In a secluded remote location, a lone figire stood fuming infront of a broken mirror with the remnants of pure magic still dancing in hollowed moves, signalling its departure. How is it even possible! She couldn't have grown that strong with unguarded magic. In her past life, maybe . . . but now she seems even stronger than before. Could it be? No ways. The dark figure murmured a few words before shaking its heavily hooded head.
That was no pure magic. Its transitional magic!
The girl is a hybrid witch! She thought dryly as the magic slowly drained her life force. She had atleast tried her best to make her fellow sisters live in a safer world despite their hate of her.
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Breakfast was set and everyone except for Snr Mrs Simons came to the dining room. Apparently she wasn't feeling well according to her husband who kept stealing glances at the bashful Miss Lawson, his daughter in law's mother. He shook his head just thinking about it
"We hope you have had a pleasant night with us Lexine" Senior Mr Simons said eyeing Miss L with his eyes shining with unfathomable mirth.
"Oh I had a pleasant rest despite the weather dear, I couldn't feel more at home" she smiled widely.
"We all know only you can walk into a hotel and give it a homely feel in 60 seconds" he chuckled lightly beford they heard Helena clear her throat by the door, looking like she just survived an all night run being chased by flesh eating zombies!
"My God! Are u okay Eleanor" Miss L gasped loudly, shamelessly mocking the woman's appearance.
"Fuck off lexine, I'm actually Helena. You copy that? Read my lips . . . H-e-l-e-n-a. Stop calling my name like its some funky doll's name" she spat without sparing anyone else a glance.
"Oh la la, my bad. I must have missed classes where not so relevant people got to teach us how to pronounce their names but anyway I've got it now Hel's. It does make sense if u put a ring to it . . . Hell yeah" Lexine giggled clasping her hands, as if remembering a private joke " how was your night big sis" she asked pouring juice into her cup, her private joke completely forgotten.
"Look Lexine, this is my house and this is not varsity. We have better things to do with ourselves than to be bitter about trivial things. Can we have a peaceful breakfast without all this noise? My head hurts" she asked taking a seat on the other side of Nick so that he was sandwiched between his mom and his wife whereas Dana and Miss L sat opposite to them with Mr Simon seating at his usual spot at the head of the table.
Lexine knew when to draw the line when exploring your dark humor so she mused at what Helena said and sucked on a wildberry to taunt the women, knowing she was watching. Fully aware that it was childish of her. She had no more love interest in the women's husband but she seemed to think otherwise so she enjoyed seeing her riled up. She understood that he chose her and respected that for the peace of her daughter's love interest but she will never let anyone bully her or her daughter into believing they are not worth all that they have.
The finished up and Dana decided to stay behind, cleaning after everyone, along with Sally.
"Are you okay sweetheart"? Sally asked concerned after the last conversation they had regarding an approach to her lucid dream.
"Im okay mom, you needn't worry about me" Dana assured her.
"You were being awfully quiet during breakfast and I thought that maybe keeping this to yourself may be bothersome . . . you know, you can actually do this but it would break your father" Dana knew there was some truth to it but does not knowing give his soul a peaceful night's rest? Her mother is rigjt though. Getting his suspicions confirmed will break his soul. He grew up idolizing his mother and believed her to be just and rational. He always failed to see the side to his mother that was just plain cold and harsh. Her grandmother may be a horrible person but she gave birth to a superhero.
"Just try not to overwash the plates and glasses Princess" Sally said noticing that Dana had zoned out on her, into her own world where she converses with her head
She just passed a playful glare to her mother before finishing up. "I will be taking a stroll mom. It's been a long time since I last took a breath of fresh air in the Meadow" she said already halfway out of the kitchen.
She shot straight to the bathroom to get herself cleaned up and she decided to let her hair loose for a change. She wore her baby blue track pants that had two grey lines on either side of them to the length of its made, she put on her grey crop top and white kicks. She took her dad's iPod and plugged in earphones and let the first tune play wild. Not paying attention to the lyrics, she flinched realising its rock music when she thought she could've never associated Nick Simons with anything else other than classic and maybe a little bit of soul being Sally's influence. She shook her head and stepped out of the house. She was in a rush to be alone and far from everyone when she turned the volume up, missing her grandmother's request to join her long overdue tour.
Lexine sighed seeing Dana miss her request. She knew it wasn't intentionaland that it was just bad timing but she couldn't catch up to her as the idea to go for a walk had just occured to her after seeing her granddaughter ready to step out. She hadn't dressed for a walk outside the house so she let her be. She could check on her PA in the meantime and find out if nothing urgent needs her attention. Anything that she might have missed by some foul chance.
It felt good to be walking in the farmiliar neighbourhood. This was not your typical neighbourhood with houses relatively sticking to each other but it was a neighborhood all the same, right? She palmed her face when she thought she could've at least taken the car to make her stroll much more comfortable but she was already here so she might as well just test how durable she can be. She had decided on downloading Ariana Grande's no tears left to cry to liberate her ears from the boom crash of rock music. She sighed with her mind coming at a stop she had been trying to avoid all morning. She wondered if the young Ariana had had someone she loved treat her so bad that she realised that some people are just not worth the tears. She exhaled loudly before sighting the pastry shop by the corner at the end of the street, her mouth watered. Her feet made their way towards her childhood haven before she was even aware she had stepped into the shop! She eyed the pastries heartily before it dawned on her that she had forgot that minor detail of cash. She gave herself an internal face-palm for being such an idiot and felt her shoulders droop as she made her way to tge exit.
"If getting you that pastry was to cost me my soul, I'd happily give it to live as a soulless man just to see the spark you had in your eyes when you walked in" a voice said behind her making her stop in her tracks.
Was he talking to her?
She craned her neck to peek at the store which appeared to be vacant except for the chef who appeared to be busy with something in the kitchen and a young couple who looked at each other so dreamily, the pastry infront of them totally neglected.
The voice had to be talking to her as she was the only one who honestly needed a pastry so badly with no means to get it. She turned around to find a men who could easily be in his mid forties intently staring at her. She smiled politely, words failing her as she had thought it was a young male, trying his dark luck with her . . . she had just an idea for what he could do with his life and soul instead of trying to act like a sweet hero to her, it's not like she was going to die without having the pastry.
"Ah . . . uhm thank you, sir but I had just remembered that a tooth fairy adviced me against anything extra sweet" she blurted out the lie so effortlessly which surprised even herself. She had no idea she was such a smooth liar.
"As innocent and harmless a lie can come off to be, all under the sun has consequences my dear. Some are easily brushed off as minor to a reckless mind but truly, the concequences may be dire. Tainting your purity as you know it and ever so lightly nudging you to a bottomless pit of darkness" He said with a pleasant smile as if recalling a memory from centuries ago which gave Dana the creeps.
Was all that really necessary for just a pastry? Was the man even talking about pastry? She scrunched her brows up making her face appear to be frowning.
" Sorry Mr, do we know each other?" she questioned the old man to receive a nonchalant shrug from the man.
"Why should it matter if we know each other? Why should we even know each other?" the man questioned back at her making her wonder if this was a rambling of an old, lonely man which made her feel the need to comfort him, even if it will last for a moment. She saw a ghost of a smile tug at the man's lips and tilted her head in confusion.
"I wasn't wrong about your existence. The instinct to protect and comfort surges within you. Come, share a pastry with me" it seemed the man eluded the kind of answers that will give her a clue on his identity or why he seemed to speculate so much about her but she took the seat she had been offered opposite the old man.
"Uhm. . . I'm not sure how much of this I can confer with you seeing that you want to talk but what do you mean by you were not wrong of my existence? Are you a family friend or maybe . . ." she dismissed the thought as soon as it formed in her head.
It couldn't be!
She eyed the man warily and pursed her lips in contemplation.
"You don't even know it, do you? You have no idea of your true soul . . . " he said it as more of a statement than an actual question. His statement rebuked no argument. " Look around you, tell me what do you see" the man told to her.
At this, Dana had decided that the man had a few loose screws in his head and that he really needed a companion of his age to kill time. It was no rocket science that since they are at a pastry shop, there were a variety of pastries but to humor the old man, she swept her eyes around the place. From the little iron bell that was pecked at the counter to the clear glasses that showed pastries of different sizes and shapes, to the refrigerator that stood humming a tune to keep the drinks cooled, to the lay out and spacing of the tables and chairs in the shop and to the intricate design of the tiles of the floor and then she averted her eyes after narrating what her eyes saw to the old man.
"It's because that is what you want to see Princess" she snapped her head to look at the man when he called her Princess "look again and tell me what you see now" he snapped his fingers and when I swept my eyes across the store now, my mouth hung open and my eyes literally came bulging out from the sight before me.
This isn't real right? I mean . . . it can't be real!
"You have no right to do this!" she shouted feeling indignant.
"I would like to take credibility for such a massive release of power in one go but no Princess, this isn't my doing. I am simply showing you what is infront of you"
"Tell me, who is to say that you are not just playing with my mind? Pardon my asking if it may sound offensive" she quirked an eyebrow at him, seemingly unapologetic contrary to what she said about being pardoned.
"That's for you to decide" the old man said coolly as if he hadn't just unveiled the age of doom for all humanity!