Stella sighed as she exited the hospital, the cool air touching her skin. As she walked down the steps she felt eyes following her every move, which made her grip the black to her chest tighter. She shivered when her bare feet hit the stone path, keeping her eyes locked onto the path in front of her.
She continued walking, even though she wasn't sure where she was going but she knew she didn't want to stay there for any longer then she had too. She could hear whispers, if they had been about her or not she wasn't sure but she wasn't ready to find out.
She should have bought a hoodie with her, maybe the large one she had taken from her dad. . .
Stella took a deep breath, feeling the bags under her eyes weigh on her. She looked back at the stairs, seeing Ciara helping Kane down the steps, Ria still clinging to her as well. She could feel the dark magics rolling off Kane and Ria as they came closer. This did not scare her like it would most other magic users, it rather was comforting to her. It reminds her of her Pa.
She waited for them to catch up to her, taking notice that Ria's energy seemed dimer then normal bubbly energy. The witch-hybrid could hardly blame the little one, watching your dad get hurt was never fun, especially when you think they're unbeatable.
Stella had felt that feeling first hand when she watched Leif lose a fight for the first time. It hurt so much to see Pa be beaten bloody until her Dad had come to save them. Victor had always told his husband that if he wasn't careful things would come back to bite him. But Leif loved to live life on the edge, see how far he could push himself and fate.
"Stella. . .? Are you crying?" Stella snapped back into reality, realizing she was still just standing there and now had streams of tears going down her face. She rubbed her face with a human hand while her Enderman hand twitched awkwardly, attempting to hide her pain.
"I'm fine Ciara!" Stella said, a large smile forced onto her lips before she turned away and walked away from the assassin. She continued walking, away from Ciara's nosy personality and away from all the whispering.
Leif was the clown of the coven, at least that's what everyone said that knew him. Those who didn't could never imagine such a cold, "twisted" Mage even being able to crack a genuine smile. Stella never believed those lies, she had seen her Pa smile, laugh, chuckle, and even love. Leif was never like those Witches or Mages in the stories that lost their minds to Corrupted Magics.
Leif used Corrupted magics all the time, it never affected him the same way it did everyone else. Which had made him one of the most powerful Mage's there in the coven and the whole Overworld even. That was why despite all his teasing and embarrassing comments, Stella was proud to be known as his daughter.
Victor, Leif's husband, was the more calm of the two. Keeping his chaotic husband in check. Victor had been the one that taught her to read, write, add, and do magic. Victor had been more of entertainer with his magics, creating small people, animals, even items to make shows for the people of the coven. They called him the Puppeteer. And everyone knew better than to mess with the Puppeteer. Except for Leif.
Stella stopped suddenly when a little brown-haired girl almost ran into her, nervously apologizing before running over to her, what Stella assumed was her dad. Now focusing on the world around her Stella realized that she had wandered into a residential area. She watched the little girl grab her father's hand as they walked away.
Stella's earliest memories of her father were holding onto their hands as they walked through the streets of the coven. Before Leif scooped her up and held her tightly against his chest. She remembers hearing Victor's warm chuckles as he watched his lover place kisses all over Stella's small head.
