𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 [𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝]

⟹ 𝐨. 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

───･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Once upon a time──or so how most fairy tales begin. With a princess, fair and lovely, in a castle. Or some small children in the woods. Fairies. A talking animal. A witch in an old cottage.

──A curse.

Ah, yes. Gamble your name, your first born child, your very soul, in order to escape a marriage, or for a chance at gold and riches. Maybe you've been cruel to an old crone who's harboring a secret power, and got turned into a frog, or a strange beast.

Maybe you were the unfortunate girl tasked to save the creature, change them back into a handsome young man through your love, or, a simple but pure kiss.

Or, perhaps your parents pissed off a powerful fairy, or your beauty threatened a witch and one wrong move would send you into a hundred years of sleep.

──But the eldest Clarke daughter isn't cursed in that way, oh no. Hers hadn't come from a vengeful old crones. In fact, it had been self imposed, beginning as protection and then passed on through the eldest child of every generation of their family.

A cloaking spell, made by one of their ancestors centuries ago, to keep the young maiden from being tracked down by a rich man who wanted her for his wife. The woman grew paranoid and desperate, elevating the spell until she became undetectable unless she herself gave up her location.

(Because, contrary to some belief, consent is, and will forever be, attractive.)

So strong was the spell that she inadvertently passed it onto her descendants, the oldest child in each family, for she too was the oldest among her siblings.

A spell given with no ill intentions, merely to protect.

In the modern world, it meant that Bridget Clarke can't ever be pinned on location tracking apps, nor can she be stalked. Which would be helpful if she were ever susceptible to stalking, but between her and her sister Lenore, the younger one was more likely to have stalkers, being as popular as she is.

But it also meant the Jet could escape whenever she needs to, without the fear of someone ever finding her when she isn't ready to be found yet.

──Once upon a time, there was a little girl who forced herself to stop hiding out of the fear that everyone would eventually grow tired of looking.

───･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Notes:
just a bit of a prologue to get things started! shall update again later this week. thank you for reading!