Twins of Love*

10. The source of magic

"... In short, we'll have two magical children, then. But I am neither a wizard nor a sorcerer."

"According to Faragonda, you may have distant magical relatives and you have inherited remnants of magic." She admits.

"But I don't know anything about my birth family, so how can I trace that back? Or rather, my uncle seems anything but a being with magical powers..." He says scratching his arm in which he had the infusion canula. Musa gently strokes it for him, shaking her head.

"Riv, what on earth has gotten into you? Do you know how much I would have suffered if you were..."

"I deserve it, Muse. I already had to die twenty-one years ago."

"You don't deserve it, love of my life..." she puts the bracelet back on him.

Riven rests his head on her breast, small but welcoming and full of love. Musa caresses his head, kissing his forehead. They stay like this until they both fall asleep in the hospital bed. Musa and Riven return home as soon as he is discharged. Brandon was there waiting for them, along with Stella.

"Hey Stella!" Musa hugs her.

"How are you?" She asks touching her still flat stomach.

"Fine thankfully, Riv too..."

Stella sighs a little sadly. "Aisha, that's it... she told me she doesn't want to hear from you anymore" she tells her so dryly.

"Aisha??? What??? Why?"

" She didn't want you to get back with Riven but we told her that you and he needed to clarify once and for all, but she doesn't get it!"

Musa sighs and takes the blow. She lowers her gaze and shakes her head...every time she found a loved one again, she lost one just as much. As soon as she had the chance, she wanted to make up with her friend, but for now it was better this way.

Faragonda, meanwhile, had reunited with Saladin, Codatorta, and Griffin.

"As you have heard, Musa and Riven are expecting twins. From what I understand, the children are endowed with magical powers. We need to know the source of their power, and Riven's origins."

"Unfortunately, we don't know anything. We don't even know his paternal uncle, who adopted him and from whom he had already separated when he enrolled in my school," Saladin says.

"What kind of magic is the children's magic?" Griffin asks.

"The girl is a fairy, the boy is a wizard. Since that time, Musa has dreamed of them every night and the little boy performs little magic. About the origins of the little girl's power there is no doubt, however..."

"I asked you because Riven has a very powerful dark aura. Do you remember how Darcy had managed to hypnotize him?"

"You say he may have witch-related origins?" Codatorta asks, intrigued. Riven, like Sky, was one of his best students. He wasn't disciplined but he had excellent technique and most importantly he was able to adapt to any situation. He was certainly not the model student like the prince of Eraklyon was, but he was indeed talented.

"It's likely... I should search the dark archives of Cloud Tower."

Faragonda nodded, she had just heard what she feared and suspected.

"Have you thought about names?" The young specialist asks her as they take a bath together. In the downstairs bathroom, instead of a shower, there was a huge bathtub. Riven had prepared the bath to make his fairy relax, she deserved it.

"Seeing them every night in dreams, I always think about it..." she said closing her eyes and resting her head on his chest. "Harmony... Harmony for our little girl."