“Oh my Goddess!!”

  Celestia screamed as her brother plummeted through the dining room window on his magic broom. It snapped in half, the gorgeous cedar wood handle crying out as the fibers split in two. The fine yellow mane skidded across the floor like a broken mop, the magic completely sucked out of it like a girl that was just told that Santa wasn’t real.

  “Can you NOT do that please?!” Celestia huffed, stomping her foot down in anger as she watched her brother directly launch himself straight into the family dining table. Her lithe frame took a step backwards in disgust as she watched her fine haired brother shake his bangs out of his face, his hands trembling as they touched the ground in disbelief.

  “Sorry Tia,” He whimpered, his incredibly vulnerable small body crumpled under the table. She rolled her raven eyes, sighing, and mercifully reaching out to her brother. However, he was already fine, getting up as if nothing had happened, all the trembling seeming to have left his really small body.

  That damn healing magic ability… She shook her head, glowering at him.

  “What’s the matter?” His oversized sleeve brushed his bangs away.

  “Nothing.” Seriously, she felt like SHE was the younger sibling sometimes. She walked over to their velvet green couch adjacent to the dining room, and sat down, crossing her legs and adjusting her skirt.

  Celestia Ravenmaster was a 18 year old witch, who was at the top of her class at Pythus University, the best school for witches and wizards ever. She had long dark black hair that looked purple in certain light, and deep pools of black for eyes, her pupils almost indistinguishable from her irises. She had fair skin that had never seen God’s loving eye. She was certainly also the most beautiful, but with this came a baggage of loneliness to her side.

  “Tia, what are we gonna have for dinner?”

  “I dunno, ask mom.” She looks down at her purpic, a small rectangle of pure energy harnessed from a black hole. She’d seen it herself, but she wouldn’t remember it.

  “Mom’s dead.”

  Celestia gasped.

  “What? Oh my goddess! For how long?”

  “Um,” Her brother began to get choked up, tears forming at the base of his eyes. “T- ten years ag–”

  “YEAH, I know. I was making FUN of you.” She hissed, putting her purpic back into her skirt pocket. She gets up, her black kneesocks making an uncomfortable sound against the couch as she shot up, her somewhat tall for a female figure towering over him.

  “Why?” He sobbed, clenching his tiny fists with indignant childlike rage.

  “I dunno, why were you flying through the window and pretending like nothing happened?” She crossed her arms. “You’re gonna have to pay for that window, by the way.” She nodded her head towards the window, her gaze unmoving, fixed on him.

  “But I’m twelve–”

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  “I DON’T CARE.” Celestia smacks him across the face, and he falls to the floor. He starts sobbing pathetically.

  “Oh, for fucks sake, stop pretending like you don’t have world-stopping healing powers.” She rolls her eyes. “Good luck healing the emotional trauma with that, though.” She throws her head back, laughing, as she walks away.

  “By the way,” She turns around dramatically, her black hair twirling around like stardust in the wind. “You’re actually fifteen.”

  “What?” Her brother’s sobs escalated into loud cries as he realized that no matter what he did, no matter what he tried, his sister was always going to be leagues above him. For he had the finest healing abilities in the land, but alas, his poor education meant that he could not count.

  Celestine, by the way. That was his name. Don’t be fooled by the description. For he is the true protagonist of this story. Perhaps one day, he shall RICE to the glory of being great enough to override his sister’s interpretation of this great story.

  But, that’s far off into the future. For now? She had all the playing cards in her hands.

  Later that afternoon, Celestia was enjoying another day at school with her girlfriends. The school had a beautiful courtyard with a garden maze. After a long day of gently parenting her little brother in the wake of her parents death, she greatly enjoyed smoking some mothsilk with her three beautiful buddies.

  “So then he like, flew through the window and pretended like nothing happened.”

  “Wow,” Andromeda said. “That’s crazy.”

  “He deserved getting slapped.” Tera cackled.

  They all laughed and completely ignored the principal, Principal Watersnapper, as he walked towards them disciplinarily. He had the head of a snapping turtle, and always sounded like he was gargling water. No one knew what his actual name was.

  “Girls, you should be in class.” He yells at them, pointing his human hand angrily at the floor.

  “Get lost,” Celestia said.

  “Okay,” He whimpered, cowering as he walked away with the most terrible posture in the land.

  The three girls stood there. “Actually we should go to class, because I’m getting kinda bored.” Tera said.

  “That’s a stupid idea.” Celestia snapped at her. “What are you, five years old?”

  Tera hung her head low, knowing that she didn’t know how to count beyond four, and Celestia always picked five on purpose.

  “Wait, oh my goddess.” Andromeda gasped. “Is that…Lunus?”

  The girls all huddled together, hiding behind a column in terror. Except for Celestia, who had a smile growing on her face, her eyelashes smacking against her cheeks dramatically as she pursed her lips, advancing towards the tall handsome boy.

  “Hey Lunus,” She smirked, smacking him as hard as she could on the ass. “How’s my little starlight kitten?”

  Lunus jumped, his long silver hair covering his one red eye. “How do you know my name?”

  “I heard your grandma say it.” Celestia leaned really nonchalantly on the side of the pillar they were standing next to.

  “My grandma doesn’t leave the house.” He whispers, the horrors untold dawning on him. “She’s bedbound. It’s terminal.”

  “So you’re that hot werewolf boy in our grade, aren’t you?”

  The darkness was really starting to get to Lunus, but he let the horrors untold wash off his back for now. This foolish human female witch mortal who was also uncontrollably hot would reap what she sowed in good time.

  “Hey, Celestia?” Andromeda said, her white hair bouncing off of her scalp.

  “You’re interrupting Tia Time.” Celestia snarled at her as she flexed her calf muscles.

  “No, like, your brother–”

  “My BROTHER?!” Celestia yelled, her hair snapping like a cowboy whip as she whipped around to look at Andromeda.

  “Yeah. Look!” Tera points at the sky. Celestia looks up, and in horror, realizes what it is.

  Her brother. On a broomstick. Just like that morning.

  And he was headed directly towards the university’s main hall window.