𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 | 𝐏. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

chapter seven: fire elemental

"Hi, (Y/n)!" Morgan, your sweet little sister, greeted you through the phone. "Where are you?"

"I'm in Prague, baby." You told her with a smile. "Pretty great out here."

"Prague?" Pepper asked. "Shouldn't you be in Paris today? Prague isn't part of the trip."

"Yeah, I know, I know." You said as you sat on your bed. "It was unexpected, and no one told us anything. Change of plans, I guess?"

"But Paris is the place you wanted to go." Morgan frowned, and you can feel her frown and sadness. "Even Dad wanted to come back there."

You sighed. "Yeah, it's okay. Hey, maybe next time I can go to Paris, but this time, you and Mom are with me. We can celebrate Dad's birthday in Paris."

"What about Peter?" Morgan asked.

You blushed and cleared your throat. "Peter? You want to bring him along?"

"Yeah!"

You chuckled. "But you only met him once."

Morgan pouted. "Pleaseee?"

"Alright, fine. I'll try to bring him along."

"Yay!" You heard Morgan cheer. You chuckled slightly and stood up. "I miss you, (Y/n)!"

"Aww... I miss you too, Morgan." You grinned. "Tell Mom that I miss her too."

"I miss you too, (Y/n)." You heard Pepper reply. "Now stay safe out there."

You smiled. "Love you, both. Bye!"

You both ended the call. Once you were downstairs, you went to meet up with your friends who had been waiting for the instructors' approval to attend the festival.

"Good news..." Harrington grinned. "We're going to the opera!"

"Huh?" A classmate of yours asked. "The opera?"

"Don't look at me." Dell shook his head as he raised his hands in defense.

"What happened to the carnival?" You asked with a frown.

"Well, this is upgrade living, guys," Harrington responded. "Come on. The tour company just gave us these tickets. For free! Do you have any idea how much opera tickets cost?"

Ned looked up at Peter, who just gave him a slow nod and assured him they would be safe if they went to the opera. That was the plan he came up with.

"No," Flash argued. "Because none of us have ever wanted to go to the opera. Ever."

Michelle nudged you. "I think going to the opera's pretty great. Please don't be mad."

You rolled your eyes and smiled. "I'm not."

"Well, I think this is gonna be culturally enriching for us." Ned excused.

Harrington pointed to Ned and nodded. "Thank you, Ned." Betty frowned and whispered to Ned about agreeing to come to the opera. "Everyone, this is gonna be, maybe, the best four hours of our whole trip."

"Four hours?!" All of you exclaimed, except for Peter and Ned.

"Guys, I think this is gonna be really fun. Seriously." Ned said positively.

You groaned in annoyance. "This trip is getting worse." You mumbled under your breath before glancing at Michelle. "Sorry."

Michelle shrugged. "No, I'm with you. Opera's fun, but the festival is way more fun. But hey, there's one thing interesting here in Plague."

You looked at her with a curious look. "Oh, yeah? What is it?"

"You know there's a bridge here where they used to execute people? They were like... in a basket, and they would drown in the water."