#running away in pure chaos while the whole island goes up in flames
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𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 —— 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 !
❛❛ Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. ❜❜ — Iain Thomas
001. 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒓…
sun or moon?
stars or clouds?
sea or sky?
sunrise or sunset?
early morning or late night?
snow or rain?
pastel or primary colours?
hot chocolate or coffee?
dusk or dawn?
baths or showers?
swimming or running?
singing or dancing?
paperback or hardcover?
misty mornings or rainy mornings?
soft pillows or hard pillows?
pop or punk?
002. 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆…
… forced to choose between saving your best friend or yourself, what would your choice be?
❛ My best friend. ❜ It seems as though there’s a lump in her throat as she speaks, her voice sure and strong. ❛ Far more readily than I would save myself. It’s --- It’s not right. It wouldn’t be right for me to --- for me to not save her, save them. ❜ She goes silent for a few more seconds, her eyebrows raising as she asks a simple question. ❛ Why, what did the others say? ❜
If ever you’ve already asked a question but already know the answer, it’s this one: Dorcas suffers from chronic heroism, and would save her best friend far more readily than she would ever consider herself worth saving. There’s no ‘forcing’ about it - Dorcas would choose others over herself in a heartbeat.
… trapped on a deserted island, who would you want to have with you?
❛ Probably Calliope or Emmeline. Maybe, maybe Lily. Or Alice. I mean, it’s kind of impossible to choose, right? You can have someone you get along with, or someone who you know is better at magic than you, or someone who knows stuff about surviving on a deserted island, or literally anyone famous. ❜ Dorcas shrugs. The question is more casual than the others, and her shoulders droop as she breathes in and out deeply.
… able to turn back time and given the chance to change one thing, would you?
❛ My - my brother. I’d go back, for my brother. So I could save him. Or die in his place. Anything. Just - my brother. He should be here. ❜ Her voice is panicked, now. It’s a question she hadn’t been expecting, and she knows traveling through time is possible - time turners - but she doesn’t trust herself to use them. She doesn’t trust herself to save him without breaking everything. She didn’t save him the first time. What’s to say fear won’t paralyze her again?
… able to see the future, would you try to change it, or let it happen as it should?
❛ I mean, if things are happy in the end, I’d probably let it happen as it should. But i’s not about me or my happiness. If the people that I love are happy, then I’d keep it the same. But I’d change it in a heartbeat if I knew the end of all this was anything but simple, pure happiness for any of them. ❜
If Dorcas knew what would happen to her, to her friends, her life wouldn’t be the thing that she’d want saved. No. Marlene dies soon after she does - they think it’s by Travers and his crowd, but nobody ever finds out. He gets her entire family. There are no more McKinnons that will ever grace the grounds of Hogwarts. Gideon and Fabian Prewett - brave, strong, good - are killed by five Death Eaters that same August. The ground becomes hallowed, sacred, and nobody can speak their names without thinking of Molly - poor, dearest Molly. Lily and James have a son, they get to be happy, but they’re locked away in Godric’s Hollow, and it’s there that they die, only months after Dorcas had. Their son lives, but his life is scarred, and set out for him, already. The life of a martyr. Sirius wastes away in Azkaban, and when he gets his only taste of freedom, it’s tinged by imprisonment in a house he never wanted to call home again in his life, and then he dies, and there’s no body to bury. Peter’s a traitor, until he has one moment - one shining moment of humanity - and then he is dead by his own hand. Remus lives an entire life without his best friends, goes near mad with the grief of that loss, and after finding Sirius again, he loses him so soon, and then dies himself, too.
Emmeline lives. She gets to live, for a shining, glorious number of years, but they’re numbered. They’ve always been numbered. He comes for her, as he came for Dorcas, and she dies in the street. Alice is tortured into insanity like Frank is - they become Aurors and are successful pillars of the community and then it happens. They get their happiness, their son, but it is ripped away. He’s raised by his grandmother - formidable and strict, always criticizing him for not being the father he’d never known. Nobody ever knows what becomes of Regulus Black. Nobody ever talks about his story, or how he’s a good person, in his own way. Andromeda and Ted get married. They have a daughter, with a name as long and complex as Andromeda’s own, but then Ted goes away. He goes into hiding, and he doesn’t come home. His name is on the list of deaths announced on the radio, and Andromeda’s world stops, too, when she loses her daughter as well. Emma Vanity has a career in Quidditch - she lives through both wars, and is happy. She’s not untouched by the ravages of war, on either front, but it doesn’t hurl her into the waves like it had with the others. Lucius and Narcissa live. Lucius, imprisoned for far less years than he deserves, gets a pardon at the very end of things - they both see their son grow up, see the son they had raised to be a snake marry, and have children of his own. Mary survived, but, God, at what cost? At what cost? She loses her best friends, her family.
Severus dies as he had lived - hopelessly in love with Lily Evans, staring into the last piece of her has left - her son’s eyes, but he has become someone not even Dorcas would recognize - a man of casual cruelty, who bullies young Neville Longbottom until he’s his worst fear. But there are no more McKinnon’s. No more Meadowes. No more Prewett’s. No more Black’s. No more Tonks’. The war that they had thought would be final isn’t. They are raised to become soldiers, some less touched by this reality than others, but it comes to them in the end, and one by one, their lives are torn apart. But, in the end, they get to be happy. There’s happiness even in their failure to surely end things. They don’t get to live until their eighties, sit back on their rocking chairs and reminisce about the old days. They die young, but some of their children live. They fight like hell to live, but they do. It’s the question of whether or not it’s worth it. They are children born to be soldiers, who bring soldiers of their own into the world without knowing it. Harry Potter is saddled with a fate worse than death - he’s raised like a pig for slaughter, and people don’t talk about that enough. He survives, he wins, but at what cost? Nightmares, pain, horror? For the rest of his life? His scar may not hurt anymore, but his limbs ache, and he remembers the feeling of someone in his mind more vividly than he ever wanted to. His friends, his friends, die. Fred and George Weasley? Dead. Remus? Dead. Tonks? Dead. Colin Creevey? Dead. Happiness isn’t something easily measured - they are happy, but it’s always tinged by the fact that a lot of their problems haven’t gone away. Psychologically, the harm of war stays with you forever.
Dorcas would want everyone else to live. She’d throw herself in front of that Killing Curse for anyone, for anything. If she knew, she’d want everything rewritten. It would begin and end with her, nobody else, and she’s so foolishly optimistic that it might actually work. But the thing is she doesn’t know, and if she did, she’d surely go mad with the weight of it, but that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t change it - just that she wouldn’t be the same. And in the end, when she dies, she isn’t the same as we know her now. She still doesn’t kill, but she’s raised her wand far more times than she ever thought she’d have to, and she still holds out hope for everyone, but it’s not rose tinted anymore. The sad truth of the matter is that right now, she’d die for any of the people I mentioned above. Any of them.
003. 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔…
what’s your character’s myers-briggs personality type?
INFP — The Mediator
Mediator personalities are true idealists, always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. While they may be perceived as calm, reserved, or even shy, Mediators have an inner flame and passion that can truly shine. Comprising just 4% of the population, the risk of feeling misunderstood is unfortunately high for the Mediator personality type – but when they find like-minded people to spend their time with, the harmony they feel will be a fountain of joy and inspiration.
what’s your character’s alignment?
Neutral Good
Creatures of neutral good alignment believe that there must be some regulation in combination with freedoms if the best is to be brought to the world--the most beneficial conditions for living things in general and intelligent creatures in particular. Creatures of this alignments see the cosmos as a place where law and chaos are merely tools to use in bringing life, happiness, and prosperity to all deserving creatures. Order is not good unless it brings this to all; neither is randomness and total freedom desirable if it does not bring such good. Neutral goods value both personal freedom and adherence to laws. They feel that too many laws may unnecessarily restrict the freedom of good beings. They also believe that too much freedom may not protect society as a whole and encourage counterproductive divisions and in-fighting. They promote governments which hold broad powers, but do not interfere in the day-to-day lives of their citizens.
if you had to use one tv trope to describe your character, what would it be?
Skilled, but Naive or Wide-Eyed Idealist
#sac:task1#( the phoenix flower blooms invisibly out of the white ashes of the sea. )#chill? what? i have none apparently
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Pilot : A New Journey
Just a normal day at the academy, students were enjoying their recess to the fullest, embracing a loud and joyous atmosphere inside the voluminous dining hall. The Royal Academy of Magic and Science, also known as RAMS, is the one and only educational institute established in Oneiric Kingdom, where all the talented young prodigy of respective tribes were gathered under one roof to be equipped with all the essential knowledge and skill to later become the future leaders and warriors of the kingdom.
"Bong!"
The distinct sound of the old bell echoed across every corner of the iconic academic buildings, marking the end of the one-hour recess period given to the students. Gradually, the hall began to lose its noisy ambience as students had already finished their meal and slowly making their way out of the dining hall to continue the second half of their lesson schedule.
However, positioned at the very front row of the dining hall, a group of six female students still hadn’t move an inch from their position, not showing any sign of a rush in doing so as they kept goofing around with each other while munching on their meals.
Sakura : Oi Yena-ssi, can you speed up and finish your meal? It's time already!
Yena : Haha chill out, unnie. What's the rush for? It's not like the teachers gonna be on time anyway.
Sakura : Huh~ I know, but I got Combat class after this. You know what Sir Junho will do to the last person that enter his class, right?
The pure agitation on Sakura’s face sent Yena stifling into laughter.
Yena : Ahh, so that's why you’re freaking out right now. But... if you come to think of it, isn't it a good thing if you get to pair with him for the class? I mean, you get to experience getting your ass kicked by the great Sir Junho, the greatest ex-combatants of IZ-Land. And of course, learn from him at the same time.
Eunbi : But maybe less learning and more pain instead.
Minju : For real, though. Last time I had to pair with him for Combat class, I returned to dorm that day with bruises all over my back. I couldn't even sleep straight that night because of it.
Yujin : Haha seriously, unnie? I mean... no offense, but it's getting hard to trust your story these days since you always exaggerate. Even if I lightly tap your shoulder right now, you’ll say that I almost kill you, right?
The whole table burst into laughter from Yujin's honest comment, making the milky white face of the ice princess turned as red as the lipstick she wore on her lips.
“Don't you have class after this, Nako? You usually leave for class early since you need the front seat every time,” asked Eunbi jokingly.
“Ahh~ unnie! I told you not to mention about the front seat thing again. I'm much taller now compared to last year," said Nako while pouting her mouth.
"And to answer your question, no, my Potions class was cancelled. Professor Yang have a meeting today.
"Ooh ooh, same goes for me. Both my History and Economics class after this were cancelled last minute because the professors are absent. I heard the other students said that they went for a meeting or something," added Yujin.
"Hmm...so, most professors are having the same emergency meeting today. I wonder what do they talk about.” said Eunbi.
The whole table went for a short moment of silent as each of the girls was trying to take a guess on the issue. Even Yena had paused from chewing the baked beans in her mouth just to try and give a thought about the topic. At the moment, only one of them seemed to not be giving a single hoot about the discussion while shaking her leg anxiously.
"Urgh~ screw it! I don’t want to have a broken neck by the end of today’s class, so I'm leaving," erupted Sakura, aggressively picking up her stuff from the table before rushing off towards the exit.
Suddenly, something bizarre happened. All the chairs and tables inside the dining hall somehow began to move by itself. Sakura who was only a feet away from the exit paused her steps in bewilderment as she realized that the entire ground was shaking.
"Y-Yah, what the hell is happening!?" questioned Yena in shock.
All the leftover of their meal spilled to the floor due to the strong-mild earthquake. The intense rumbling of ground also made the girls starting to lose their balance a bit.
"Guys, we need to get out of here! I think the building is going to collapse soon," yelled Eunbi.
The girls nodded to Eunbi's command. They grabbed onto each others' hand and ran towards the exit across the room. Sakura meanwhile still hadn’t move from where her standing, holding tightly to the door handle while waiting for her friends’ arrival to made their escape together.
"Guys, faster!" shouted Sakura from afar, holding tightly to the door handle.
As the ground kept shaking on high rate, the ceiling started to crack with debris pouring on them. Yujin who was on the run while nimbly avoiding the broken tiles, noticed a large pile of concrete about to come off from the ceiling, located precisely above Sakura's head.
"Kkura-unnie, move away from there!" shouted Yujin.
Unfortunately, Sakura couldn't heard her due to the deafening noise of the crumbling wall.
At this point, Yujin couldn't seem to ignore the warning. The concrete piece was only held by a single steel cable before it would completely fell on top of Sakura’s head .
Going by her full instinct, Yujin let go of Nako's hand and dashed forward with an amazing pace. Despite having stumbled a few times by the broken tiles, she was able to avoid as many concrete ceiling that were raining on them like a rocky snow.
However, just a few steps before she could finally reached Sakura, the steel cable holding the concrete had completely detached, causing it to free-fall to the ground by the natural law of gravity.
Running out of time and option, Yujin instantly channeled all her inner energy to channel her special ability. With her gifted ability, she launched herself 10 feet above the ground while effortlessly covering a 15 meter distance with full momentum to smash the concrete into pieces with her bare fist before she crash-landed onto the ground.
"Oh God, Yujin-ah! A-Are you okay? Let me help you up."
Sakura quickly helped Yujin to get back on her feet before they both making their way out of the dining room. After Eunbi, Yena, Nako and Minju also succeeded in making their escape from the dining hall, the girls worked their feet towards the dormitory as instructed by the announcement from the headmaster earlier.
******
As they were running across the bridge connecting the academic building and the dormitory, a loud thud intensified across the island, putting the girls on shock therefore pausing their steps after hearing it. What they saw next as they turned their head around was unbelievable with their eyes. Chills crawled over their spines and a jolt was sent across their body by the frightening scenery that lied upon them. A huge army of dark mages were raining the entire the kingdom with dark magic, creating almost like a spontaneous firework show as the attack collided with the transparent magical barrier that served as a first-line protector of the floating island.
"Shit...that doesn't look good," said Yena, stating the obvious.
"Oh no, we're so doomed now," added Minju, being a bit more paranoid as usuals.
"The dark magic is really strong that the impact when it collides with the barrier causes an earthquake to the whole island," explained Nako, looking terrified and amazed at the same time.
"How much longer can the barrier stands at this rate?" asked Yujin, mouth was half opened while observing the scale of mess they about to face.
Just as Yujin was saying, the barrier started to break little by little. The army of dark mages swamped into the loophole of the broken part of the barrier and later on, in the count of a few seconds on hand, the protective shield had completely teared down, leaving the kingdom with full vulnerability of an attack by the enemy. The dark mages led by their king, Lord Drakka, launched a full force attack toward the kingdom, creating explosions and chaos on every part of the island where local villagers and citizens were scattered all over the place to seek their safety.
With a huge advantage on the enemy’s hand by the surprise attack, a group of tyranny dark mages charged toward the academy and raided the school compound, creating a complete panic situation among the students. The professors along with the entirety of the academy's workforce were all doing the best in their capabilities to provide defense and ensuring the students' safety.
Meanwhile, the six girls remained still on the bridge, truly in awe and at the same time clueless of the steps they should be taking from there.
"Shit, they're coming at us," said Eunbi, stating the obvious.
"Unnie, what do we do now? There's no use for us to hide at the dorm anymore at this rate," asked Yujin.
"Hmm...I say we fight them," replied Eunbi.
"A-Are you serious, unnie? I mean...we're still not ready, we don't have full control of our power yet," said Minju, voice starting to tremble.
"Haha, are you scared, Minju? Don't worry, I'll burn them all for you," said Yena in confidence, lighting up a ball of flame on her right hand.
"Okay, listen. They are coming now and we can't only depend on the teachers to protect us. About what Minju said, I believe we already train long enough and this is the time to apply what we have learnt," briefed Eunbi.
"As you guys can see, we are obviously outnumbered by them. So, our plan here is just to defend ourselves and watch each others' back, at least until the helps arrive."
After the short briefing by the oldest, all the girls had no choice but to gather their courage and stood their ground.
"We'll move by pair now. Yena, you'll go with Minju, Sakura with Yujin, and Nako with me. Remember, watch each other backs and don't split too far with your partner, in case anything bad happen, alright?" reminded Eunbi.
All of them nodded as they understood the clear strategy explained by Eunbi.
"Okay, let's go, Minju-yah!" shouted Yena in confidence.
Truth be told, Yena was also nervous like the friends alongside her, but she also felt excited as she got to test her ability in real fights situation. She started off by engulfing her entire body with flames and flew to the airspace before taking down a couple of enemy with the fireballs shot from her bare hands.
"U-Unnie, wait for me!" yelled Minju with her trembling voice.
For some reason, Minju still didn't move her feet from the bridge. Eunbi who also possessed psychic ability, use her power to read Minju's mind.
"Minju-yah, I know you're scared, but we have no choice now. You need to be confident with your power to be able to defense yourself. As far as I know, you are the best archer in the school, and you also get high mark in combat skills, so I think you are more than ready to fight these bastards. You just need to trust yourself. We can do this," said Eunbi softly, trying to lift up the girl’s spirit.
Minju wiped her eyes that was getting teary after being overly terrified a moment ago. Being the princess of Akua, she channeled her power to form a solid ice bow and arrows by simply freezing the air particle around her. With her forte weapon on hand, she then began to join the fight by shooting down enemies from the bridge, covering Yena’s blind spot in the hectic aerial war ground.
"Damn. Nice shot," praised Yena in awe after a dark mage she was battling with getting struck with an arrow right through its head by Minju.
"Focus, unnie!”
Meanwhile, Sakura and Yujin already moved to the school ground to help the teachers. Sir Junho who were busy fighting, suddenly noticed Yujin and Sakura presence.
"Yujin, Sakura! You aren't suppose to be out here now," said Sir Junho.
"We want to help, sir. We're confident that we can help you to defend the school," replied Yujin.
Sakura who was standing beside her silently nodded as she agreed with Yujin's statement.
Sir Junho was reluctant to allow them to fight, but after considering on how outnumbered they were, he agreed to the offer.
"Fine. In that case, here's the plan. Yujin, you'll cover the ground with me. Sakura, you'll take the aerial side," briefed Sir Junho.
"Got it, sir!" Yujin and Sakura answered simultaneously.
Yujin jumped into the fight straightaway and kicked the enemies’ asses with her tremendous superhuman strength, knocking down every dark mages around her.
Sakura on the other hand, was calmly channeling her energy. The sky began to turn dark above them as if a storm about to occur. Her feet was slowly floating above the ground while her eyes turning fully white, electric charge flowed all over her hand. Using her power, she stroke the dark mages with the blades of thunderstorms she casted from the sky.
On the other hand, Eunbi and Nako rushed to the dormitory to help the students that were trapped inside. The dormitory was on fire as the dark mages exploded the roof with their magic. Eunbi removed all the obstacles that blocking their way using her wind power. Some of the students were too scared to move, so Eunbi used her telekinesis ability to get inside their head and helped them escape.
As they proceed to the ground level, they encountered a group of dark mages moving in their direction. The mages started to attack them by throwing their magic shots.
Nako calmly concentrated her elemental power and strike her palms. A huge boulder emerged from the ground, acting as a shield to protect Nako and Eunbi from the strikes. Nako then stumped her feet, sending a strong waves below the ground. All the dark mages were thrown away by the impact of Nako's attack.
However, no matter how many times they tried to kill the dark mages, it just hopeless. The dark mage kept resurrecting from dead and continued to attack them. At one point, the six girls were starting to get exhausted and losing their focus. Suddenly, Yena got hit by the dark magic and fell to the ground.
"Y-Yena-unnie!"
Minju got shocked after witnessing the incident in front of her. She rushed to the ground to check on Yena's condition.
While Minju was losing her focus on Yena, she also got hit from the back by the dark mages. Her head was bleeding as she was thrown hard to the ground, and soon, her vision became blurry bit by bit.
The dark mages approached Yena and Minju who were lying next to each other, intending to end those girls' life. Yena who was still able to see them coming, but unable to move her body as she was in deep pain. She closed her eyes tightly, ready to accept her fate.
"I-I'm sorry, Minju-yah...I've fail to protect us this time."
******
"Princess Yena, Princess Minju! Are you alright?"
A familiar voice surrounded Yena’s ear while she was closing her eyes tightly, realizing that it must be the voice that would gave her the second chance of sontiinue her live. At the perfect moment before the dark mages could finished them, the royal soldiers made a heroic entrance at the scene where they shot down the luring enemy and saved the girls from a quick death.
Yena who was just getting ready to accept her fate a few seonds ago, opened her eyes with a sigh of relief.
"Oh, General Zhao! You came just in time. I thought that would be the end for us just now," said Yena while lying on the ground.
"The kings has give me order to bring back all six princesses to the palace as soon as possible. They have an important message for all of you," said General Zhao.
Yena just nod to whatever the general said. She was just grateful that she was still breathing air at the moment. General Zhao proceed to gather all the six princesses and bring them back to the palace safely.
All the kings of the six tribes were sitting on their thrones at the main hall of the Oneiric Palace, already waiting to welcome the return of their beloved daughters and the heiresses to their thrones.
"Welcome back, our princesses. We are all very deeply worried about your safety just now. Thank God all of you are still alive."
The kings proceeded to hug their daughters first things first, truly grateful for the fact that none of them were harmed from the attack. The girls also very happy to be able to meet their parents again. Suddenly, Yena remembered something.
"Father, what's the important message that you want to tell us?" asked Yena while being in her father’s arm.
"Oh, about that... I will tell you in a moment, my dear. Princesses, please, take your seats now," ordered Emperor Choi, the king of Pyro nation and the father of Yena.
"As it already came to your knowledge, our kingdom are currently under a great attack of the wicked Shadow tribes. They are indeed a very powerful enemy of us for as long as this kingdom was first established, and I believe today they have came to seek revenge on us over the damned history that happened centuries ago. Here also, I must admit, with the great number of armies they have, along with the dangerous flair of dark magic they possess, we might need a bit more luck on our side in order to defeat them, especially with Lord Drakka as their mastermind. Therefore, after considering those factors in this critical situation, we, the united leaders of Oneiric, has come to a decision that we will send you princesses to the Human Realm for a short while."
The surprising announcement sent all the girls flustered in their seat. None of them had ever been to the human world and never thought that they would have to go in any day of their lifetime.
"B-But, Your Highness...if I may ask... why? What do we have to do there?" asked Eunbi, hankering for a more clear explanation of why the drastic decision was made.
"The decision was made to protect all of you from the attack and also as an insurance to persevere our community in the future. Each of you is the only heiress to our thrones. If anything bad may happen to you within the outcome of this war, then that will mark the fall down of our long-built empire, therefore the deceased of our tribes", explained Emperor Choi.
"But we also want to fight, Father. We can use our power and fighting skills we learnt to help defend our kingdom," addressed Yena in passion.
All the other girls also agreed with Yena. They didn't want to run away to another realm and hiding like a coward while their kingdom was being turned into a pit of clash and bloodshed.
"Forgive us, Princess Yena, but we cannot allow your request. All of you are the most valuable assets to our kingdom at this moment. You might be our only hope to continue the legacy of our empire in the next future. We can’t be certain of what the outcome of this war would be, but in case any of us failed to stand, then you're the one who are destined take our place and bring back glory to our kingdom," told Emperor Kwon.
The six princesses remained silent on their seat. The fact that they would be sent far away from home in a few moment and lived apart from their family in a distinct place was a really hard to swallow pills for them , especially knowing that their parents' life were at high stake in the clash.
"My princesses, please, don't be sad. I promise you, we will still be in touch and we have prepare all your necessity in the Human Realm. You just need to stay there for a while until we put this war to end. We promise everything will be fine and things will go back as they used to be.”
All the girls started to get teary eyes. They would be separated from their parents for a long time and went to a place that was very different from their world. They did not know if they would be able to adapt in human world. Despite all of them possessed power and were physically strong, deep down they were still a young woman who need the love and guidance of their parents.
Suddenly, a loud, thundering noise could be heard from outside the palace, followed with a mild earthquake shaking the ground beneath their feet. Apparently, the dark mages were battling the royal guards at the bridge to force their entry into the majestic house. However, it seemed like the guards would not be able to defend it any longer as the amount and strength of the dark mages was too much for them to defend.
"Quick! Follow us." Emperor Choi and the other five tribal leaders guided them to a hidden door that lead to the basement where the inter-dimensional portal was hidden.
The girls had no choice but to follow the order of their parents. As they hurried down the generous amount of stairs, they could finally saw the teleportation portal that will send them to the human world in the form of big hollow ring sitting on top a square platform. All of them hugs their parents for the last time.
"I'll miss you, Father," whispered Yena to Emperor’ Choi ear as she hugged for the last time. Her voice was trembling as she tried to control her emotions.
"Me too, my princess. Take care. We'll meet again soon, I promise," replied Emperor Choi, while Yena was hugging him tightly.
"And Princess Eunbi, I hope you can become a good leader of your fellow friends there. I believe with the level of maturity you have at your age and also a great value of responsibility, you'll be able to guide your friends and survive there well enough," said Emperor Choi.
Eunbi just nodded her head while trying her best to contain her tears. She knew that she needed to be emotionally and mentally stronger to be able to lead her fellow friends in this new journey. After finished saying their last goodbye, the six princesses stepped onto the designated platform with a heavy heart.
"Best wishes to all of you. We'll be in touch soon."
All six leaders proceed to take their position, circling the platform with the girls standing in the center. They put their hand together while mouthing their sacred tribal chant along with some silent prayers to their late ancestors, gathering a sufficient amount of their elemental energy before before blasting it towards the center of mid-air. As their powers collided, they managed to summon the inter-dimensional gate in the form of a gradually expanding hollow ring, floating on top of the girls’ head with a tremendous scale of energy force field. The earlier stagnant and somber little basement was now illuminated by blinding white lights, together with strong winds whirling across the entire room. As the portal expanded to its limit, signifying it have reached its required amount of energy, a beam of purple light flashed onto the platform where the six girls were standing with their eyes tightly closed and hands locking onto each other’s, teleporting them to a dimension far, far away from their current one within a flash.
After a few seconds, the six girls sensed a new environment around them. It was really calm and quiet, a total far cry from the scene they experienced in the basement a while ago. Only the chirping sound of cicada could be heard, while their nose caught a nature scent of green grasses and wet trunks as soft, cold breeze brushed through their faces. With a mix of nervous and anxious feelings in their chest, the girls slowly re-opened their eyes to uncover the sight of the new world they stepping in, therefore launching off their new journey in what they be thought as the Human Realm.
"So... this is the human world?"
To Be Continued...
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all the broken happy ever afters
WHO: Mason; Shane McCarthy, Sabia, Madison; mention of Puck, Quinn, Ben and Digby.
WHAT: Life goes on, sooner or later.
WHERE: The McCarthy Clan Compound, Oregon.
WHEN: Various points during August, 2017.
WARNINGS: Shane and Mason train, and Shane is kind of a jerk, so if jerky parents and violence in close proximity to each other bother you, tread carefully. By and large, this is not what I would call a ‘fun’ read, but it’s where Mason’s at, so.
WC: 3k or so.
It had started with Mason, falling out of bed. It started with a heavy thud and a moment of confused scrambling out of tangled covers - it started with Mason scrambling to his feet, breathless and bewildered, on the run from a not-so-faceless subconscious adversary.
No, that’s not true. It started with the mirror.
The damn mirror.
It started with the mirror, it started with Noah Puckerman, it started sixty years ago when power, chaos and bloodlust were yoked and harnessed into the Slayer’s Guild, and disparate people were asked to all just get along.
It started with a bad dream.
It started with a threat.
It started with the mirror.
It started a long time before the mirror. It was the same thing that had driven Madison to some abandoned island--maybe, Mason mused, he could blame her for this whole thing. If she hadn’t dealt with the same claustrophobic violence he was feeling by escaping to the Scurrigi’s home, they never would’ve had to have a carnival to raise money for repairing the Scurrigi’s damage, and there never would’ve been a haunted fun house mirror that had forced Puck to reckon with himself, which by witnessing, Mason had made himself Target Number One.
Whoever’s fault it was, wherever it had started, Mason had been on five missions in three weeks.
If he was, really, that Slayer he’d been in the mirror, he might as well act like it. If that’s who he really was; if all of the work he put into constructing a different image and making different, better choices, was just that, a construction, why hide that? If he was a Slayer, why not be a Slayer?
So he’d taken the first mission that came up. Four days in Minnesota, tracking down a herd of flesh-eating cows that after being cured and de-acidified proved to be delicious with a honey-barbeque sauce. He’d gone back out directly after the debrief; two days plus three days of research on a Shapeshifter that had avoided detaining and DNA registration. After the Shapeshifter had been brought in, he went after a werejaguar and captured him before he could turn and ruin everybody in St. Louis’ view of the eclipse.
No matter how bad his mood was, no matter how alien he felt in his own skin, the eclipse had been incredible, and the magic he’d seen some of his family pull off…
Mason had been content to just absorb the energy, and let his sister tease him; she could tell something was wrong, but he was glad she didn’t press him. Back out for two other missions - an ogre had taken up residence beneath the Golden Gate Bridge, and while he was there, could he deal with the nest of flame-beak swallows that had taken up residency at the top of the bridge?
And so, Mason returned home. Bruised and exhausted and, he tentatively believed, safe to return to polite society. He’d felt trapped at NYADA, with nowhere to go with his anger and his defensiveness - he’d come close, several times, to telling Puck to put his magic where his mouth was and just fight him already, but that wasn’t what McCarthys did. They weren’t baited into battle, and Mason wasn’t supposed to care what other people said about him, because other people didn’t matter.
But they did.
Still, he felt spent - spent of the bottled anger that had been brewing since the carnival, spent of the energy to care. He would go back, tail between his legs, and he’d smile and smile and smile, because that’s what he was supposed to do.
When he woke up, there was a note by his bed. It read, quite simply: Meet me in the ring.
It was in his father’s handwriting.
A cold trickle of dread dripped down his spine as he got ready. How had he displeased his family this time? How had he fallen short of their expectations? How had he failed now?
He stood in the training ring, and waited. The sun was above the horizon by the time his father joined him, eyes dark and expression as inscrutable as ever.
“Mason Larch,” his father said, wrapping tape around his hands as he spoke. “What happened?”
Mason knit his brow slightly, not understanding the question. “Sir,” Mason began, one hand tightening on his shillelagh. “I don’t--”
“Don’t tell me you don’t know, Mason.” Shane interrupted firmly. His voice never raised and if Mason hadn’t been on the receiving end of conversations--if you could call it a conversation--like this since he could remember, he might have almost mistaken his father’s tone for concern. Gentleness. “That’s a little boy’s answer. Are you a little boy?”
But Mason had been doing this for nearly two decades, and he knew better than to expect anything like tenderness from his father.
They began to pace around the training ring. In the distance, Mason could hear the Compound beginning to wake up. Someone was singing, someone was starting breakfast.
“Are you referring to a mission?” Mason asked slowly, carefully. His father carried no weapon, but that didn’t mean much of anything when it came to him. It would either be close combat - which Mason hated especially much, when it came to his father - or it would be purely magical training.
“No. Blast.”
Mason ducked the bolt of water, the movement a graceful extension of the side-step circling they’d begun.
He didn’t want to play a guessing game with his father.
He didn’t want to fight his father.
“I don’t understand. Blast.”
Shane met the bolt of earth with a watery shield, and it turned to mud and dissipated, without getting so much as a speck of dirt on his clothes.
“What happened?”
“Crater.”
Shane half-stumbled as the earth rocked beneath him, but he did not fall. Of course he didn’t fall. “Rise and wash away.”
“Retain,” Mason snapped back, and the earth beneath his feet hardened against the swell of water that his father had brought forth from deep beneath the ground.
They kept pacing.
“Answer the question.”
“I don’t know the answer to the question, sir,” Mason insisted, keeping his voice from edging on plaintive. “I don’t even know what the question--”
“Vortex.”
Mason was caught off-guard by the whirlpool that suddenly encircled him - it was bitterly cold and everywhere and there was no way to fight it - it took him off the ground and water was up his nose and the only reason he didn’t drown is because his father released the spell and dropped him to the floor.
He remained on his knees for a moment, soaking wet and shaking, heart hammering a desperate beat against his ribs.
“What. Hap--”
“Cave in.”
Rocks formed above them and dropped heavily, soundly around his father - Shane only avoided being crushed by artful side-stepping and the fact that Mason didn’t have the concentration to hold up the attack for long.
“Get up.”
“I--”
“Get up.”
Mason rose to his feet, slowly. His shillelagh had been whisked away by the whirlpool and was out of his reach.
Like so many other things.
“When I ask you a question, you answer it.”
“Father--” Mason shrugged helplessly, gesturing to the training ring around them; if his father wanted him to have a conversation, why were they in the training ring? More to the point, why did Shane suddenly want to talk to him?
Perhaps to the greatest point of all, Mason didn’t want to talk. He didn’t want to talk about what had sent him from New York to Oregon to five different missions and back again, and he strongly suspected that if he did, his father wouldn’t want to hear him anyway.
“Stalagmite.”
Shane muttered a word and the stones that would’ve raised to jab at him melted back into mud. Shane fixed him with a harsh glare and crossed his arms.
“Use your words, not your magic, Mason. Or, if you must use your magic, can’t you try a little harder?”
Mason set his jaw. “How is this not trying--”
“Tsunami.”
Mason didn’t even have time to react, to defend himself, to abjure it or duck out of the way - the wave hit him like a truck and crashed him into the opposite wall, flattening him. He choked on the water and fell, again, seeing spots. His head had cracked against the wall, but he didn’t think he was bleeding, and that meant he could still fight.
“What sort of McCarthy can’t defend himself? Get up, Mason. Speak or fight, but get up.”
There it was. The anger and disappointment that his entire existence had created - the tone that he’d heard himself use on Quinn, when they trained; that, more than anything, was what had scared him off it.
He didn’t want to be his father. Or, if he did, he didn’t want to be him to Quinn.
He didn’t want to do this.
Aether, he didn’t want to fight anymore.
“Tell me what happened, Mason.”
And there, dripping and trembling and cross-eyed and aching and exhausted, Mason knew what he meant.
“Noah Puckerman threatened to kill me.”
His voice was barely more than a whisper, and he couldn’t look up at his father, couldn’t see the disappointment - that this was what had motivated Mason to go on more missions than was healthy or necessary, that this is what had rattled him, that Noah Puckerman could influence him so easily.
“I see. And did you provoke this threat?”
“No.” Mason looked up at him, equal parts helpless and annoyed and, still, confused about this truth: “All I did was call him by his name, Father.”
Shane, as usual, was unreadable to Mason. “How did you respond to his threat?”
Mason let out a breath and slowly shook his head. “I didn’t.��
“No response is a response, Mason.”
Mason nodded. Not acting was an action, too. “I--I was angry, too angry for--to be around--and I didn’t want--” Mason swallowed. “I came here. I left. That was my response.”
“I see.”
Mason stayed there for a moment or two, waiting for more questions, and when he did cautiously raise his eyes, he was alone.
The strangest part of it all, Mason realized as he sat there and smoothed his hair out of his eyes and tried to shake the droplets off his fingers--before he realized he could abjure the dampness away--was that he actually felt better.
Not physically, maybe; he still hurt, he still had bruises and he ached where a flesh-eating bull’s horn had gouged him, and his ears were still ringing from being slammed into the wall, but…
What was it Ben had said? Let people help you?
Ben had sid a lot of things.
He’d said he loved him.
Had his father been trying to help him?
Mason didn’t know what would happen now. He didn’t know if he’d just triggered a civil war in the guild, and if he had, he didn’t know if they’d win. He didn’t know if his father thought he was weak or if he should’ve said something to Puck about it.
But he felt better, because now someone else knew.
He didn’t have to carry it silently, now.
He stayed there, on the floor of the training ring, until other kids came in wanting to use it, and then he made himself scarce, feeling lighter, barely feeling the injuries he’d gotten during his missions.
Yeah, Mason mused to himself, he was ready to go home.
A few more days of healing and research and resting later, he had his things gathered and was waiting to make the trek to the portal. Or, rather, he was waiting for Madison to be ready to make the trek - he was saying his goodbyes when she showed up, eyes dim and pink around the edges.
“I’m not coming.”
Mason stared at her. “What?”
“I’m staying here.”
Mason felt like gravity had been reversed, but not like how it was whenever he was near Marley--this was unpleasant and wrong, like the whole world was suddenly the wrong-way up.
Madison was wrapping her arms tightly around his middle and burying her face in his chest--she was speaking but Mason couldn’t hear her, either because her voice was muffled or because he seemed to have gone deaf.
“I--I--why--why--”
Madison looked up at him and allowed herself one weak, watery smile. “I’m going to find him.”
Mason stared at her. “What. Find who--”
“I’m--I can’t stay at that school, I--”
“Madison. I’ll--I’ll go with you, I can help--”
“Mason.” She smoothed his hair back, gently, tucking his hair behind his ear. He could feel her opening the bond between them, and he could feel her surety, her reassurance, and more than anything else, her love. For him, for Ben. “They’re keeping me as Slayer, full time. And--and one of the things they’re letting me do is--is find him, Mase, just like we talked about! My first mission is to find Dig and I bet--I’ll find Ben and--and you have to stay at school, Mase--”
“Why,” Mason croaked out. “Why. You can’t, Mads. You can’t do that by yourself! I’m--I’m supposed to help you, Madi, I can’t--you can’t ask me to stay behind while you--I can help! I can--we can find them together, Mads, we’re always better together, I can’t--you have to be there, you have to be with me, I can’t--Mads, I need you. Don’t, don’t do this, just come back with me, please, Madi, please.”
“No,” Madison told him, so softly. She smoothed his shirt and her smile widened, just a little. “You don’t. You don’t need me, Mason. I always needed you, but...maybe you never really needed me at all. We just thought so, because...because of them.”
“I’m always gonna need you, Mads,” Mason protested, weakly. “Are they--is this because of--is this because--do they not think that I can--”
“MaseFace,” Madison interrupted gently. “It’s not about you, it’s--this is me. If--if they don’t think either of us can’t do it, it’s me. Don’t you get it? They have more faith in you than ever! This isn’t--” Madison took a shaky breath. “If this is a punishment, it’s mine. Not yours. Don’t you dare--don’t you dare blame yourself for this, okay? Seriously. This is nobody’s fault. I just--we need--we need this. Both of us. And it’s not like--it’s not like we’ll never see each other again, or we’ll never talk, ‘cause--’cause if you think you’re gonna get away with--” The rest of her sentence was lost to sniffles and Mason realized she’d already shed tears about this.
Mason stared at her and sniffled, and then hugged her tightly to him, burying her face in her shoulder. “I’m going to miss you.” Her arms wound around him, just as tight
“You’ll still see me, all the time,” she reassured him, but her voice sounded shaky as she threaded her fingers through his hair. “I’ll visit, you can visit me.” She kissed his temple and hugged him closer. “But I’m gonna miss you, too. So, so much.”
They stayed there, like if they hugged each other a little tighter they’d finally become one person and not have to separate ever, at all.
“I love you,” Mason said, kissing her forehead before he rested his head against hers. “And I’m scared.”
“Me too,” Madison admitted, closing her eyes. “But we can do it. I’ll be safe and you’ll be smart. We have to, right? I love you so much, little brother, and I believe in you. I believe in us. We can do this.”
Mason let out a breath and hugged her tight again, fitting her beneath his chin. “We have to.” He closed his eyes and tightened his grip. He’d never been apart from Madison, save for their survival tests when they were children, and that was…
Well, in some ways, it was perfect preparation for this. He tried to convince himself that other people, normal people, went to different colleges and made different choices than their twins all the time. That plenty of siblings were separated and it didn’t feel like their insides were pulled through their nose.
But he wasn’t most people, and all he’d ever known was his sister, and how to be her brother. How to protect her. All the things people said - that he was her doormat, that he was only kept around to keep her in line…not only were they not true, they suddenly didn’t matter anymore, because there wasn’t him-and-Madison anymore.
There was just him.
Without that, without Madison…
Who was he?
He was the remaining representative of the McCarthy Clan at NYADA. He was a Slayer; a damn good one, at that.
He was Mason McCarthy.
And for now, that would have to be enough.
Anyone who thought it wasn’t wasn’t worth his time or his energy. They’d just have to accept it, accept him, or get out of his way. And if anyone had a problem with that…
Mason sighed and glanced up at Boreas Tower before he looked back at his phone. It was connected to the NYADA wifi again, and with that he was finally able to take care of the last thing he needed to do, to really put what Puck had said behind him.
Mason blocked him. On every platform.
It was like a digital abjuration, and Mason felt tension begin to ease out of his shoulders. Sure, he’d have to see him in classes, but he’d never get dragged into a stupid unwinnable argument again, and Puck wouldn’t be able to get at him, unless he did it to his face.
And if he did it to his face, Mason wasn’t worried. After all, the Mason-In-The-Mirror was him, too, deep down, and Mason knew what Puck’s mirror-self was.
No, he wasn’t worried.
He could do this. College without Madison, without Ben, without everyone but Sabia at his side. College, alone.
Mason, alone.
He could do this, because he had to.
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