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Tales of Home Point: Welcome Home

Eight children were orphaned after a dreadful bus crash stole their parents away from them. They were a loving couple, and although they were...eccentric to say the least, they were good parents.

After the accident, the children's aunt on their mother’s side took them in. She and her husband were extraordinarily rich and sophisticated. They lived in a large mansion with six bedrooms, six bathrooms, a ballroom, a library, an enormous labyrinth magnificent dining hall, and a swimming pool that you’d swear was from a beautiful tropical resort. Many staff served the couple everyday, although they were really just for show.

The aunt and her husband resented the idea of raising her sister’s rowdy little demon spawns. And so they decided; if the children were to live in their home, they would have to make them refined high-class ladies and gentlemen.

The pompous couple started by changing the children’s names, which they had deemed “too odd”. They would now be known as Dominic, Julian, Elizabeth, Katelyn, Ryan, Henry, Clementine, and Sebastian Halewell.

They were made to hand over their charms to restrict them from their animal forms, and to remove the vibrantly colored streaks and highlights from their hair. She then hid them in various places.

A governess was hired to teach them math, make them read long and old books, and teach them how to be proper and perfect.

They were stuffed into fancy clothing; suits, ties, frilly dresses that were sickly pale in color, at least 3 layers of heavy makeup, and shoes that were forbidden to be made dirty. And these were just their casual outfits.

Because the aunt hated the children’s father, anyone from their paternal family was banned from having any contact with them. Those ruffians would only hinder her plan to make perfect children. She was hellbent on succeeding where her parents failed. No niece or nephew of hers would end up like her sister.

This was easier said than done though, especially for the oldest girl.

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December 31st, 2013

“Elizabeth,” Victoria Halewell flatly addressed her eldest niece, not even looking at her, “elbows off the table. Why must I remind you everyday? And please, no slouching at the dinner table.”

Eleven year-old Elizabeth Halewell internally groaned as she sat up straight. She glanced around at her siblings before briefly making eye contact with Du-no, that’s not his name anymore, you should know this by now-Julian. He quickly looked back at his food, probably hoping his bigger sis hadn’t seen him looking pitifully at her. She smiled lightly, grateful for some sympathy.

God, she hated this house. Day in-day out, it was always the same; “Elizabeth, get that ugly little piece of hair out of my sight.” “Elizabeth, please walk like a normal person. Your feet point to the sides and it’s very awkward to look at.” “Elizabeth, don’t touch your face. You’re ruining your makeup.”

“Elizabeth,” John’s stale voice interrupted another one of her episodes of resentment. “Will you quit that fidgeting? It’s making us all incredibly uncomfortable.”

“In fact,” Victoria added, “why don’t you just excuse yourself? If you’re not going to eat then don’t ruin meal time for the rest of us.”

Elizabeth, doing the best she could to “properly” remove herself from the scene (which failed and got another pointer from her aunt because, you know, Elizabeth was Elizabeth), kept her head down as she trudged up to one of the bathrooms to wash the makeup off of her face. She looked at herself in the mirror as mascara tricked down her face. Pathetic. she thought.

She then went to her room, closed and locked the door, and plopped face first onto her bed and groaned. Another night in my personal luxurious prison cell. All by myself.

She and her other siblings were all designated to a certain room. Her brothers, Dominic, Julian, Liz-no-Ryan, Henry and Sebastian all shared a room with twin mattresses. The two of the triplets, Henry and Di-get it right kid-Sebastian shared the bottom bunk since there was an odd number of boys. Her sisters, Katelyn and St-Clementine, the other triplet, also shared a room with twin mattresses.

Elizabeth slept in a bedroom alone. It was John’s way of getting her to behave. She was always isolated from the rest of her siblings because of her...faults. No, not just her siblings. Her aunt and uncle basically ordered everyone in the house to completely ignore her very existence unless she did something wrong. And it wasn’t going to stop unless she got her act together and erased her stupid flaws. Julian would occasionally try and sneak away to visit, but Aunt Victoria quickly put a stop to that.

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January 1st, 2014

Elizabeth jolted up from her bed. She heard something. It sounded like...singing? She glanced around. Then she saw it. A small red something. It was hovering above her bedroom balcony. The second she blinked, it was gone. But the singing continued.

Originally, Elizabeth tried to block out the sound. But, after numerous failed attempts to muffle singing under her pillow, she found herself on the balcony. She sat, legs crossed, on the steel railing. The view was nice, even if she hated everything else about her living situation, she still loved to look at the snow as descended onto the ground. Between the clouds, the moon shined exquisitely in the sky. If only she could get closer to it.

Then, she heard it again.

What is that? Elizabeth wondered, Why is calling me?

Calling. That was the best way to put it. Like a siren, it cried to her, and Elizabeth wanted to find it. Badly.

Elizabeth stood on the balcony, stepping away from the rail. Then, she jumped over, flipped, and landed gracefully onto the top of the rail. With her arms out for balance, she turned left and stepped across the thin iron like she was walking on a tightrope. She looked up, noticing where the roof stuck out above the balcony door. She stepped towards it, then she leaped. She got a firm grip on the edge and skillfully climbed up.

Elizabeth was now on the roof. The wind sped through her hair and made her dress flap like mad. Flakes of snow whirled like a tornado around her. It was cold, but she didn’t care. Her eyes were locked on the prize.

The glowing red something was about ten feet away. Elizabeth took one step, and it flew towards her. Elizabeth braced herself for impact, but felt nothing. She opened her eyes and gazed mystified at the something. A little red triangle that dangled from a silver chain.It was her charm.

Her stolen charm! It was here, right in front of her face!

The small ruby triangle zipped around her body. It seemed to be studying her. Then it slowly flew in front of her face again. Suddenly it zoomed away. Elizabeth bounded after it.

You’re not getting away from me! Not again!

The charm dashed to every corner of the roof. Elizabeth chased it relentlessly, vaulting over the chimney, jumping across gaps in the roof, and sliced throw the cold snow as the sky dumped it upon her. That charm was hers.

Suddenly the charm stopped. Elizabeth caught up with it at the highest point of the roof. She stood confused as to why it stopped. The charm hovered over to her right side, the two links on the ends snapping open and attaching to the pink sash around her waist.

Now Elizabeth was the one glowing. She whipped around, confused and a little bit anxious about what was happening. She felt weightless. She felt herself...changing.

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Elizabeth gazed at herself in the bathroom mirror. She was beaming with pure ecstasy.

For the first time since her parents died, she looked like herself. Short silver hair with green streaks lacing it. A long silver and white horse’s tail. Fluffy gray wolf ears that twitched with excitement. A giant pair of tannish pegasus wings that ripped through the back of her faint pink dress.

Holy crap, this is awesome!

“Welcome back,” purred a voice from behind her. Elizabeth spun on her heel to see a familiar face in the doorway. “Ace.”

No. The coyote man with black and purple hair and shiny blue eyes couldn’t possibly be here. She slapped herself in the face to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. The pain was there.

“Thunder?” she breathed.

“Glad to see you again, third biggest nephew.” The uncle, Thunder, opened his arms for a hug. Ace nearly knocked him to the ground.

After a nice long hug, Trace pulled away. “How did you get in here?”

“Well, it went a little something like this,” Thunder explained. “I got to town by ship. You never knew, but I swing by every other week just to check up on my brother’s kids.” Ace smiled, happy to know that someone cared about him.

“When I got to the house and saw you running around on the roof chasing a red thing like a runaway balloon. Then there was a big white light. So, I snuck in through the window and started looking for you.”

“But, what exactly happened? And why didn’t it happen, like, I dunno, when Victoria made us put the charms in the box in the first place?”

“Beats me. All I know is that you’re here, and you’re back in your animal form.”

“So...what about everyone else? Why haven’t their charms come to them?”

“Maybe it’s ‘cause you’re the only one that hasn’t changed.” Thunder looked away from his nephew. “I’ve seen what those pieces of shit aunt and other uncle of yours have done to them. Their spirits are shattered, their personalities are bleached, and they just look...empty.”

Thunder smiled, giggling like he was drunk. Trace cocked his head, making him choke out a laugh.

“But, you...you’re just like Venice. You’re tough, stubborn, smart-mouthed, you do that thing with your head when you’re confused...you’ve got your dad’s charm, kid!”

Ace shuttered internally. This was getting too sappy for him. If he didn’t change the subject soon, he’d be crying.

“So...what’s next?”

Thunder ceased his monologue and pulled himself together.

“I’m taking you home.”

Ace’s eyes lit up, but then they dimmed again. “All of us?” Thunder shook his head.

“I’ve only got a change of clothes for you. The sad truth I’ve learned is that...they won’t leave. Not while under Victoria’s control. They’d rat me out the second they see me. And you, you can’t stay here any longer. You’re hard, but you’re not indestructible. I don’t want my brother’s closest child to end up like the rest of them.”

“But what about my siblings? Can’t we tell them where we’re going?”

“Well,” Thunder said, “there is one...”

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“Rusty!” Ace whisper shouted as he shook his brother awake. Julian, or rather, Rusty, grumbled.

“Ugh...Sebastian...what do you want…? Go back to bed...”

With a grunt of impatience, Trace grabbed Rusty by his night shirt’s collar and slapped him in the face. Rusty’s eyes burst open as he plopped back into his pillow.

“Ow!” Rusty sat up and rubbed his cheek. In that few seconds, he went from grumpy, to enraged, to stunned.

Ace was still in his animal form, but was wearing a red hoodie, blue jeans, black and white sneakers and had his hair up in a loose ponytail. The green streaks were clearly visible, as was the chain with his charm dangling from two belt loops.

“Morning, sunshine.”

“E-Ace? What are you doing up this early?” Rusty put his glasses on and looked at his clock. It was 3:35 AM.

“I, uh, just wanted to let you know that...I’m leaving.”

Rusty, much like Ace, cocked his head, bewildered. “Leaving? Where are you going?”

Ace didn’t hesitate. “Thunder is giving me a lift back to Home Point-”

“Thunder?!” Rusty hissed.

“Yeah, Uncle Thunder. You know, that one guy we’re supposed to hate? Dad’s brother? Don’t pretend, Rusty, I know you talk to him too.”

By now, Rusty was out of bed and looking at his oldest younger brother with eyes that pleaded for him to say that he was joking. Ace, in return, gave him a look that said that he wished he was.

“Please don’t tell anyone.” Ace said to break the silence. Rusty stared at him for a few more seconds.

“Why not?”

“You’ve seen how the other six are, you’re the only one I trust not to tip off Victoria. Besides I already forged my own dummy in my bed-why are you looking at me like that?”

A smile had cracked across Rusty’s face. “I always figured you’d be the first to leave. Okay, I’ll keep your secret. That is, of course, if you can keep mine.”

The moment he saw his brother tilt his head was the moment he rolled up his sleeve to reveal his arm brace, fashioned by a softly glowing citrine triangle. Stars were now in Ace’s eyes.

“You, too?”

“The thing had me running all around the labyrinth. It stopped a few times to let me catch my breath. I’m pretty sure it was making fun of me. Then I had to go out and buy a wig to hide my hair.” Rusty pulled off his wig to reveal the golden streaks in his pitch black hair.

“So why didn’t you leave?” Ace inquired.

“Someone would’ve noticed. I guess I’m a tad too good at pretending to be someone I’m not, and now they like me. You, on the other hand…”

His brother met him with an eyeroll. “Yeah…”

“But, the other thing is, you’re braver than me. I’d be so overwhelmed by the pros and cons of booking it for Home Point that I’d have to slam my face into a sink of cold water. You’re not a wimp like me.”

“Ah, shyuddup, you’re not a wimp. You had the audacity to exclude me from Twister, remember?”

Rusty smirked at him and pulled him into a hug. Ace gladly returned the favor.

“So long, my dude.”

“Good luck, my good man.”

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It was the crack of dawn. The wind had calmed down as Trace and his uncle strolled down the North Dakota street. They were fairly under dressed, Ace being his human form and still in the dress his aunt had stuffed him into, but they weren’t bothered too much.

Thunder, back in his human form, was wearing a black leather jacket, blue jeans, and a blue scarf. His hair remained black with purple edges.

“So...uh,” Ace said to his uncle, “where are we going?”

“To meet Spencer.” Thunder replied.

“Spencer?”

“My wife. She’s waiting for us at the docks.”

“You’re married?”

“With a kid. Kinda. I’m actually her stepdad.”

“How old?”

“Seven year old little rascal. But she’s really sweet once she starts to like ya. Name’s Pip.”

“What’s she into?”

“Demons.”

“Interesting topic. Please, go on.”

The two chatted until they had reached the harbor. There, a blonde woman with rosy red tips ran up to them. At least, until she slipped and face-planted into the snow.

“Is that my aunt?” Ace inquired, completely unfazed.

“That’s your aunt.” Thunder replied.

“Is she seriously wearing a T-shirt during January? In North Dakota?”

“She’s Canadian.”

“Lucky…” Ace grumbled, embarrassed to be twitching in the cold.

Once Spencer had gotten up and situated herself, she continued her trek to her husband and nephew, more carefully this time.

“Hello, husband.” She said, putting herself up on her tiptoes to kiss Thunder on the cheek, as Thunder was pretty tall.

“And hello there!” She exclaimed, bending over to see the boy with her husband. “You’re Ace, right?”

The eleven year-old nodded and Spencer continued.

“Thunder’s told me all about you. I’m so sorry about what happened to your parents.”

“It’s okay. I’m over it.” Ace lied as he shrugged. Spencer obviously didn’t believe him. “Mostly.”

“Let’s change the subject, shall we?” Thunder quickly intervened. Ace and Spencer awkwardly laughed it off and thanked him.

After about four years of being trapped in Victoria’s mansion, Ace was elated to see a Dungeoneeran ship again. When Spencer asked if he wanted to to meet her in the crow’s nest, the immediate answer was “Oh my god, YES!” The two reverted to their animal forms and climbed to the top of the ship.

Spencer was a squirrel and panda hybrid. She had a purple squirrel’s tail and ears, and big purple spots around her eyes. Her hair was long and pink, still with the rosy red tips, and she wore a white T-shirt with watercolor hearts on it, blue leggings with stars, and fuzzy brown boots. On her arm was a bracelet that held her smokey quartz charm, as well as smaller charms that were designed to be fruit.

“So, the reason I brought you up here,” Spencer said to Ace once they reached the crow’s nest, “I wanted to give you something.”

Spencer pulled a blue cloth from out of her front pocket. The cloth was an hombre of shades that started rather dark from the top, but was lighter at the bottom. And no matter which way you turned it, the order of shades was always the same from top to bottom.

“We told Pip that she was going to meet you on New Year’s day, and she really wanted to give you something. But the kid’s all worn out from staying up all night and fast asleep at my mom’s house.”

“So...what is it?” Ace asked, curiously examining the gift.

“It’s phantom’s fabric.” Spencer continued. “It gives you the power to become invisible and faze through walls. I tried it myself.”

Ace tied the cloth around his neck, making it a bandana. The material felt quite nice, he had to admit.

“Where did she get this?”

“Thunder mentioned that Pip likes demons right?” Ace nodded. “Well, she has a little demon friend who is actually her age. He gave it to her to give to you.”

“I’ll never take it off.” Ace said, beaming.

After a few minutes, the entire ship was engulfed in pink fog. Spencer and Ace became excited knowing what was coming next.

“HEY, GUYS!” Thunder called from the deck. The two in the crow’s nest made their way down to hear what he had to say.

“We’re almost to the whirlpool. Grab onto something sturdy.”

Ace dashed to the front of the ship and fastened his grip on the rail. After a few moments of eager anticipation, his eyes widened at the bright glow to the whirlpool.

The ship drifted right across it, and then the circling started. Thunder turned the wheel slowly in the opposite direction to keep them from going down too fast.

This is it, Ace thought as the water was nearly at his level. I’m never getting chained down, again.

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