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Jezebella having no magical parents had to train herself how to control her broom. It seemed she had to concentrate all of her time and energy on the broom but Jezebella sadly has the attention span of a four year old and could never properly addapt for her broom. It bucked like a horse jerking side to side, up and down, twisting and turning all around. It was making Jezebella sick but it forced her to concentrate, when she finally gained some control she mumbles to the others something unheard before her broom suddenly plummits back to the earth beneath her. Her scream echoed through the neighborhood as the ground rapidly became closer and closer only to stop feet above the ground and lunge forward into the forest. Her screaming calls out from the forest and animals fled.
"Jezebellaaaa!!" her little brother shouts in panic and starts to sprint after her but he comes to a hault when he sees Jezebella shoot out from the forest top.
Jezebella's broom sways side to side, its bucking had ceased but it was still a bit unstable. Jezebella looks over herself and finds only some small cuts. She waved down to her paniced family hoping that it would ease their nerves. She dusts herself off with one hand and tries her best to rid herself of leaves and twig and when she was satisfied she called out to the others "Heeeeeey!! Come on lets gooo!!!!"
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_Arcenciel gave a loud, hooting laugh as she sped up to match Jezebella and shouted, “Way to go! I’ve never had my broom flip out like that… without crashing, that is! You’re a lucky one, aren’t ya?!” She grinned wholeheartedly at the child, overflowing with excitement for their departure into the world on their own. It would be just the three of them and something of a fresh start in a new town. The truth was that they were all excited about it, whether or not they would miss someone back home. In a year’s time they would return for a visit to brag of their accomplishments and to mourn their mistakes. With Bentley leading the way, the small group of young Magical Folk flew off into the night, on their way to their greatest journey in life.
_As the hours of the night passed on, the families left little by little as did Arcenciel’s ex-boyfriends. Her family pleaded with her mother to come back to her home with them, but she insisted staying a little longer and gave them her key. Soon she was the only one standing. The lights in Bentley’s home were off and there were no streetlights nearby to illuminate her figure. Only the vast moon and its reflection of the sun were there to comfort her as she stared into the sky where her daughter and her friends had left. Her body had gone numb, and she had forgotten the bulky envelope in her hands. Life behind her glasses was all but gone until the wind grew strong enough to knock the envelope from her hands.
_She waved at the air franticly to catch it, clumsily running with her back arched forward, and risking losing her balance completely. The wind finally decided to take pity on her and pinned the envelope against a lamppost in front of her car. She peeled it off then quickly opened it to read her daughter’s first letter. The first page of the letter was covered front and back with Arcenciel’s huge but heartfelt and gorgeous handwriting. Feeling a chill, Ms. Vipond decided to sit in her car with the heat on while she read…

Hey, Mom, this was written a week before my takeoff night so that I may get all my thoughts down by then. I feel hand written letters are personal, a design of the heart, which is exactly what I want you to see.

I want to apologize for giving up on you when Father left us. I should have been there for you instead of lashing out because I felt I had the right to. That was foolish and selfish of me, and I am so sorry. If I had been sensible enough to stop and realize your true potential strength, as I do now, maybe things would have turned out differently. Maybe I could have had a chance to become as great a women and Witch as you are. You are understanding and generous, and I have no right to call you my mother except by blood. It would have been easier and in your right to also give up on me, but you didn’t. Thank you, for giving me the second chance I don’t deserve.
Even as I write this letter I find I am still unable to resist my arrogant and stupid ways. The urges to steal and to destroy are not as strong as they once were, but the temptation to manipulate others is too great. I find it easy and in a way a guilty pleasure of mine, and I know it’s all too obvious. In the beginning, I blamed Father, I blamed Malcom, and I blamed every other man that ever let me down in my life. Now I know that it is entirely my fault and within my control, because that is exactly what I want: Control. I want others to dance and fetch and obey my every last wish, waiting on me hand and foot as if I were a queen. Disgusting, aren’t I? I think so… and now there is something else I want.
I want to change. I want to be a better person outside and in. I want to behave as if I have never committed a crime and have thoughts clear of malevolence. I want to walk by a shop window and plan to buy instead of to steal. I want to go a day without wanting to exterminate something beautiful. I want to create something beautiful and give instead of take from the world. I want to meet a boy who shows me kindness without then taking advantage of him and breaking his heart. You’ve told me I have changed, that I’ve become better; that I’m the darling daughter you remember from our earlier years. In that sense, you are wrong, Mom, I still need to change. I still need to better myself. I’m still not who I once was long ago.
I should have asked you, or I should have at least told you the truth when I said I was going to Bentley’s Saturday. I did stop by his place to say hello, but I spent most of that day at Grandmother’s. Yes, I know you’ve told me it’s best to never ask for one’s future, but I needed to know what path the stars have laid out for me. I needed to know if there was any hope of me truly changing of mind and of actions. Grandmother was very kind and patient with me; she reminded me of you and gave meaning to the phrase “a mother’s mother.” It strengthened my desire to have inherited your personality, and it also strengthened my curiosity as to why I didn’t. Her cards were very precise when laying out my life like a storybook, but I was almost skeptical, like a human would have been. I somewhat wish I was, because this is the only card she gave me for my future.


_The next page of the letter was folded neatly around a card that was slightly larger than one of an average deck. Arcenciel’s mother could see the design of the border sparkling from a gap in the folded paper, telling her what it was. Hands trembling, slowly and carefully unfolded the paper to discover exactly what she had been dreading. The card was loose and fell against her hand, and she snatched it from falling again to look over it better. She knew what the card meant without the aid of her daughter’s list on the creased paper, which read,“Stars mean magic, shadows mean something is following me, black means evil.” After taking a moment to catch her breath and dry her tears, Arcenciel’s mother read the third and final page of the letter.

I am fated to become evil, like few other Troubled Magical Folk have. I believe in sorcery and fortune-telling, but I also believe in the power within myself to change my destiny. I will use my drive for control to do so, focusing it on something good instead of the evil of manipulation. I will create instead of destroy, give instead of take, aid instead of harm. I will have a brighter future; I will outshine my past and have it forgotten. I will! When I leave, I will be leaving all my wrongdoings so that they may mend. When I leave, I will be leaving to improve myself so that I may erase Grandmother’s prediction. You watch, Mom, that card will disappear along with my so-called dark future! You watch, I’ll make history and give hope to others just like me!
YOU WATCH! I’LL MAKE YOU PROUD, MOM!
I love you so much… I’m going to miss you every minute I’m away!

Your Daughter,

Arcenciel~


_It had only been two or three hours into the flight when the skies began to fill with clouds, blocking out the light of the moon the weatherman had promised. Thankfully, their journey was not yet over the waters so that the illumination of the cities below them could still dimly light their way. As she sometimes did, Arcenciel wondered a distance from the other two, but she was still close enough to not worry Bentley that she may run off. Her face, however, was not of her usual carefree attitude but of a solemn one with an undertone of gloom. Soon, her thoughts grew too heavy, too complicated, and too sad to take any longer. For the first time since before her father left, tears openly and silently flowed from her eyes and down her cheeks, which she made no attempt in hiding or wiping away.
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Bentley was in light conversation with Jezebella, glancing at Arcenciel when she
first began drifting from the group. He paid little mind to it at first, knowing her
well enough that at this point she wouldn’t try anything imprudent. He was able
to trust her, to some extent, so he enjoyed talking to Jezy for a while. It wasn’t
until he saw something twinkle in the corner of his eye that he looked her way
again. He lowered his voice, “Jezebella… sorry to interrupt, but Arcenciel. She is
crying…?” He didn’t know whether to state it as fact or to ask if it were true. After
looking into Jezebella’s eyes, he nodded and lowered his broom a bit then drifted
in the silent Witch’s side.
“Arcenciel, what is this?” he asked with a nervous chuckle. “Strong, pretty girl
shouldn’t have crying at this time. You’ve been looking forward to this night! You
were so happy not too long ago.” He tried to relate as best as he could, but all he
could do was remember the day he first had his taste of freedom. It was that day
that he first felt such happiness, and having to help such wonder Witches was
only icing on the cake. He had no idea what could be possibly wrong.

(Edit: ... why does my post look like this? CR... = =)
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Jezebella still had only little control of her broom but managed to drift back to the others. "Big sis Arsy why are you crying? Jezebella has not seen you cry before." Jezebella asks in a hushed whisper. With were they were and they situation she couldnt help the feeling of having to whisper. It was so quiet that she didnt want to disturb it. "O-oh i have a cordless radio, Im against ruining the quiet but I hear music can make a person feel better....right?" she mentions quietly to Arcenciel. "Ooor your little sis Jez can sing to you if that will help!" Jezebella offers flashing a big sweet smile in Arcy's direction.
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_Arcy sighed quietly, becoming disgusted with the way the tears felt on her cheeks. She finally wiped them away and gave a smile to her friends, stating, “I’m just going to miss my mother… so much.” For a moment, she thought she caught herself lying, but she quickly convinced herself that she really wasn’t since she honestly missed her beloved mother already. She was just keeping her worries a secret for the time being. She told another truth, “I didn’t realize how much it would hurt.” She blew a piece of hair out of her face, her expression deflated and moody. A small smile curled again on her lips, eyes still half closed as she turned to Jezebella.
_”I would LOVE to hear you sing, Jez,” she said with all that was genuine in her heart for Jezebella and Bentley. She straightened her back and added, “I can’t think of any requests, though. What will you sing, for Bentley and I?” There was an odd softness to her voice, maybe so that she could match Jezebella’s whisper.
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"Miss her mother..." Bentley whispered to himself. No wonder he didn't understand. He wasn't leaving anyone behind like Arcenciel and Jezebella were. Everyone he truly cared for were right here in the sky with him, and he would be accompanying them to their new home. There was nothing for him to miss or to regret, and there nothing ahead of him to fear except for maybe the unknown, which he was accustomed to. Joan crawled out of his shirt pocket and hopped onto his shoulder. Yet another person he wouldn't have to ever miss. The small creature smiled at him then looked over Arcenciel with a sympathetic frown. Mimicking Joan for a moment, Bentley watched Arcy's expression change to a happier one then smiled himself.
He gave a small nod, "Yes, Jezebella. I, too, would like to hear singing!"
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