The Tempest Spell

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Nova. She's a dark blue haired, popular, sassy biker chic, who always knows what to say, but that's only her first layer. The one the world knows. In her second layer she's a stargazing ,sunset watching, girl watching her life pass in her star filled eyes. Only her brother knows this side of her. But deep down she's a girl who doesn't know where her life is going, where it is, where it will end or when. If she wants to die young or live forever, a girl who's lived her whole life behind a mask a deadly thick mask and she's only making it thicker. Then in a tiny little box hidden deep inside her not even she knows about is the word,Unless. This word appears on her back that no one has seen and has managed to keep hidden all this time. Staring at it in the mirror for hours still not knowing what it meant, or why it was there, why her dark blue hair actually came out of her head that way. She knew she was falling she always had she just didn't know why she couldn't grab onto something. Why she was like this. Who she is.

Ronan. A classic city boy just here putting up a broad way show. He's 6,5 and a red head, Irish and Norse, tall and strong, skinny yet big he is a living oxymoron but he doesn't care. Why should he it's all about his show, not the boy screaming please don't hurt me behind the curtain. His show is about the popular kid in town, straight A's perfect gang, perfect hair, perfect teeth,everything. Pretending he has a home to go back to, a family that likes to see him play with his food instead of break the dish so he could be slapped. Pretending that his father gives him everything instead of just a roof and every single scar he's ever had. Pretending every time someone finds him roaming the street because he was afraid, that he was going to grab a bite. Pretending all his scars were from gang fights or a girl with long nails. He never let anyone touch him, of fear and the words he's heard so many times as a threat engraved across his back, a word disapproving him trying to be someone else,You. He tried to figure it some many times but none of them made sense,his show didn't make sense, his looks didn't make sense, his oxymoron life didn't make sense, he didn't make sense.

Macie. She grew up on a farm, her golden skin matching her golden hair and golden eyes. Her family was a full house her room, one that looked like a little girls but she could never draw herself away from it, she didn't know why, or how she could change it, she just never would, her walls she crowed with drawings of things she's never seen, only read about, or heard, most of them she's seen in dreams. She felt her life was perfect want more could she want, even though she's always the new girl and just moved here she never felt there was something to obtain, something to hunt for, something to find. That life is a never ending path and you'll always end up somewhere and have to live with it. That was her life, her past, her future, her plan. She believed in this so much but the words printed across her back she's had forever against her will, say other wise. Finish it. Why? What did she have to finish? She didn't want her life to end. Or any one else's. She thought everything was complete, her hair, her room, her family what was there to complete? Or more likely why did she have to complete something?

The three of them always knew who each other were just never new they had the same thing in common, but maybe the question is instead of who they are, or why they are here, is how do they save the world from the storm, which known as Tempest is just beginning.