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cattodigiatto · 8 months

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Oc-Tober post!!!

Day 1: “Going on an average day”

I’m using the prompt list made by @icannotreadcursive

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Belle in: An Average Day

The great underground city… it used to be a paradise for beasts, a land of no laws.

But after the Revolution the place had become much more civilized, following the government of the silver fox, who “introduced” the monetary system to the beasts.

This pushed many beasts to pursue less… relaxed goals, many descended to the mines to work for a living -and a little more- others sought less… brute occupations.

The light of the lamps filtered trough the window, reflecting on a golden mirror that sat calmly on the bureau.

From the light a pure white figure emerged, gracefully forming in front of the mirror, born from the reflected light in the room.

The figure slowly took detail, an slender feminine body with lustrous pale-white skin, a silky grey hair formed on it’s head, a finely tailored suit sew itself around the body, gracefully forming each one of it’s folds and seams, of a jet-black color with thoroughly made grey details on the end of the sleeves, and a similarly colored pair of pants, an outfit reminiscent of a successful bureaucrat.

You could mistake this shape as a normal human, a human with perfect manners, strong determination and successful career… of course, they are almost all of that, but this person is no human, proven on it’s eyes, that loose all and any type of detail, no more than a reflective, smooth surface showed on it’s eye sockets.

This figure, who existed under the name of “Belle”, is a mirror beast, getting ready for yet another “day” of working in the beautiful city that is this underground conglomerate- of course, beauty is subjective.

“C’mon!” She tugged again at the gate, it was getting rustier and rustier with every week “Arg! -snap- There we go”

The old rusty gate went up, revealing what was a beautifully decorated… hair salon! How else could a “Perfectly” functioning mirror thrive in a society, located in the comercial street -the high-class, wealthy one- of the city, was the “Morphean Dream” a hair salon attended by the most wealthy families of beasts in the city, and some of the rest citizens.

Behind the crystal front, with the logo of the salon shown in one of the windows, the salon was decorated with radiant, white walls with black stripes at the bottom of them, a black-n’-white checkered floor, and an eye-catching monochromatic chandelier illuminating all.

From the entrance, at the left wall you could see various “base hairstyles” images stuck to it, with two black couches and a small table with lots of cheap magazines sitting on the floor. At the right wall, a half-wall, giant mirror with golden edges rested, at the foot of it the white-colored bureaus with various hair-dressing items, in front of each one was a rotating chair of a familiar black color. At the back wall, a door to the backroom stood on the left, while a hair-wash station sat at the right corner.

“Okay, time to get things started” Bell walked to the back and turned on the lights.

As usual, things worked slow in the salon, there were three chairs but always only two or three people in the building, Belle being one of them, for more grand and known that her hair salon was, there were only just so many beasts with the cash to afford… or the willingness to do it, many just cut their hair themselves or outright didn’t do it, those where Belle’s less favorite.

The bell on top of the door sounded to life as -finally- a client entered the salon, a young-looking girl walked with a collected smile, beautiful, long loose-curly style burgundy hair graced the air as she walked, her pale skin glowed under the radiant light of the chandelier her crimson eyes spotted Belle instantly.

“Good evening… Is it open yet?” She asked, stopping in her track as soon as she noticed she entered without asking.

“Of course sweetheart” Belle responded “Thank Kad you are not a pure-blood, you would be dust already otherwise”

“Oh don’t mention it! I’ve been working on remembering” The young mistress chuckled.

“So, what will it be today sweetie?” Belle asked, getting ready a chair for the girl.

“I was thinking… maybe I could try another style this time” The girl said sitting on the second chair, the mirror in front reflecting nothing of her.

“Another style? Anything in mind?” Belle tied the barber cape around the her neck.

“I was thinking maybe something… short, something like… something like…” She tried to put her thoughts on word, but simply couldn’t.

“Let me help” Belle said as she lowered herself to her head level behind the chair, the reflection of the mirror, which initially showed Belle alone started to morph, the grey hair in the reflection took a more burgundy coloration and grew, from the short, straight hair to a long, loose curl style, part of it took a pastel red dye, just in the front, combed to the side of her face, face that gained a more skin-like tone, almost pale as a paper. “So, how short did you want?”

“Hmm… let me see chin level” The girl said, showing no reaction to the miraculous transformation that happened in the mirror, why should she? This was the reason she preferred the salon over her own home.

The figure on the mirror, which mimicked perfectly her head, changed once again, the hair decreased in length, stopping at exactly chin level.

“Okay…” The girl thought about it “A bit longer… with a finger wave around, the dyed strand to the contrary direction”

The reflection changed once again, the loose curls relaxed and took a continuous wavy form around her head, the pastel red dyed strand of hair did similarly, but waved to the right “how’s that?”

“Hmm… yes, I’ll do that this time!”

“Very well” The reflection lost itself as Belle stood up, she grabbed a water spray bottle, a pair of golden scissors and began the process.

The seconds became minutes as Belle did her job thoroughly, so focused on making the beautiful hair in front of her look as her client wished, aesthetics were her camp, to do some eye-candy, to work to please her clients, after all hair is one of the windows of true self… or so she thought.

Setting a Hair salon in the underground city was a hassle, to get her name be known even more, she had started as a security guard for one of the most wealthy families in the city! Using her mirrors as a way to keep watch around, but after some years she found herself more and more uninterested in the job, the routine was much too lonely for her, and much more violent.

So one particularly tragic night, she left, she didn’t owe that family anything, if something, THEY owe her. She started to set the hair salon, it was even more lonely and static at first, until her first client entered, why, if it wasn’t no one else than the young lady of the mansion she worked at!

“So, how is the master doing?” Belle asked, trying to start a small conversation, she knew the girl wasn’t to prone to initiate a conversation, but was very into following them.

“Father? That old man is doing his own act back at home, staring at the city creepily from the balcony” The girl chuckled.

“Oh… I didn’t know he took on more… eccentric hobbies” Belle sprayed the hair once more to finish cutting.

“Hah! As if! He says he’s getting too old for many things, the other day we have a break-in, a suspiciously skilled human”

“Really?” Belle was genuinely surprised, her replacement was very good at his job, she knew that “Is everyone okay? Was it a hunter?”

“Of course we are, there’s few things that can overpower us after all!” The girl laughed, carefully to not move much “it wasn’t a burglar tho, just a misdirected girl searching for a big evil”

“How rude! Did she went to you because-“

“No no! It was actually a ratter serious matter for the overground, humans were disappearing here and there, honestly, something so powerful to do that is worrying”

“I see”

“Anyways, dad stood in front of her, had a violent encounter, he didn’t suffer significant damage, but still… he is not the same count as he was 200 years ago…”

Belle fell slightly sad about it, she knew how long that man has lived, so many years do take a hand on you, immortality or not.

The session continued rather silently, with Belle doing her job, the girl seemed in a meditative state, good for the work, but Belle still felt a bit worried, 67 years had passed in which she saw this girl on her day-to-day, such a young lady she was, and yet so much had she lived trough…

“Well, it is done darling” Belle put done her implements, the image on the mirror quickly changed, taking once again the traits of the girl, her pale skin, sharp, glistening fangs as she smiled, her hair now sporting a beautifully burgundy color in a vintage finger wave style, the dyed hair in red pastel did the same, but to the right instead of left.

“Oh Belle… have I told you how magic your work is…?” The girl said, looking at her hair with longing and appreciating eyes.

“Enough for me to know it’s true”

“Oh my… I simply can’t thank you enough!” The girl said as she caressed her new style, it was nice to try new things, even more when you have lived 200-something years. She quickly collected herself “How much will it be?”

“59 Saints sweetie, it was a simple work” To Belle it hurt to charge her, considering she helped her to get a clientele, but she had never accepted any type of offer! -“Your work always deserves full payment, you charge too low too!”- it’s what she always said… and Belle had to put this salon for a reason too of course…

“Very well” the girl took out her wallet, and the 59 saints, she passed them to Belle, grabbing her hands as she did so “I still think you should charge more”

“Oh Elly… sweetie you know I don’t do this only for cash” Higher prices meant a less accessible business for many, Belle knew this, she preferred to have people enter her salon, to have the opportunity to grant one of their wishes, not just stare from afar.

The girl looked at her “I know… thank you again, I will see you soon! I meant to finally get dad to leave the darkness of the mansion! haha!”

“Come back anytime! I’m sure we can give him an actual style!” Belle couldn’t help but follow up the girl’s little joke, she was always so eager for a good laugh… you wouldn’t think she’s the same young girl that was almost hung for…

Anyways, Belle looked at the clock “3 hours!?” She was amazed, how could she take so much time in a simple cut and stylization? In moments like this she was glad her clientele was very selected, imagine the stress that would mean to have a line waiting for a haircut, yes, she can always make more of her to help around, but still, maybe that was why her works where always so perfect, with the time and calmness that her works needed…

She grabbed the broom and swept away the remaining burgundy hair, the “day” was not over yet and she had to keep the place lean for her next client… if it came today of course…

So that was my first entry for Oc-tober 2023!

This is my first time doing this, so any type of advice is really welcomed!

With that said, Catto’s out!

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everything-person · 5 years

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Not All Talk part 2

Summary: Best friends plan their lives together from time to time. It’s all pretend, just for fun. Until its not.

You can read the first part here.

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Emma dropped the last box on the floor. She stretched her aching muscles before collapsing on the couch letting her legs dangle over the arms.

"We still have unpacking to do, love." Killian leaned over the back of the couch, looking down on his best friend.

"We can do that tomorrow," she replied with out even opening her eyes.

"Then we have to at least organize the furniture."

"Let's do it tomorrow."

"Is tomorrow going to be your answer for everything?"

"Ask me tomorrow."

Killian let out a huff before rounding the couch and plopping down next to her head. He looked around the space. It was small place but it was theirs. "We finally did it. We moved out and got an apartment. We are now roommates."

"Yup. And I say as our first day in our apartment we have done enough work and should take the rest of the day enjoying our place."

Killian smiled. "There's a sandwich shop down the street. How about we grab lunch?"

"That sound great," Emma replied sitting up.

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"Swan!"

Emma looked up from the book, she's been trying to study. She heard footsteps coming her way before Killian opened her door leaning on her doorway. "I thought you were going to do the dishes today?"

"Oh yeah. Sorry. I'll do them tomorrow."

"You said that yesterday, love."

"I'm sorry. My classes have been picking up and work is crazy-"

"Forget it lass. It's okay." Killian left closing the door without looking at her.

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"Killian!"

Killian heard his name over the sound of gunfire coming from the tv. He averted his gaze from his show to see Emma emerge from her bedroom and make the short walk to the living room. Pausing his show he asked, "Swan?"

"Can you keep it down?"

Killian raised a questioning eyebrow at this. He didn't think it was that loud.

"Come on, Jones. I'm trying to take a nap before my shift. You don't need the volume on 40."

"Lass I only have it to 25. If I turn it down I won't be able to hear them talking."

"Can't you watch it later then?"

"I'm in the middle of an episode. Let me finish this then I'll turn it off."

"Fine," Emma huffed returning to her room. Killian didn't turn it off after one episode.

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"SWAN!"

Emma nearly dropped her laptop on the floor at the sound of her name. She looked up to find a wet Killian standing at the entrance of the hallway wearing nothing but a towel clutched around his hips. "What the hell Killian?"

"Did you by any chance take a shower today?"

Emma's face scrunched up in confusion. "Yeah. I took a shower."

"You couldn't be bothered to inform me you used all the hot water. Again."

"How was I suppose to know? The water was still warm when I got out."

Killian looked like he was going to say more but stoped himself. He let out an aggravated sigh while pinching the bridge of his nose. Dropping his hand he looked back at her, "How about just warn me everytime you take a shower?"

With that he went back to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

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"JONES!!"

His head snapped up from the book he was reading at the sound of his name. Only a fews seconds later Emma burst in the door.

"Where did you put the mail that was on the counter?"

"I put it in the bin. It was all junk mail."

"My check was in that pile," Emma screeched.

Killians eyes widen slightly, realizing his mistake. "Oh."

"Stop cleaning shit up! This is like the fifth thing of mine you've 'cleaned up' and has been thrown away or just disappeared."

"Swan it's just in the recycling."

"That's not the point." Emma left the room slamming the door.

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"SWAN!"

Emma jolted awake. Her heart racing at the sudden wake up call. Once she heard her bedroom door slamming open she sat up, turning toward her roommate.

"Did you eat the rest of the fish Nemo brought over?"

"What?"

"Did you eat the fish Nemo brought over?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I was planning on eating that. I've been looking forward to it all day."

"I'm... sorry?"

"Ha I've heard that one before."

"What do you want from me? I ate it, it's gone."

"Next time ask. Or at the very least warn me that my food is gone."

Emma rolled her eye and turned over laying back down with her back to him. She heard him huff before closing the door leaving her room.

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"We barely see each other. Killian is always either working at the docks or at the bar. I'm at class or working. But when we are home together one of us is mad at the other. All we do is fight." Emma explained to her adoptive mom. Ruth placed a mug of hot chocolate with cinnamon in front of her while she herself enjoyed a cup of tea. "Oh and he has this mysterious girlfriend, he refuses to talk about."

"It's only been a couple months, Honey. Give it time. You two are still learning how to live with each other," Ruth calmly said, deciding to ignore that last comment.

"We have been talking about living together forever and known each other for longer. You'd think we know how irratating the other was by now."

"Emma." Ruth didn't say anything until Emma looked up at her, "Talking is the easy part, doing is a whole different thing. Killian is still the same boy you knew before but now you're just seeing a different side. Now it might not be one you always agree with but you have to decide can you live with it."

Emma knew she was right, but she didn't know what to say. Thankfully Ruth changed subjects, "so tell me about this Graham fellow."

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Killian offered to help Nemo on his boat, they were well away from the shore when Nemo asked about Emma. Killian was in the midst of airing his grievances to his uncle when he was cut off. "Killian you need to calm down and take a step back. This is Emma you're talking about."

"Aye and she right infuriating lass. She's so damn stubborn and nonchalant-"

"And she was like that before you decided to move in together," Nemo said cutting him off again.

Killian stopped at that. He knew that but roommates was so different then just being friends. It was a change Killian wasn't prepared for.

Nemo came up to him and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "I know it's been difficult. But you have to ask yourself, what is important? Living shipshape or living with Emma?"

When Killian didn't answer Nemo changed subjects, "Come on let's get back to shore."

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Killian was walking back to the apartment in deep thought. He thought about what Nemo said and he thought of all the arguments he and Emma had. They definitely needed to talk.

He unlocked the door hoping to find Emma home so they could try to work somethings out. But when he opened the he found more than what he was hoping for. Emma was sitting on the couch with a towel bundled up in her lap and if he looked close enough he swore he saw the towel breathing.

Emma looked up at him giving him a soft smile. "Hey," she all but whispered.

"Hey." He pointed to the towel. "What's that love?" Almost as soon as he asked a soft 'mew' was heard come from the towel. Killian walked over, leaning in to see a tiny kittens face poke out of the towel.

"I found him when I took out the garbage. I heard him crying, I thought he was hurt but when I found him and crouched down he came right up to me and started licking my fingers and head butting my hand. I looked for mom or any signs of other kittens but I couldn't find any. I brought him in and cleaned him up in the sink. I was drying him off when he fell asleep," Emma explained.

Killian couldn't take his eyes off the little creature. He couldn't have been more then two, maybe three weeks old. "Have you fed him yet?" When Emma shook her head he got up and went to the cupboard. He found a can of tuna, opening it up he dumped it on a plate mushing it up a bit more before placing it on the island separating the kitchen and the living room.

"Put him up here, love." Emma picked up the towel with the kitten inside carrying him the short distance to the island. Once placed up there she freed him from fabric. Seeing the food the small animal walked on wobbly legs slowly making its way. When he was close enough he layed down again half on the plate half off. They watched as his little tongue licked at the food occasionally taking a bit of food in his mouth.

Killian spoke first, "we should take him to the animal shelter in the morning they have a vet that can look him over and proper food for him."

Emma just nodded in response. She didn't dare take her eyes off the poor little creature. But Killians next question made her.

"We should decide if we are going to keep him or not before we do."

Emma darted from her friend to the fuzzy creature on the island between them back to her friend. "Well, he isn't the fox we agreed on but he's awfully cute. I'm okay if he stays."

"I thought 'cats were mean'." Killian threw her words back at her with a smirk never leaving his face.

"He's not a cat. He's a kitten," she said matter of factly reaching forward scratching the kittens head lightly.

"He's going to need a name. If it even is in fact a he."

"How about Todd or Foxy if he turns out to be a she," Emma offered. Killians smile was his only answer.

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The next day while Todd was getting checked out the roommates had a talk. They told each other what bothers each other, little pet peeves the other does. They made a set of rules and both agreed to try harder at living together. As days turned to weeks and weeks turned to a month things got better. Besides Todd growing, nothing eventful happened.

Until one night Killian came home drunk. Emma was mindlessly watching tv when he stumbled through the front door. That was the night he told her about Milah. His mysterious girlfriend was apparently a married woman who visited him at the bar. That night she came to the bar ending whatever relationship they had. “The whole thing was ridiculous really,” he said when finished.

Emma stared at her friend for a moment as the sat on their couch. She was facing him her legs tucked under her with her arm leaning in the back of the couch supporting her head. “Thats not ridiculous. You want to hear ridiculous?” Emma went on to tell him all that conspired between her and Graham. How she encouraged him to leave his abusive girlfriend. When he did and came to her, she got scared and ran away.

“Seems as if we have drifted quiet bit lass.”

“Yeah. We have.”

“Well thats going to change. Every... What day is it?”

“Sunday.”

“Right. Every Sunday, I say we order in and have a movie night. Just roomates. What do you say love?”

“I say the sandwich shop is open 24/7.”

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It was one such movie night when it happened. They were all sitting on the couch. Todd in Emmas lap, Emma leaning into Killian with her head on his shoulder. The movie playing was some ridiculous rom com, both of them too comfortable to be bothered to grab the remote and change it.

“What kind of date would you take me on?” Emma asked suddenly.

“What?”

“What kind of date would you take me on? We always talked about our kids, and we planned our wedding. We even made up our Disney themed apartment. But you never told me what kind of dates we would go on.”

Killian thought for a moment before he answered, “Our first date I would take you to a nice restraunt. Then I think a nice walk by the water, maybe even taking you out on Nemo’s boat. How does that sound?”

Emma lifted her head to look at him, “That sounds nice.”

Killian looked at his roommate, his best friend. Looking into her shining green eyes he realized he never wanted anything more than to take her out for dinner as more than friends. He was silently hoping maybe she would want the same when Emma spoke up.

“I would picked have you.”

“I would have chased after you”

Emma leaned forward pressing her lips against his. He kissed her back. When they broke apart she said “what would our second date look like?”

Killian smiled and replied, “That is a surprise.” Before kissing her again.

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And thats all she wrote. Hope this is a decent “sequel” there will be a third part to this story. Also this second part is dedicated to @superchocovian hope you enjoy.

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the-jade-cross · 3 years

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The Lion, the Witch, and the Elph- Chapter 3

he three Pevensies were finding it hard to keep up with Rhea. The girl’s feet didn’t even sink into the snow, so she was running up the hill as if it was just grass, not knee-deep snow. Rhea was halfway up the hill when she saw their dilemma and running back down the hill, she grabbed Beaver by the scruff of the neck and tucked him under one arm and with the other arm, she pulled Lucy onto her back. The little girl immediately wrapped her arms around the girl’s neck and held on tightly as Rhea began to run up the hill again.

Without having to wait for Beaver and Lucy, Susan and Peter were able to pick up their pace and rush to the top of the hill. When they got there, Rhea had already arrived and had placed the beaver and Lucy down. Lucy was staring open mouthed at the huge castle that lay before them in the distance while Beaver was nervously hiding slightly behind Rhea’s leg as if whoever was in the castle could see them from that distance.

“EDMUND!” Lucy cried when she spied the small dot of her brother enter the castle.

“SH!” Beaver hissed, “They’ll hear you!” Peter began to run forward, but Beaver leapt forward and grabbed his pant leg. Peter kicked his leg out, knocking Beaver to the side and began to run again. However, something seemed to latch onto his left arm and before he knew what was happening, he was thrown over someone’s shoulder and landed in the snow on his back with a soft groan.

He looked up to see Rhea standing over him, a worried but stern look on her face, “Are you looking for a death wish?”

“I’m going after my brother!” Peter hissed, getting to his feet again but before he could get off his knees, Rhea put a hand on his shoulder.

“The witch wants you to do just that.” She said calmly.

“Whatever for?” Susan demanded, getting impatient.

“To keep the prophecy from coming true!” Beaver yelled, “To kill you!” There was a silence before Susan and Peter began arguing. However, Rhea didn’t hear half of the argument or the part where Beaver and Lucy interrupted for, she caught a whiff of something. The hair on her arms stood up and her slightly pointy ears twitched at a sound that wasn’t the usual sound of snow falling and siblings talking. There was something near….

“Rhea?” Beaver called.

Peter and Susan looked away from where they had been talking and saw that Rhea had walked around them in a large circle, her eyes scanning the trees around them, turning her head occasionally to listen. Her eyebrows were down, and her lips pursed together.

“What’s wrong?” Susan asked, noting the look of alarm in the girl’s eyes.

Rhea froze in her tracks before spinning around, her green eyes falling on the ice castle in the distance.

“We need to leave now!” she hissed.

“What’s wrong?” Lucy and Peter asked in unison.

Rhea rushed over and grabbing Lucy, swung her on her back, “the witch has sent her wolves after you. We need to get Mrs. Beaver and leave now!”

Without a second thought, Peter grabbed Beaver up and the small group went tumbling down the steep hill towards the dam. When they burst through the door, Peter dumped Beaver on the floor. “Hurry momma! They’re after us!”

Mrs. Beaver began to bustle about, preparing food and items. Susan soon joined her with Peter telling them to hurry up every few seconds. Rhea rushed to one of the windows and peered out.

“They’re here,” she whispered, “now!”

Beaver rushed over to a door and threw it open, revealing a tunnel. He hopped down with Mrs. Beaver following close behind. Peter followed before helping Susan down. Rhea then picked Lucy up and handed her down to Peter. Taking one last look at the place, Rhea jumped down into the hole. Even though she landed perfectly and didn’t lose her balance, Peter reached forward and grabbed her forearms to support her.

The girl smiled at him before grabbing Lucy’s hand and rushing after the beavers.

When they finally burst out of the tunnel, Rhea was the last one out and she spun around, pushing a barrel against the entrance.

“What happened here?” Peter demanded, looking around at the frozen animals.

“This is what happens when someone opposes the witch,” a voice remarked.

Beaver lunged towards the fox that had appeared, but Mrs. Beaver held him back.

“Wait,” Rhea cried, rushing to plant herself between the fox and the others, “He’s a friend.” To confirm this, the fox hopped down from his perch and bowed his head towards the girl, “Lady Rhea. A pleasure to see you again.”

The girl smiled and bowed her head to the fox, “Same here honorable fox. However, we’re in a tight spot.” The fox nodded before nodding towards a large pine nearby. The beavers rushed over to it and picking them up one at a time, Rhea placed them on the lowest branch while they scurried up higher. Susan rushed over and Rhea bent down to give the girl a boost. When Susan was up, Rhea handed Lucy up to her while the two girls climbed higher. Peter turned to Rhea and was about to give her a boost when Rhea shook her head.

“It is my duty to always bring up the rear,” the girl explained hastily, bending down and cupping her hands.

Peter sighed and allowed the girl to give him a boost. He was shocked at how strong she was for the boost she gave him was enough to get him all the way on the branch in one try. When Peter was up higher, Rhea grabbed the lower branch and swung herself up like a squirrel. She scurried higher till she was perched on the end of the branch next to Peter and Lucy. She held the branch above her to steady herself as she crouched on the branch.

When the wolves were finally gone, Rhea was the first to hop down. She held a hand up and clenched her fist to tell the others in the tree to wait. Cautiously she approached the fox who was laying on the snow limp. Crouching down, she touched his forehead and he whimpered.

“That was very noble of you,” she whispered. “You’ll be alright.” The fox smiled as he slowly lifted his head, “I learnt from the best.” Smiling, Rhea reached down and scooped the fox up into her arms gently like a kitten. Turning, she nodded to the ones in the tree and they began to descend. The beavers set about preparing a fire while Peter collected firewood and Susan and Lucy helped Mrs. Beaver organize some food.

When it was all done, Rhea laid the fox down and began to help Mrs. Beaver tend to his bites.

“Stop squirming!” Mrs. Beaver remarked, “You’re worse than beaver on bath day!” Rhea chuckled as she turned to Susan, “Pass the warm water please?” Susan took a stick and slowly removed the small kettle from the fire before holding it out to Rhea. Rhea however didn’t take the hot ketal with the stick but grabbed it with her hands. Susan and Lucy were about to warn her that the ketal was boiling hot, but Rhea didn’t seem to notice. Peter furrowed his brow when he noticed something on Rhea’s hands.

“What happened to your hands?” he asked.

Rhea looked down at her hands and everyone else realized that they were covered in scars and calluses. She turned her eyes away from them and pulled her fingerless gloves back on.

“Multiple things…”

Lucy bowed her head. She knew what had happened. Thousands of years of living on her own, protecting Narnia against evil. Anyone would have gained thousands of scars in a hundred years but with how long Rhea was alive, she was surprised she didn’t have that many.

The fox cleared his throat, trying to relieve the tension, “I best be going. Anything you wish me to tell Aslan Rhea?” Rhea smiled and nodded, “Tell him we’ll be with him shortly.” The fox nodded and bowed, “You are truly honorable lady Rhea. You do realize that Aslan is preparing to offer you an exemption from your oath.” The girl slowly shook her head, “No oath should be broken, even if it is completed. I will live my oath until I die.” “But what will happen when the kings and queens are safe, and the witch destroyed?” Beaver asked. “Your oath will be complete.” Rhea shook her head again before looking at the three Pevensies. She smiled, “I promised to protect Narnia and all human visitors with my life. Even if the witch is killed, there will still be threats. I will forever be Narnia’s protector.” The fox smiled in awe at the girl before bowing his head. Rhea rose to her knees and bowed to the fox before rubbing his ears fondly. With that, the fox was gone, and Rhea resumed her spot by the fire. She did not lift her face nor make eye contact with anyone. Little did they know what was going on inside Rhea’s mind. She was immortal…. So… that meant she would watch the Pevensies grow old and die… she would watch everyone present grow old and die. She would outlive everyone except Aslan. She must not make any attachments… it would be easier that way. She was just a servant. A servant and a soldier. It was her destiny.

********

Peter shifted. It was uncomfortable sleeping on the ground, the cold ground, nonetheless. They had scraped the snow away, so they didn’t have to sleep on the snow but even with his thick wool coat the ground was uncomfortable.

Slowly rolling over, Peter looked at the others. The fire was still going. It hadn’t died down even a little bit. He could faintly make out Mr. and Mrs. Beaver sleeping curled up together near the fire. Susan and Lucy were sleeping back to back, offering each other body heat.

Peter glanced around, searching for Rhea but didn’t see her. Sitting up, he looked around again and finally saw the girl, sitting on the highest branch of the tree right next to them. Shaking his head, the boy got up and began to climb the tree.

When he got to the branch right below Rhea, the girl spoke.

“You should be sleeping,” she said.

Peter paused, “When did you know I was awake?” The girl smiled, “You’ve been tossing and turning for the past thirty minutes,” the girl pointed out.

Sighing, Peter pulled himself up onto the branch next to Rhea and sat down, holding onto the branch above him, “Why aren’t you sleeping?” “I’ll have plenty of time to sleep when this place is no longer at war,” The girl replied simply, still keeping her eyes on the forest, “Besides, we don’t want anyone sneaking up on as while we sleep. It’s uncomfortable to be murdered in cold blood when one’s asleep. You don’t know it happened!” Peter stared at her, not sure what to make of that, “You know what it feels like to be murdered while asleep.” Rhea shook her head, “Not murdered…. But wounded. One time I was out on a trip with a few others…. I woke up one morning to realize that I had been asleep for a week because someone had come and shot me while I slept. It had thrown me into a coma… and I didn’t even know.” Peter cringed, “I’m sorry.” Silence enveloped the two. Rhea stopped swinging her axe back and forth and clipped it to her back, leaning against the tree.

“May I ask you something?” Peter asked, “Why did you never take a break?” Rhea cocked her head to the side, “What do you mean?” “I mean…. No human has come to Narnia for years, right?”

The girl nodded.

“Then… how come you didn’t settle down and relax for a few years waiting for us? Why spend your whole life fighting when we hadn’t even arrived?” Rhea smiled, “Because if I do not make a difference, then how can I know that one day I will be alive to see peace? It’s not that easy to live peacefully in the middle of a war Peter. My master once told me that you should not waste your life doing things that will make no difference or are selfish things but to rather spend your life doing something that will leave a mark on the world. Besides, I cannot very well leave a mark on the world if I’m dead and I would be dead if I didn’t fight. This war is on our doorsteps. I’m sure you know what that feels like.” Peter nodded, “Yeah…. I do.” Rhea sighed and leant back, “Our world is different from yours Peter. While in your world, you have to be a certain age to fight evil, in this world it doesn’t matter who, what or how old you are…. Just as long as you have loyalty, honor and a willing heart, (sorry for the Hobbit reference!) you can fight anything.” Peter sat forward and let go of the branch above him, “But what….” However, he didn’t finish for having let go of the branch and leaning forward had thrown the boy out of balance and he fell off the branch. He let out a strangled cry of fear, but his fall was stopped almost immediately.

Looking up, he saw that Rhea had grabbed his wrist with one hand and with the other, had grabbed the branch above her. Peter looked up into the girl’s shining green eyes and right then and there, the boy knew that he had fallen in love.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Rhea pulled Peter back onto the branch with so much ease that Peter found it hard to believe that the girl was lighter than him. Rhea didn’t seem to trust Peter to not fall again so she made sure he was seated balanced and manually placed his hand on the branch above him.

“Right…. now, where were we?” she asked, sitting back, “Oh right! You were just heading back down to bed!” Peter’s eyes widened, “No I wasn’t! I still want to talk!” Rhea chuckled, “There will be plenty of time for that Pevensie. Right now, you need to sleep if you want to last any of tomorrow. Besides, traveling on foot means there is plenty of time to chit chat. Now, off you go.” Peter groaned, and his voice spoke before he could stop himself, “Yes mother.” Before the boy could take it back, Rhea had let out a chuckle.

“Mother huh?” she asked, rather amused, “What does that make you? The naughty puppy?” Peter looked at her, his eyes showing signs of pure embarrassment and slight annoyance at himself. He had just ruined the mood! Rhea seemed to sense his discomfort and giving him a soft smile, she squeezed his hand, “I was joking. Goodnight Peter.” Peter felt his face heat up from the feeling of the girl’s hand on his and he quickly began to climb down to avoid letting the girl see him blush, “Goodnight Rhea.” When he reached the bottom, Peter walked back to his spot and curled up. He looked up into the tree to see that Rhea was watching him, a smile on her face. The girl gave him a salute before turning to look back at the forest. Peter sighed and buried his face in his hands.

“Oh I’m so stupid,” He muttered before falling asleep finally.

************

Peter looked behind him to see that Rhea was in the back, helping Lucy up to the steep rocky climb. Rhea then drove the handle of her axe into the ledge above her to give herself some leverage when a hand shot out to help her. Looking up, blue met green as Peter shyly held out his hand to her. Smiling, Rhea took his hand and the boy pulled her up the rest of the way. As Peter retracted his hand shyly, Rhea noticed that his hands were strong and masculine but still smooth and not calloused unlike Rhea’s hands which were rough and not exactly feminine with bruises, cuts and scars from her years of work.

“Thank you kid sir,” the girl chirped, putting her axe back on her back.

Peter smiled but kept his eyes averted. Why was he so shy around her? He always felt so weak…. Helpless around her. Maybe it was the way she always stood firm like a rock against waves. Perhaps it was her talent with that beast of an axe or her calm bravery…. Though, it was probably how her lime green eyes always looked him straight in the eyes and how he could see a lifetime of trial and pain. He felt small compared to her.

Rhea noticed his quiet reaction to her thanks but shrugged it off. She honestly didn’t know what to make of the boy either. He probably was the closest thing to handsome that Rhea had ever seen since most of the creatures in Narnia near to humans were centaurs, fawns and dryads. However, she felt that he would look much more mature and handsome if he was less timid around strangers and kinder around his family. Though, that was his business, so she made no comment.

When the two caught up with the beavers, they were looking over the vast land before them, covered in snow.

“Just beyond the frozen river lies Aslan’s camp,” Mr. Beaver said.

“River?” Susan asked, obviously finding it unnerving that they had to cross a river.

“Oh the river has been frozen for a hundred years.” Mrs. Beaver assured her.

There was silence as the three humans stared at the world before them.

“It’s so far,” Peter muttered.

“It’s the world dear,” Mrs. Beaver pointed out.

Rhea playfully nudged Peter’s arm with her elbow, smirking, “Did you expect it to be small?” “Smaller,” Susan answered in a sarcastic tone aimed at her brother.

As the eldest girl walked away, Lucy slipped her hand into Rhea’s earning a gentle squeeze from the elph.

“How can such a big world exist in a wardrobe?” the girl asked.

Rhea smiled, drawing the girl to the edge of the ridge to get a better look, “My master, Aslan, once told me that this world is just a mirror of your world. There are evil people here just like there are in your world. There are good people, trees, plants, animals, love and hate…. Just like your world.” Lucy looked up at the girl then back at the view, “But why must both worlds have war?” Rhea chuckled and hugged the girl to the side, “They’re large worlds. Evil people want to conquer large worlds and countries. That’s why they must be protected.” Rhea looked over her shoulder to see that Peter had been watching the conversation. He smiled gratefully at her before shyly looking away to follow the beavers down.

Rhea reached out her hand to Lucy who took it and she hauled the little girl onto her back.

“Come on!” Mr. Beaver called back. “Hurry up!” Peter groaned, “If he tells us to hurry up one more time…. I’m going to turn him into a big fluffy hat.” Rhea chuckled, shifting Lucy on her back so the girl wouldn’t be pressed against her axe.

“He is getting a little bossy,” Lucy whispered to Rhea when suddenly Mrs. Beaver screamed.

“No! IT’s her!” Rhea turned around, Lucy still on her back to see a cloud of snow in the distance, caused from something big trotting through the powder. She dropped Lucy to the ground, pushing the girl toward her brother.

“Follow the beavers,” she ordered in a firm, demanding tone. “They’ll get you out of here.” Peter and Susan’s eyes widened when they realized that the girl wasn’t going to follow them, “What are you going to do?” Rhea grinned, grabbing her axe from her back. She spun it in her hand as if it weighed nothing, “A sleigh can overtake humans and beavers in less than a minute. I’ll hold her off.”

Peter opened his mouth to object when Lucy grabbed his hand and began to drag him away, “Listen to Rhea! She knows what she’s doing!” Peter looked back at the girl to see her give him a comforting smile before wiping it from her face into a firm glare. Spinning around, she turned her back to him and stood straight and tall, waiting for the witch. Peter turned and began to run after his sisters and the beavers. When they reached the woods and the beavers dove into a little hole in the ground, Peter looked over his shoulder.

Rhea was still standing there but now in a crouching stance. He saw the cloud of powdery snow get closer to her before she was swallowed by it. Susan grabbed her brother’s arm and pulled him into the hole. There was the sound of the sleigh approaching above when it stopped and footsteps approached the hole.

“Maybe….. she’s gone….” Lucy whispered.

“I’ll go and see,” Peter said, hoping to see if Rhea was alright but Beaver stopped him.

“You’re no use to Narnia dead.” He said, climbing out of the hole.

A few seconds passed before his head appeared, grinning, “Come on out! I hope you’ve been good cuz there’s someone here to see you!” With that, the three kids and Mrs. Beaver climbed out, only to see a lovely sleigh parked outside the hole, pulled by reindeer. A tall slightly fat man dressed in red stood before them, a grin on his face and perched on the back of the sleigh, a smile on her face was Rhea.

Peter let out a sigh when he saw her but then he suddenly got a faint glint of anger in his heart. She had placed her life in danger just to get them to safety….. why was he suddenly so angry? Before he could say anything, Father Christmas had called him over and handed him a sword and a shield. As he took it into his hands, he felt a weight lifted off his shoulders and he almost felt like he had grown taller.

“Well, I must be off,” Father Christmas announced. “Things do pile up when you’ve been gone a hundred years.” With that he threw his things back into the sleigh and Rhea hopped off lightly like a deer, giving the old man a farewell.

“Long live Aslan and Merry Christmas!” The man hooted before driving off.

As he did, the kids and Beavers cheered farewells. When he was gone, Lucy rushed over to Rhea and drew her in for a bone breaking hug.

“You scared me back there!” she chirped.

Rhea chuckled, patting the girl’s head, “It’s my job to keep you safe.” Peter wanted to suddenly vent his anger when a thought came to him, “He said winter is almost over. You know what that means! No more ice.”

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Northern Lights

LEVEL ONE

Characters: Madaline North (OC), Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Koushi Sugawara, Daichi Sawamura, Keishin Ukai, Makoto Shimada, Yusuke Takinoue, Asahi Azumane, Yuu Nishinoya, Chikara Ennoshita, Ryuunosuke Tanaka, Kinnoshita (mentioned), Narita (mentioned)

Chapter Title*: if someone wakes me up one more time, they’ll be found in the dumpster

Warnings: Violence (non-graphic)*, Name-calling, A little bit of angst but not much. If you spot anything else, please tell me!

[NOTE: Normal is Japanese and Bold is Spanish]

Quiet beeping jumped her out of her thoughts, making Madaline turn on her side to look at the phone-esque gadget. Sighing at the screen, she grabbed her hoodie and brown combat boots and left, keys and the gadget in her hand.

[CELESTIAL DETECTED: PORCUPINE: MUSTAFU]

One day, that’s all I want. An aurora* fox trotted along next to her silently, looking around at his fellow spirits as they followed her as well. The dot on the gadget (called the Celestial Detection Phone, or CDP for short) was in an alleyway, thankfully. Turning into the said alley, the blonde immediately hid behind a dumpster, seeing a group of thugs trying to tug the poor spirit out from its hiding place.

“C’mon, you little shit, we just want to know what you look like.” A scowl grew on her face at their words. There were three, I believe. Taking out her collapsible staff, Madaline spun around the corner of the dumpster she was hiding behind and threw it like a javelin. It hit the side of one guy’s head, and by the time the trio looked over, there was a stumbling blonde in front of them, swinging yet another staff into their stomachs. They ran away like little bitches.

“I hope they don’t report you.” The kind girl held out her hand, waiting for the animal to come out. “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you.” The porcupine, who looked way too small for an adult, crawled out shivering. “Oh no, you must’ve died young.” Madaline frowned, then smiled weakly. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” The baby porcupine, currently completely white, climbed up on her hand, nuzzling her fingers. Madaline closed her green eyes, taming the baby, making it turn an aurora color.

It cooed ‘smiling’ up at its new owner. She smiled back, putting him on her shoulder. Walking down the alleyway to leave, she checked the time. 5:53 am already? Pouting, she felt the porcupine climb up to her head. Putting her headphones in so as to not look like a lunatic, she continued her way down to her home to get ready for school. “What should I call you?” The animal on her head cooed again. “I’ll call you Tiny, then.” Her other Celestials joined the duo, excited to have a baby among the group. Hera, a black panther spirit, beckoned Tiny to go onto her back, to which he complied, snuggling into her coat. The fox from before climbed up onto his owner’s shoulders.

“What do I need to do today, again?” Rolling her right sleeve up, she read the writing.

School

Work

Don’t forget to update the Celestial files

Nodding to herself, Madaline walked into her home, dropped Felix off and got ready for school. I also have the reminders on my phone.

I have a few assignments due today, I also need to talk to Midoriya about his workout routine. The green haired boy’s visage appeared in her mind as she brushed her teeth. He obviously became stronger, it’s a wonder how nobody else saw it. After putting on her black Converse and grabbing her satchel, she paused at the doorway, groaning as she doubled back to grab her lunch. I hope I’m not forgetting something.

Once again, the class was too rowdy and loud, making Madaline turn up her music and continue to read her book, masking her presence even more. This is how it usually went, she would ignore most of her classmates, and they would ignore her. By the time they left, her ears were still ringing from their chatter. Getting up, she knocked on Midoriya’s desk, smiling at him when he looked up skittishly.

“Hey, Midoriya-kun.”

“N-North-san!” The fellow freckled boy screamed, making her flinch at his volume. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, I was just wondering what’s your workout routine?” The blonde tilted her head.

“Oh, I just found it online, I thought it would be useful for Yuuei.” Izuku stuttered out.

“Ah, alright, thanks!” She cheered, jogging out.

“Hey, spirit bitch, what did Deku tell you?” A familiar bomb quirked boy growled behind her.

“Why should I tell you of all people?” Madaline hissed back, turning around to look at Bakugou, eyes narrowed.

“Because I can make your fucking life a living hell.” The ash blonde suggested.

“What a coincidence, so can I.” The sarcasm seemed to throw him off. The duo stared at each other, in a temporary standoff.

“I heard you’re going to do homeschooling after this year.” Bakugou finally spoke.

“Wow, you spoke a sentence without cussing!” She tried to avoid the topic by using sarcasm.

“I’m taking that as a fucking yes.” He grumbled, brushing past the short girl. “Just stay out of my way, spirit bitch.”

Madaline just watched as he left before leaving herself. Geez, he acts as if the world is out to get him, the pompous fucker. She huffed, her hands tightening around the satchel straps, letting a cat spirit rub against her, taking away most of her frustration.

As she walked towards The Elemental Crows’ Hero Agency, she kept a hand on her CDP, waiting for a notification to interrupt her calm walk. Nothing, thankfully. Getting her ID out, she scanned it as she walked in, immediately being greeted by a few sidekicks and interns, sending her own greeting back, she called through the agency. “I’m here!” More sidekicks and interns smiled at the teen’s antics.

Calmly walking up the wide stairs to the elevator, she called to a friend of hers, who was an intern. “Hey, Suga, are any of the Crows here?”

“I think Mizu, Fire, and Chikyu are here. I can text them if you want.” The kind senpai answered.

“Nah, I want my entrance to be a surprise.” The duo laughed then said goodbye to each other. Daichi walked out the elevator as she went in, they shared a high-five. After she walked back out, now on the top floor where the heroes that own the building and their interns offices are, Madaline trotted right upto the door with a flame that had crow wings sprouting from it, hearing the three heroes Suga talked about. Knocking, the blonde waited.

“Yes?” A gruff man with piercings answered the door, only to get a tick mark when he saw who it was. “And where the hell have you been?!”

Ukai roughly placed his hand on her head, rubbing. “Hey, watch the hair! I was at school y’know!”

“Keishin, stop teasing the poor girl.” Takinoue finally stepped in, smiling as he hugged her.

“Yeah, Keishin, she’s a third year now, remember?” Shimada threw his two cents in.

“Hmph, I guess I’ll let it slide.” The trio of heroes looked at the newcomer, a small, aurora porcupine. “A new Celestial, huh?”

“It’s cute!” Shimada cheered petting the happy animal.

“Yep, meet Tiny.” The men deadpanned, making Madaline pout.

“Has it’s quirk appeared yet?” Takinoue held his hand out for Tiny to climb on.

“No, but it’ll take a while to show, I believe he died when he was three or early four.” The freckled girl smiled mimicking the baby’s coo.

“Alright, you know where your lab is, go on.” Ukai gestured for her to leave. “Oh, and can you check on Asahi real quick? We gave him a lot of paperwork.”

“Yeah, totally!” Letting Tiny come back to her, Madaline jogged off, going to the office down the hall and to the right with two theater masks, one looking scared, the other being transparent. “Asa-kun! Can I come in?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, come on in North-chan.” A soft but deep voice answered.

“I’m going to make some drinks after work, do you want something?” The green eyed girl peeked in, her bright eyes meeting his timid look.

“Can I get some peach tea if it’s not too much?” He looked back down at his work, a pile of paperwork next to him.

“It’s not, do you need help with work?” Madaline sat in the seat in front of him, grabbing a pen.

“No, I can do it on my own, thank you though.” The brunet smiled at her focused look. Cute. He went back to work, the girl’s almost non-existent presence calming him. He frowned, remembering the fight he had with Nishinoya earlier that month.

“It’s not your fault, you know.” Madaline spoke, writing peach tea just below her list of things to do. “The loss and the fight. Many heroes have lost battles, don’t let it define you, okay?”

Asahi was silent for a few minutes, the words getting soaked in his heart. “Alright.” He looked at his letter of resignation. Looks like I’m staying a hero. He went to shred it, but the short girl already grabbed it.

“Give this to Noya, he would love to burn this.” The duo laughed.

“You’d be a great hero.” Asahi grabbed the paper, getting up from his desk to go to the elevator.

“Nah, I have animals to take care of.” A frown bit at her lips, but she brushed it off.

“They’re in the meeting room, and I’m coming with you to take pictures!”

“It’s not to get out of work, is it?” They got in the elevator as they spoke.

“No!” A few seconds later, she was running out the elevator to throw up aurora colored mist. “Yes.” Madaline pouted.

“Okay, you can come with, but we are going to watch over you, alright?” Asahi chuckled.

“Fine.” They walked into the Senshi Unit: Karasuno ‘meeting’ room. Everyone was, surprisingly, there.

“Heyo, everyone!” Madaline smiled, speeding up so she could Will Smith meme Asahi. He only covered his face with the paper, as everyone stood silently.

“Um, Nishinoya, wanna burn this?” Everything was silent for a few minutes, but the mentioned boy cheered, excitedly taking the paper. Lighting crackled around it, and everyone watched it burn with wicked eyes, making the poor ‘ace’ shake.

“Alright, I’m going to work now!” She tried to run to her lab, but was caught by Daichi, who held her up like a cat caught by the scruff of their neck. Felix, the fox spirit, snickered, putting Tiny on his back, while Nina, the cat, shook her head in disappointment.

“Asahi told me that you need to be watched, again?” He smiled ‘kindly’.

“Maybe.” Madaline smiled nervously in response.

Ennoshita stepped in front of her, giving her his chastising glance, tearing another response from her. “Fine, you guys can come.”

“Thank you.” The Karasuno captain nodded. The group walked alongside her, talking animatedly, and Ennoshita, Kinoshita, and Narita had to go do some paperwork, so it was just the six of them. Getting into her lab, which was on the third floor, they immediately stood on the sidelines, watching her work.

Madaline placed Tiny on the island in the middle, tapping the surface with two fingers, making a touchable hologram pop up. Going over to the ‘Celestial Files’ box, she expanded it, the other boxes moving away. Pressing the ‘+’ button, she directed the new spirit to a small pad, letting him off after scanning him.

Name: Tiny

Type: Small

Quirk: Unknown

Animal: Porcupine

Age: 3 or 4

Notes:

Coos when excited and loves attention. Found in the alleyway near the Seijoh Hero Agency, three thugs around him. Do not leave alone.

Most likely could have developed social, separation, and normal anxiety if he was allowed to live longer.

“How many applications have you guys gotten?” Madaline said as she typed.

“Four, applications close tomorrow.” Suga called, looking over the applications. “We got that ‘King of Shadows’ guy.”

“From Kitagawa Daiichi?” Tanaka leaned in.

“Man, I wish I didn’t get suspended.” Nishinoya pouted, crossing his arms.

“It’s okay, Noya! You’ll be able to make a grand entrance when you meet the first years!” Madaline cheered him up.

“Yeah!” He cheered. Madaline uploaded the file to the folder.

“I’m done, can we get something to eat?” She jumped up to Daichi, looking like an excited child.

“Yes, Tanaka, can you text Ennoshita what we’re doing?” The buzzcut haired boy nodded, following as the group left. Suga helped her lock up.

The day continued like that, just hanging out with her friends and trying to avoid the topic of future heroes.

Hero, huh? Madaline thought that night, laying down in her bed. There’s no way! I have the celestials and all the work I have to put in to protect them. With a huff, she turned on her side and fell asleep.

“You’d be a good hero.”

*: There won’t always be a chapter title, so be on the lookout for that!

*: The violence scenes will become more graphic the further I get into the story.

*: You guys know the Northern Lights down in Norway? That’s what I mean when I say “aurora”.

Small note, not very important, Madaline is part Latina, so she speaks Spanish, but as I, the author, don’t, the parts where she speaks in Spanish will be in bold to avoid conflict and butchering words. Thank you for understanding!

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