River Prequel:
Rivers born in a family whose religion influences, celebrates, and embraces wild magic for what it is.
When Belos becomes more serious about the potential dangers of wild magic, spreading word to the isles, it causes most witches to...
It was time for school. Me, Mom, Cerise, and the twins all go to Epiderm Prep. Mom works as the school nurse.
"I'll see you all after school today. Have a good day you all!" Mom smiles as she heads to the front office.
"Bye mom!" I grin and wave.
Cerise and the twins are already ahead of me. I catch up behind them when we head to the front gate of the school.
Classes don't start right away, and it's typically our chance to mingle with the other students before the bell rings.
Cerise goes to her people. The twins go to theirs. I look around for Lumin and Amaya.
Our spot in the morning is usually outside near the grudgby field. I go over there and see Amaya by herself.
She's poking her finger in the dirt and making little pieces of grass sprout. I don't see Lumin at all with her.
I smile and I walk up over to her.
"Amaya!" I exclaim.
Her head shoots up.
"Oh, River. Hey." She smiles sheepishly.
"Where's Lumin?" I sit next to her.
"Oh. He's... not feeling well. I think he went to the bathroom." Amaya smiles awkwardly.
"Is he sick?" I tilt my head.
"Um... no... well... I'm not sure. He was here earlier. But then he left." Amaya says.
"...but... what did he say?" I ask.
"Uh- he said that... uh..." Amaya pauses.
I furrow my eyebrows.
"I- I think he just said that he didn't feel good out of nowhere and ran to the bathroom." Amaya stutters.
"Oh, maybe I should check if he's okay." I start to stand up.
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"Wait." She grabs my arm.
I tilt my head.
Amaya looks concerned... or worried...? I don't know what's wrong with her.
"Uh. He's like... really not feeling good, probably throwing up. You should leave him alone. I don't think you should get sick." She says.
"Oh. It's that bad?" I ask.
"Um. Yeah." She says.
"Oh." I say a little concerned.
Amaya stays silent. She lets go of my wrist and then folds her arms, she continues sitting on the ground.
I sit next to her and I look at her. She keeps plucking out the pieces of grass she makes, and sprouts some new ones with her magic. Only to pluck them out again.
