Young Magic I: Shoujo and Shounen Wars

Thirty-Nine: Let Us Make Haste Plotting Our Goals

"Ellen Breont. I truly appreciate your obedience and hard work. However you are admittedly too stiff sometimes. I see you as well attempting to imitate an image of intimidation and a darkly seriousness. As it is the nightmare spirit Amulet we will be facing, he might take advantage of what you try so hard to become, especially the secrets you desperately press in the shadows." goddess Natalia demonstrated.

Familiar winds and breezes from the clouds all flurry away above the field afar from the Rivers family chapel.

Positioned and scattered at said field, a couple of the selected children were still lined in a single file, while the deities and entities interrogated each of them.

Claudia and Preston Rivers have specifically been finished to be discussed with, as they were both first.

Along with Beth Scarves, who went first with them, all three of them by the courtesy of Blossom, the pink-haired Grim Reaper Girl.

It was the Breont cousins' turn, Ellen and Peter Breont, to be listed and assigned thoroughly of strategies by their superior or role model goddess, Natalia of the night.

"Yes, goddess Natalia ma'am!" Ellen immediately obeyed, her spine almost trembling like the creak of a pole from standing too straight.

Natalia caressed her back with her fingers, and surprisingly the touch of her fingertips helped calm down the blue-haired braided girl.

Even a weak little shudder came out from the former-goth exorcist girl from her posture suppressing so much.

"As I said, not too stiff." Natalia told her, as she began to style the exorcist's braid playfully with her same fingers. "It is well appreciated that you are obedient and complying. Suppose you no longer need to be very poised or proper. Let all the gloom and murkiness spread out of you like the expressing wave of the night when it had its time of the day."

A humming giggle muffled out of Natalia, as she next passes by Ellen's back and waltzes to Peter from behind.

"Your image reminds me similarly to my younger brother, dearest Natalie. How very stiff and emotional indeed." Natalia lured with crescent, teasing eyes, as she soon played with Peter's red ponytail.

Peter Breont lowers his arms from resting behind his head and crosses them over his chest, giving way awkwardly for the night goddess to land her hands on his cherry-tinted hair.

Unlike Ellen, whose eyes deepened in thought and childlike shame, Peter's eyes watched calmly in curious skepticism, a little less obedient towards the goddess girl but particularly interested in her actions.

"Speaking of my brother, I believe, as he is a deity like myself and has been in the same discussion as earlier with the other entities, he is able to speak with his own mortal people that he knows." Natalia twiddled the ribbon string around the boy's ponytail.

"I knew you would say that," the music deity Natalie sighed in defeat, pushing himself off a closed lid piano from where he sat.

Once he waltzed his way begrudgingly towards where he'd been called to, Peter abruptly swatted away Natalia's dark hands from running through his ponytail.

"Pshh, I wouldn't say I'm one of his so-called mortal people." Peter scoffed dubiously. "And anyway, I know what you're about to say. I'm way too laidback and reckless and lazy to fully engage in the battle. I should be more like Ellen, right?"

Peter's sneer burns directly at Natalie, whose neutral and unbothered expression just watched and listen to him like a spoiled, rebelling little kid.

"If you ask me, it's music DJ Natalie here who needs some life check real quick to prevent him from being evil or something." Peter taunted. "Maybe you should further review him that, madame Natalia."