My Multicolored Cloak

Twelve Apprentices

Our story begins many years ago-

"Many as in twenty, or many as in a million?" Adrien asked.

"Yes," Fleur answered.

*ahem*

Our story begins many years ago, when there was a powerful magician. His duties were of utmost importance, as he was the one who had the power to create small, helpful beings known as Pixls. The world had been divided into many different groups and kingdoms, but this magician was separate from all these groups. He didn't align himself with light OR dark magic but instead focused on his own unique abilities. 

This powerful magician's name was Caleb. While he hoped to live a relatively humble life, many knew of him for his unique skills and abilities. However, he refused every hopeful young mage who tried to approach him and ask for his guidance. He was very selective with who he'd share his unique powers, despite hundreds of travelers coming to him. He knew the danger that came with his unique abilities, so he chose to live in a far-off land, miles away from any other kingdoms that might want to utilize his powers.

While he didn't share his unique talents with many, he did share them with his twelve apprentices; his own beautiful, healthy children whom he loved and cherished with all his heart. 

The world was still young. No paths had been paved, no legends had been created. There was so much undecided, so much freedom. The future was not yet set in stone, but Caleb could tell that his twelve children were going to be key players in the future of the world. 

Caleb's eldest son was called Clint. He often considered himself the leader of his family. His bright blonde hair was both coarse and bristly, not that he minded. He often covered it with a brown broad-brimmed hat. His eyes were a flaming orange color, as was his skin. He often wore heeled boots to match his hat, and his cloak was the color of the sunset. While he wasn't the brightest of the siblings, he certainly thought he was, as he was often the first one to speak up and share his opinions. His pixl companion, slim, was nothing more than a tool to him. Clint was incredibly skilled when it came to flipping between dimensions and teleporting, though he couldn't teleport large groups of people. Just himself and his pixl. 

The second eldest, Jaq, had a much softer, gentler appearance. Though his voice was significantly harsher. He spoke with a thick French accent, which often would clash with Clint's heavy Western accent. The two would often argue over whose voice was more soothing. (Both their voices were equally annoying.) Jaq wore a green cloak and a matching green beret. His eyes were a teal-ish green color as well. During his free time, he and his Pixl Thudley would go taste-testing. There was nothing Jaq loved more than exquisite food. His skin was significantly more pale than Clint's, to the point where he almost looked human. His abilities included being able to sense any food within a twenty-mile radius. Clint would often make fun of him and call him a dog because Jaq used his sense of smell to do this. If you can't tell, the two didn't exactly get along. 

Shyama was the next in line. She was Caleb's only daughter. Being the second smallest often made her seem weak at first glance, but her brothers learned not to judge her by appearances. Though she was quite frail and often got sick, she was one of the most powerful siblings. She could cast shadows and utilize any inch of darkness surrounding her. Not that she was evil by any means. In fact, most of the time she used her shadows to make small shadow puppets for Benjamin. She was quite frail and thin, and her skin was a sickly-blue color, but her hair and eyes glowed like the midday sky. Her Pixl companion was none other than Dottie, who she felt fairly neutral about. She didn't use her Pixl often because she didn't want her brothers to think she needed any help. She could survive on her own just fine. Her cloak was a deep lilac color.