Medics & Outcasts

I Thráxi

 My name is Thráxi 'Coal' Stone, the second one to have inherited both the Moonstone and the Coal stone in the history of the Blesse, a tight-knit yet large group of people with supernatural abilities related to the stone they are born with. You'll have to find out the rest as we go.

 Though I may be the first, I am not the protagonist. No, I am merely his younger sister...

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 "Are you sure you'll get the result you want this time?" I asked my brother as I transported some of his medical supplies.

 "Of course, I think I figured it out," Animus replied to me, slight amusement colouring his tone when I let some of my irritation leak through my voice.

 I didn't comment, staring at the misty figure watching us nearby. I didn't recognize him, he might've been an old doctor—or scientist. I almost missed the way my brother's eyes flickered in the same direction, shining in wonder before he turned away.

 I was the only one who could see them.

 Animus Stone is my older brother, the eldest Stone sibling. As the holder of the Amethyst, it came as no surprise to know that he was an excellent doctor—for everyone but himself. People described him as heavenly, almost unseeable eyes glowing through his mask when he healed and long lavender hair glistening in the light. Other than that, he was probably deemed too beautiful for others to see by his father, resulting in him constantly wearing a white porcelain mask—disgusting. Few have seen his face.

 The ghost momentarily became clearer to my eyes and offered a slight incline of the head before he disappeared; he was nice.

 "Thráxi!"

 I jumped, unintentionally glaring at Animus before I just sighed, "What?"

 "You accidentally dropped the box," He told me, subconsciously tapping his mask as if he was contemplating. Somehow, he didn't sound upset at all.

 I winced when I saw the mess on the floor. Shucks, I'll need to help clean that up. Then when I heard a familiar voice from the door, I groaned inaudibly. Wonderful.

 "What's all the ruckus for?" She sounds so annoying to my ears that if someone turned her mute I would thank them with my life.

 Diamond Stone is my younger sister, guardian of the diamond stone, and the family favourite. She looks like a living diamond in my opinion—the amount of times I've said 'diamond' in this introduction is astounding—and I have always found her... odd. I don't hate her, she just rubs me in the wrong way, albeit unintentionally.

 "Oh. Hi, Dia," Animus greeted Dia, voice much quieter and hesitant than it was before. He had the same feeling, I knew. That wasn't the only thing though...

 "I was about to tell you two about something I noticed when I heard something fall. Did you make something explode again, Animus?" she asked the last question while directing her piercing gaze towards Animus making him sweat and shudder, especially when he noticed her cracking her knuckles.

 "No..." he stilled and I imagined his eyes going glassy really clearly, like a deer in headlights. I did not like that look, at all.

 Diamond didn't seem the least bit convinced, compelling her to punch him with enough strength to throw him to the wall. I had to resist the urge to create a chasm and throw her in. I couldn't do that.

 "I thought there was a no-violence-to-living-beings policy in this room. Where is it now? In the metaphorical garbage?" I muttered to myself.

 "He's the doctor here, he can heal himself, so it doesn't apply to him," Dia replied.