into the villain of her tale. Suddenly feeling herself empty, Raven threw away the ball, catched by Lizzie Hearts, member of Apple’s team. They won in the end.

Raven didn’t stay for the awarding ceremony. At first, she had forced herself to not go away, in the name of sportivness, but when the Headmaster started to praise again and again White family, for the bright example they were for the good guys of the entire kingdom, something inside her just broke. A purple puff of magic and she was gone. Apple noticed,during the game, taht something was wrong, and she would have been happy to find the witch to see what was happening, but Blondie Lockes reached her asking for an interview. Stucked once again in her Royal PR duties, she forgot about her roommate.

Far far way from the school building, leaning on the banister of a bridge in Book End suburbs, Raven tried without succeeding to fight anger and bad thoughts which kept dominating her mind. It was weird, in the worst way possible: Raven never had been the type of person who holds a grudge, especially because she knew too well how it feels when the entire world is against you. This time, however, she couldn’t help to wish to worst for everyone at school. Ok, no one listened to her about letting her mother free, and even her friends helped her only when the damage was already done…  the Evil Queen was still completely crazy and, despite she continued to state otherwise, totally indifferent to her own daughter’s feelings… and, yes, she would have never expected Apple to act like that, and even the rest of the students, at the first sign of problems, returned to hate her pretty quickly… But, really, thinking about it, Raven dealt with this kind of experiences pratically since her birth! What was different, this time?

 “Excuse me” someone suddenly murmured behind the girl, “are you Raven Queen, by any chance?” Interrupted her thinking, Raven turned to see a boy,  apparently around her same age, with golden eyes and dark hair combed in a ponytail long enough to reach his waist. Judging by his clothing, it had to be a commoner, with a simple life and certainly without any Destiny or similar drags. “And you are…?” Raven asked, not too gently. Her mood persisted in to not getting better. 

“Oh! Yo-you’re right, sorry!...” the young boy stammered, embarassed, then he bowed slightly with his head “Hiram Patchfield, nice to meet you. I’m just a farmer who came here in Book End to buy some stuff, and, hum, I just wanted to take the chance to thank you.” Raven widened her eyes. The initial shock was replaced by a slight sense of satisfaction, since that someone for once approved her actions, but… “Thank me for… what, exactly?” “For all the Dragon Games matter. You know, going against the Evil Queen, imprisoning her in the mirror again… You saved everyone. Thank you.” He ended, solemnly. Raven blushed. She was very little used to positive feedback, especially when it was about her behaving good. Hiram frowned: “It must have been difficult. She was your mother, after all.” was his insecure comment. Raven smiled sadly “I gave up long time ago in having a decent relationship with that woman.” She explained. Then why I still go to talk to her?! Asked to herself. Before she could reason on that question Hiram returned to talk: “Sorry. I didn’t want to ruin your day, Raven… may I call you by name?...  Thanks.  I just wanted you to know how much it means for a humble subject that at least one who sit on a throne has a brain under the crown.” “What do you mean?” Raven asked, raising an eyebrow. Hiram leaned to the banister, tilting his head towards Raven “I mean, other people didn’t do exactly brilliant… Grimm, your teachers, your schoolmates… they even accused you for setting fire to the arena, totally randomly… They woke up just at the last moment. Tch! Even Snow White, our queen, the one who should protect every living being under her leadership…  just let your mom free for her own reason. And her daughter? She confessed she was the one who broke the mirror-prison. And in the end, both of them never payed for what happened. Heavens forbid if the fairest ones have to be called out.” Hiram Patchfield wasn’t wrong. Raven thought about it really much, right some moment ago. She would have wanted to defend Apple, but it was pointless. There were no justifications. Neither for Snow White, nor for Apple nor for anyone at Ever After High and surroundings.   All the pain caused by that story had messed up her heart and brain, but… now there was someone who shared her opinion, and by talking with him the young witch had been able to clear up her thoughts. And to voice them: “It’s ridiculous.” She murmured. Hiram kept watching her. “After everything I demonstrated, everything we’ve been through together… it still takes very little to return to page one.” “It’s hard to change your mind when you have the same ideas for generations, I guess” Hiram stated “It still does not justifies all the mess.” “You know” Raven commented “You clearly know a lot. Usually, commoners question traditions even less than the Royals. No offense…” “None taken,  it’s true.  I’m different because my parents were different. They must have found out something when they were younger, ‘cause they never bought the pretty maiden act. And about other fairytale characters? They didn’t have a better opinion. Hex, they didn’t even like to tell me those fables for my bedtime!” “Really?” Raven was surprised. “Yup. Mom always told that they weren’t able to teach anything anymore. And dad preferred to tell me different stories, written in distant lands, where, he said, they still had a sense.” A brief pause “I remember one, especially” the young countryman then said “The Kind Moose, or something like that.” “What was about?” Raven asked, interested“About a kind moose, obviously. Too much kind, I dare to say.” Raven was eager to listen that fairytale. Hiram was eager to tell it.

“It starts with a little bug who asks to the moose to ride on his antlers. The moose, gladly, grants the request, but the bug takes advantage of that and starts to invite other animals. Who invite other animals. Bigger and bigger ones, needless to say. The moose'd want to make them acknowledge that the situation is now very umcomfortable for him, that with all that load is difficult for him to even move, and that his “room mates” could be less loud, especially now that humans’ hunting season is about to begin. But those ungrateful twerps don’t listen to him and they even call him selfish for thinking to his own good, even if he has any right to do so.” Raven strangely felt like she already knew that tale. “Things go down quickly: human hunters appears and, seeing the moose, foretaste a brand new trophy. The poor animal runs as fast as he can, with that drag on the antlers, who even have the nerve of complaining because with all the bumps they can’t get comfy. But what the moose should do, stay still and being captured?” “Of course not!” Raven agreed. Hiram continued: “Somehow, the moose manages to escape and reaches a lake. It would take just crossing it and he would be outside the hunting zone! Buuut the idiots in the antlers forbid it, ‘cause they don’t want to get wet. On the other hand, the hunters approach.” Hiram did a dramatic pause “At this point, exasperated, the moose heavily shakes his head and the antlers, as long as the unpleasant guests,  detache. Unburdened, the moose cross the river and saves his life. Happy ending.”

“Wow.” Raven commented, impressed.  She had a doubt, though: “Wait, what about the animals on the antlers?” “Does it really matter?”Hiram answered back “They took advantage of the moose and it would have been the end for him. Why being worried about them?” finished, with a suddenly harsh tone.  “Anyway” he then announced, melanchonic “I must go now. Sorry if I disturbed you for so long. Goodbye.” “Goodbye.” Raven managed to say. The girl stayed on the bridge, staring at the horizon. Hiram Patchfield, far far away from Book End, took a look on his right hand. It was quickly coloring grey, and in the position of the veins, a pale green luminescence started to grow. “Just in time.” He commented, looking up and… “Cut to the next scene, now.” Uh… ok…

 B.P.: Eh?! Hiram can hear us?! Like Maddie and Kitty…! I thought he was from Snow White’s kingdom, not from Wonderland…

N.N.: Right… that’s weird… but interesting. See? It was worthwhile to explore this story deeper, wasn’t it?

F.N.: Are you realizing you two could have just made another mess?

M.N.: Too late anyway…

 Raven heard a sugarcoated voice calling her, and she turned to see Apple, still wearing her Dragon Games gears, running towards her. The bad mood of some time ago returned. “Apple.” She grumbled. 

“Raven! There you are! Is everything OK?” Raven nodded, apathetic. “You disappeared so suddenly after the match… I looked for you everywhere!” “Right after your exhibition in front of the camera, right?.” “Oh, hum, you know how it works…” “Yeah, I know it too much well.” “Come on, don’t be mad, you’ll be luckier next time...” “Hope that your fans don’t get mad, then.” “Raven, are you sure you’re OK?” “Like you’d care.” “What?” “Nothing.”

 B.P.: Now we have all the part with Crystal Winter…

N.N.: Don’t care. Keep the focus on Raven.

The so-called Epic Winter just made Raven’s mood even worse.  First, she had to bring her mother (inside the mirror)  to some conference… she didn’t even understand about what. Bring her, like it was nothing, like she was a totally normal parent and not a crazy criminal that not too much time ago threatened the entire realm and messed up her daughter’s life. For the nth time. Then, when the father of a certain Crystal Winter freezed the school, everyone demanded Nevermore’s fire to warm them. They thanked her, yes, but that didn’t hel a bit. You’re willing to believe I’m good, when you need something the young witch thought. 

Raven was ready to bet that, hadn’t the Snow King went mad in front of everyone, she would have took the blame for the magic blizzard. Actually, someone made similar comment once they found out that all the chaos was born due to the shards of the Evil Queen’s mirror prison. A mirror shattered by Apple White, but no one pointed that out. Of course. That didn’t make Raven too much willing to listen to Apple about not having anymore a prince for her fairytale. She let her talkig, without really listening, hoping that could finish quickly and asking to herself for how long could have still go on in that school.

Hadn’t Maddie and the others reminded it, Raven would have forgot to go to visit her mother. To think that, some time ago, she would have shivered at the idea... Entered in the Headmaster’s office, she went near the man to sign the register as usual. Milton Grimm, once again, was going to warn her not to touch the mirror. “It’s not to me you have to tell it.” Raven interrupted him, gritting her teeth. Even if he understood the allusion , the man preferred to act like nothing had happened. Looking away from the girl’s cold stare, he told her to hurry up and opened the secret door. Raven climbed the stairs for the basement with even less enthusiasm compared to past times. She knew exactly what would have been the topico f conversation with her mother, the same topic she always talked about, apparently the only one thing she cared about and that, in her delusional state, thought was interesting to her daughter too, no matter how many times Raven tried to make her understand it wasn’t. Arrived in the room, dusty and isolated from the rest of the building, she placed herself in front of the mirror, said a half-hearted greeting and magically on the glassy surface the image of the Evil Queen appeared. “Raven! My child!” the woman said, with sweet but malicious voice. “It’s been a while since your last visit!” “Hm-mmm.” Raven answered, without even trying. Her mother noticed the low interest: “What’s wrong, birdie?” “Take a wild guess.” The girl talked back, emotionless. She didn’t give any detail, she knew it would have been useless. It was always useless.   “It’s for the last match, huh? I know ‘good guys’ can be unsufferable…!” the Queen stated. Raven rolled her eyes. It had been months since that dragonsport match that, whenever someone noticed Raven’s bad mood, immediately connected it to her loss in the game. “Let me guess: you’re conjuring some absurd plot to hijack my opponents next time?” she asked then,interrupting her mother’s gloating. “Huh, well, I… why are you interested?!” the woman asked, surprised and creepily enthusiastic. “Gotta go.” Raven blurted, going backward and rapidly reaching the stairs. “He-hey! You’re just arrived…!” her mother stuttered, watching powerless the closing door. “Raven…?” was the insecure murmuring of the Evil Queen, in the silence of the room.

“Hey Mr. Narrator, lately Raven has been, well, way less wonderlandiful. She talks less and less with the others, especially with the Royals. And even to me, Cedar and Cerise, she says very little… I get that she didn’t like what happened when her mom escaped, but…” Look, Maddie, I’m sorry  but I’m afraid that this time the ending won’t be that simple… Raven’s issues have very deep and old roots, and what happened in the last period is just… oh, there she is. I’m really sorry, Madeline. Have faith. Believe me, you’ll need it. “G-got it…” Everyone was very surprised to see Raven getting out from the tower so soon. Usually, the meetings with her mother never lasted less than fifteen minutes. Raven ignored her peers’ stares. Blondie tried to intercept her, curious for the atypical attitude, for an interview. The only result she got was seeing her MagicPad incinerated by a purple lightning. This could have made the  others thinking she was going to become evil, but Raven didn’t care anymore. Right in that moment she cared only for going into her room and lay on the bed to take a nap.

Reached her destination, Raven grabbed the door’s knob, hoping that Apple wasn’t inside the room. She was. Opening the door, she heard Apple’s murmuring:: “…I dunno it that will be possible…” Raven, suspecting something, took a peek from behind the slightly opened door and saw her roommate talking at her magicphone.  Having an unpleasant dejavu. Apple kept talking: “I know very well what my dulie are, mom, I assure you…” At that point Raven loudly opened the door, announcing her presence. Apple turned hereslf, terrified, while Raven just go near her bed, with an empty stare. “R-Raven! Yo-you came back soon!… “ the blonde princess blabbered, brusquely hanging up. “Just in time, I’d say.” The young witch talked back, gathering something behind her bed “How’s Snow White?” she asked then, with a knowing tone. Apple looked away “Uh… she’s fine. She called me to…” “… suggest you a way to make me evil.” “Raven, I…” “That’s enough.” Raven cutted her off, her voice becoming more and more exasperated “Everytime we go back to the beginning. And I’m to tired to keep going on. With you, with my mother, with the headmaster… with everyone around here.” She got back up again, a bag on her shoulders. Apple was horrified: “Raven, wha…?!” “At this point, it’s clear that I won’t find my Happily Ever After, not here. And I’m going to find it, wheter allo f you like it or not.” Apple was devasted: “P-please, let’s talk about it…” “So that you can convince me I’m the one in the wrong? No, thanks.” Raven was about to exit from the room, but Snow White’s daughter ran in front of her: “Yo-you can’t go away like it was nothing!”she sobbed. Raven clenched her eyelids: “I can’t?” she growled, raising her voice “After everything everyone put me through, after that nothing of what we’ve experienced together was able to teach anything, after you backstabbed me, how do you think I could even just looking people here in the face?!” Apple widened her eyes: “R-Raven… I-I thought we’ve already resolved that matter…” “Sure you did. Very convenient for your coscience, isn’t it?” Apple busted into tears: “You are unfair! If I had been so angry about Legacy Day…” Raven didn’t let her finish. A wave of her hand and a purple cloud covered her, teleporting her to the nearest magic dwell. “I’ll always be the villain to them, in a way or another.” She thought, typing a message on her magicphone “In that case, I rather being that where I can live peacefully”.

Not too far from there, ridde among the woods, a strange figure watched Raven Queen entering in the dwell which would have magically transported somewhere else. A pleased grin appeared on his pale grey face, enlightened by a sinister green light from his eyes. “About time.” He murmured “The boys wouldn’t have waited any longer.”

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First chapter, hope you like it!