Even in a world full of magic and wonder, no one can escape dealing with very human problems.
Claire, the outspoken witty new kid mermaid is fearful of being alone and separated, and just wants a group of friends to call her own. Elora, the wild on...
Sibling rivalry is expected in all families. In fact, a small altercation in any relationship is healthy every now and then. The Quires, however, unlike other siblings, took "small altercation" to an entirely new level. Abelle and Nick were brother and sister, and to most people, that's all they were, a pair of siblings. But, those who truly knew them understood the real reason they picked at each other, the intricate bonds that fueled the whole quarrel between each member of the Quire family. No one ever did fully understand the complexity of their sibling-ship until much later on. Even now, you still can't quite grasp why Nick was so petty to his younger sister back in those days. Was it her empathy? Her innate likeability? Her power? Or maybe it was just because he failed History the previous year and had to retake that class, only this time with his sister and her friends.
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"You turned your sister into a bird?" Lily asked, her eyes never leaving her notebook, "That's harsh."
"She had it coming, rummaging through my things without permission. Why I needed to be so harsh is my business," Nick glared at Lily for her audacity, "and mine alone." Letting out a malicious grin, he laughed, "And may I state for the record what a lovely bird she made. A pity Lawrence had to intervene." His muscles tensed as he took out his notebook and placed it on his desk.
Abelle snarked at her brother's impertinence. She squirmed uneasily in her seat, obviously unsure how to take the sarcastic flattery from her brother.
Elora's pen began scribbling today's lesson down onto her paper with an easy flick of the wrist. "I guess it's a brother and sister sort of thing," she pondered out loud. Her lack of siblings never failed to annoy her. Being the only child of her family, part of her envied Nick and Abelle despite their hostile relationship.
Claire sat there silently, eavesdropping onto their conversation, quietly taking in the lesson conducted by Mr. Ednill. She secretly wished she was taking part in their discussion. Besides, something about Nick made her skin boil. Someone needed to put him in his place. After all, if he did do cruel things regularly, he must be up to no good. Her heated thoughts and the sound of Nick's incessant rambling sent Claire over the edge. She couldn't help it. With a single twist of her fingers, a bubble of water formed, floating above her hand. With some luck, she could maneuver it over to Nick and flood his desk with a simple twist of her fingers. Nothing too serious, just enough to even the tides. He used magic. Why couldn't she?
Nick muttered a faint discrete chant under his breath and into the ring on his finger. The floating bubble froze and shrank into the size of an egg, which Nick deposited onto Claire's desk. A few tendrils of frost formed around it, slowly creeping across the polished wood.
"Touché" Claire stared into the crystalline form.
"I would hex you for that, but I have bigger fish to fry," he replied.
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