The heirs of Victubia are aware that war has broken out. Mad Cry and Virus Cry, the sister and brother of Lord Cryaotic, are raising an army to overthrow the queens and their daughter. What happens when the Lords and Ladies at the warfront are captu...
"Tori, give me back my sweater!" Kat screams after her twin. Tori had took her Victubia Magi Academy uniform's sweater, and needless to say, the Vox magic student was pissed. "I'm gonna be late!"
"Come and get me!"
"Oh, you asked for this!" She mutters a spell and a ball of light knocks her sister to the ground. "Haha! I'll take that, thank you," She picks up the sweater and pulls it on, fixing her collar in the mirror hung in the hall.
Tori sits up, scowling. "Oh, don't be such a wuss!"
"I'm not a wuss!"
"Whatever. I gotta get to VMA, and you have to go to training before Papa kills you." Tori swears under her breath, getting to her feet and grabbing her sword from the hook on the wall. The two girls exit the house, going their seperate ways.
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"Can any of you tell me who has the advantage here?" The instructor adresses the class, and Charlie's hand shoots up. "Charlotte?"
"Ifraah, sir."
"Why exactly?"
"She is lighter, thus she is faster and she has her wind magic."
"Correct. Why don't the rest of you make an example out of Charlotte. Be more involved. Now, pay atten-" The door bursts open, and an out of breath Kat runs through. "Late, Kathleen?"
"My sister took my uniform, sir." She pants.
"Sit beside Charlotte." She grins and takes her seat. The two had become friends when Kat had first came to the VMA, the second person in a long time to study Vox magic at the Academy. Charlie's father, Lord Cryaotic, was the first.
"Hey, how's Cheyenne?" Her face falls. Her mother had contracted cancer the year before, and things were looking grim then.
"S-She... She died. Last night."
"Oh my God." Cheyenne was like a mother to Kat, and hearing she had died crushed her as much as it crushed Charlie to say it. "I knew it was bad, but I didn't think it was that bad."
"Neither did I." The students cheer as Ifraah emerges victorious.
"Kat, you and Andi are next." The water user grins at Kat as she moves to the center. Kat swears loudly. Andi was one of the only ones who could beat her. She moves to the instructor and whispers in his ear. "Change of plans. Tyler and Andi."
"Why me?" Tyler yells, almost dropping his duck. His parents were Lord Pewds of Ducksworth, and Lady Marzia.
"Because I said so! NOW GET IN THE BLOODY RING!" The brown haired boy scrambles to the circle, the duck following him. The two girls laugh with the class as they watch him scramble to get his duck to stay.
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"My lady, pay attention!" The tailor says as she pulls out a swatch of fabric, cutting a piece off and adding it to the collar of her jacket.
"Sorry, Marzia. I'm just distracted." Ashley's eyes dart to her. The queens had left earlier that day, leaving her to run the kingdom for who knows how long with her uncle, Ohm.
"It's perfectly fine, Ashley. Are Kat and Charlie coming here after classes? I know Tyler will be coming."
"Tori's meeting her sister after training. Their dads are going to the front as well." Marzia nods, threading a needle with golden thread. The two stand in silence for a few minutes, Ash staring out the floor to cieling window as Marzia attaches the silver fabric to the collar.
To say she was worried was to put it mildly. Ashley was wondering if this would be the time her mothers were killed by Mad and Virus. How could Marzia be so carefree? Lord Pewdiepie was at the front as well, wasn't she worried?
How, indeed. How, indeed.
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Tori swiftly jabs Brandon in the stomach, earning a grunt from the brunette and successfully making him double over. She kicks his legs out from under him, and he falls to the ground, and she places her sword to his neck.
"When did you get so good, Fishloughlin?" He had dubbed her a mixture of her father's last names when they first had met, back when they were both scared trainees.
"A few years ago, idiot." She laughs, "My dads are in the guard, you know. I have to practice outside of training."
Sir Mark, head of security at Minx Castle, walks through the lines of guards sparring, before coming to a stop at them. "Well, well, look what we have here," he grins," looks like she beat you again, Brandon. That's my girl."
"Papa, shut up." She groans, hitting him hard. He only grins wider.
Tori wished this could last forever, that she could just live in this moment and not have to see her fathers leave to fight. But it can't be.
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A/n: Hey guys! So, I'm going to visit my fam(oh God help me) and I'm making chapters to publish as I am there. So, yeah.
