Way Back When: A Backstory Tale

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Age: 16 - Two weeks from 17

Location: Planet Ephedia

Black Crystal magic use: None

Note: They have no idea what is about to happen to them.

Praxina
Black. That's all I see. A black landscape in front of me, not a tree, house, or even person in sight, it's just me.
Well, me and my brother. He's my twin, so I figure that's why we're here together.
We stare at the nothingness in front of us, neither one of us being able to move. That's what always happens, we become frozen.
Every. Single. Time.
I have mixed feelings about this. I've, been here before, many times before. With him. With me. With nothing but black. It's, strange, and peculiar.
All of a sudden, the black land scape gave way to the Ephidian castle, we were standing inside of it. Instead of the castle being bright and cheerful as I had seen it before, the castle was dark, and almost mysterious. The castle had lost its good and gained and evil and almost hellish look.
Mephisto and I both noticed a man sitting in the Ephidian throne, the man who's always sitting in the throne that does not belong to him.
The man had long blonde hair and wore a cape that draped over him in the front and back almost completely. 
He wore a mask over his face, preventing either me or my brother to see his face.
The mysterious man looked at us and said something to us.
"Have you finally done it?"

I startle awake as my eyes fly open. I look around my surroundings to see that I was in my room. The room I have had been in for my whole life.    All sixteen years of it.
I sigh and brush my magenta-burgundy coloured hair out of my face.
It would never stay out of my face, I just wish it would, like I like it.
Once I finally get it to stay tucked behind my ear, I climb out of bed and decide to get dressed.
I pull on a black strap less dress and dark blue jeans. I put on a bright red sweater and pair it all with black heels.
After I finished getting dressed, I open my bed room door and step outside of it. I walk down the small hall that leads to the living room and kitchen. I also pass Mephisto's room, his door is closed so I'm sure he's still asleep.
I continue down the hall until I get to the small living room, my parents were both in there.
My parents had been married for over twenty years, they told me they met at an Ephidian ball one year. They said they had been dancing when they eyed each other. It was love at first sight, as they believe, but I'm not sure I believe in that.
My father has violet-purple hair and fair skin, while my mother has hair with a bit of a pink tone to it and fair skin. I guess that's how Mephisto and I got our magenta-burgendy like hair.
   Father turns to look at me. "Praxina! You're up early."
"Umm, yeah. I had that dream again," I said, walking towards the couch and sitting down.
"Dear, you mean the dream with you and your brother lost in the forest?"
Okay, so maybe I lied to my mom about the dream, a bit. But only because I don't understand it yet.
I looked a my mother.
"Y-yeah, that's the one."
"These dreams are probably happening for a reason. Are, you worried about something? Is something bothering you at all?" my father asked, his dark brown eyes full of concern.
"No, I'm fine. I just don't understand...." I said, looking at my father, then the floor.
"Well, don't worry about it, okay? And if there is something bothering you, you can tell us, okay?" my mother said to me, her light blue eyes seemed to sparkle at bit.
"Okay," I replied.
After our conversation, I walked to our book case and picked a book to read. I may not be the fastest reader, but I like it, every so often.
Once I had selected a book, I walked over to the couch and sat down between each parent. My father on my left, my mother on my right.
Once I was seated, my hair fell from behind my ear and above my face. I frowned and tucked it behind my ear again.
Beside me, I heard laughter. I turned my head to see it was my father who had laughed.
"What?" I asked calmly.
"Well, it's just that, you always tuck your hair. You should let it loose once and a while," he replied.
I smiled. "I'll think about it."
My father smiled back. "I love you."
"I love you too."
He smiled. "I know."

Mephisto
I snap awake in my bed as could feel sweat running down my forehead while I struggle to catch my breath.
"That damn dream again," I mumbled to myself. It's the same dream I have been getting for a while now, the one with the mysterious man in the castle. I just don't understand why it keeps reacurring so often, I told Prax about it, and she's had that dream too. It's all confusing to me.
I sigh and get out of my bed, only I'm hit with a wave of nausea that forces me to sit on the edge of my bed. I've been sick for the past couple of days, but hopefully I'm better today than yesterday.
I attempt to stand again, going more slowly this time, and I succeed.
Ignoring the nauseous feeling in my stomach, I walk towards my dresser with determination.
As soon as I get there, I grab a shirt from the top drawer and pull it over my bare chest. I felt hot from the fever I probably still have, I also feel weak in my limbs.
Once I've got my shirt on, I slowly make my way to my door.
When I reach it, I grip the door handle and gasp for breath.
"Guess I'm not much better today than yesterday."
I open the door slowly and peer out into the hallway. I could see light coming from the living room.
Slowly I make my way down the hall, where I could hear my sister and father talking.
I round a corner to enter the living room, where my parents and sister were all sitting.
All of them look up at me, giving me sympathetic smiles.
"Hello dear!" mother says to me.
"Hi."
"How are you feeling?"
"Awful, I feel the same as yesterday."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"Me too."
"Just relax! We don't have plans anyway," father says to me.
Praxina looks at me for a second, then returns to her book.
"Okay," I reply to my father.
I walk over to our living room chair and sit in it. I'm not sure what to do so I stare at some of the paintings that were on the walls. My mother and father both love paintings, especially when a painting is their own. They like painting together sometimes, and sometimes Prax and I get to help.
I stiffle a sigh as another wave of nausea washes over me.
Being sick sucks, especially when you're dying to learn the new spells you were supposed to learn the day you got sick.
I sure hope I get better soon so I can learn them.