Mass release: 6/25
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No. No. No. No. No. No. No. He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't be here. No. Fuck, no. No. No. Please, no. What is he doing here? What if he feels it's me? What if he attacks me? What if… what if…
["Hey, hey, calm down, Em, calm down,"] Jade tried, worried.
["We are here. He won't touch you. We are here. He won't do anything to you. You are ssssssssafe with us,"] Peridot slid to stay up in her shoulders, as worried as his mate.
["If he try anything, we'll attack him, Em!"] Jade reassured.
I feel like I'mma explode. I… I feel suffocated. I...
Dior came closer, passing her hand around Emerald's waist, seeing how she was near panicking, which would not be good at all, grounding her to herself, "Stay away from my pupil, red," she hissed.
"Don't come any closer," Saoirse covered her with her mom.
But Emerald couldn't rationalize anything, she could only see her father, how he looked tired, broken, angry, a ghost of what he once was, and she couldn't help but to blame herself, for what she did even if by an accident, a slip of her temper, lack of control over her unknown magic. Her eyes turned hazy and her mind dazed, and she could only stand there, doing her best not fucking break into a chaotic anxious mess, in front of the one she's been running away from for years.
Her father who wants her dead.
"What? Can't your pupil speak? Did the cat bit her tongue?" Her father mocked menacingly, and every cell of Emerald's body felt scared, terrified, froze with the sheer horror her memories brought her.
And dazed from the world, her free right hand went to her neck as she remember how he hand strangled her to almost death, how her air was cut out and only survived for a miracle of the Goddesses that guard her, who gave her power enough to kick her father in the dick, so she could sprint out of there while he was on the ground in pain, both emotional and physical.
She ran even though she couldn't breath, she ran because that was her only way of surviving, she ran to the cliff near her parents mansion that gave to the freezing ocean, still covered in her mom's warm blood, too lost to think about what was happening. Her body screamed as she ran, but she couldn't stop even though she was barefoot and her feet was bleeding, her silver blood leaking profusely and mixing with her mom's red blood. Then she jumped from the cliff into the ocean and allowed the waves to take her way, and they did, because she was compatible with the magic of the blues, and the Gods of the Oceans took care of them.
It took her a week to finally regain realization of what happened, a week to get through the daze of the trauma, and when she did, she cried, and cried, and cried, and cried, and cried for days. She didn't eat, only drank the ocean water that wasn't harmful to her, and cried more, everyday for almost a month, she cried herself to sleep, alone in a cave near the beach of the Netherlands' island the ocean brought her to. Then she began her long runaway journey, knowing her father wanted her dead.
She's been running ever since.
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why did he had to come when I finally allowed myself to try living after he forced me to solely survive for 12 years? Is this punishment? Haven't I paid enough? Do I really need to pay with my life? Why? Why did he had to have me with mom? I didn't ask to be born. I certainly didn't ask to be this monster. I… I'm so tired.
"…Emerald? Emerald?" The headmaster yelled at her.
"What the fuck do you want?" She yelled back at him, finally taking her eyes away from her father. "What? What? What is it? Why are you yelling at me?" She yelled again.
Everybody fucking froze, even her father, but she didn't care.
"Fuck. Just measure my fucking power and let's get over with this. Dior made me overwork all night, I am tired. If you don't want me here, just tell me and I'll fucking leave, damn it. Don't judge me as weak without even measuring me. Nyx give me patience. For all that's worthy, I didn't want to be here either," she yelled. "So, stop yelling at me. I am not mentally stable, and I will never be kind to those rude to me. I don't care if you're an older entitled wizard in here or some shit, it means nothing to me. None of you mean shit to me."
"Well, she's definitely a green," a random witch mocked.
"Oh yeah, of course," Emerald hissed.
"Em," Dior growled at her.
"What?" She finally lowered her voice. "I'm pissed off."
"Short and hot tempered, seems like we've got a pinscher witch," Simon mocked loudly, and she had to clench her hands not to glare or say anything back to him. "If you are rude to others, they will be rude to you."
Don't speak to him. Don't speak to him. Don't speak to him.
"Is that all you're here for?" The headmaster glared at her, with a load of scrutiny. "To give points to Saoirse for being strong?"
Emerald glared at him, "No. That's one of the reasons they brought me in here, since they wanna take down some group of self-entitled nepo-babies who think they are better than the rest of the world and some shit. I couldn't careless. I don't give a shit about what Saoirse wanted by bringing me here, or about what Dior intended either."
"Then why are you here?" He frowned.
"Survival," she crossed her arms over her chest. "My magic is too strong, I'm too out of control, it's too dangerous. For me and whoever is near me. I have no emotion control, a horrible temper, and I tend to explode when I'm pressed or angered or defied or when someone tries to kill me. I have anger issues, trust issues, mommy issues, daddy issues, friend issues, mental issues, and other… issues. I'm volatile in all means of the word. I have even less control over my magic, which is why Dior got me cuffed like a dog, because I almost killed her and Saoirse more than once."
"A cuffed pinscher," Simon scoffed over the gasps that spread over the crowd, and she kept ignoring him.
"Since when do you know them?" The headmaster questioned her.
"I've know Saoirse for a considerable long time, I only met Dior later on, and that was when she took me as her apprentice and some shit. I almost killed them, so, she realized I needed some kind of help. And she probably realized I'm too strong, and that would get her daughter lots of points in here for whatever the reason, which I don't care. I can only speak for myself, not for them, because again, I couldn't care less. All I care is about my own survival. Yes, I am a selfish bitch, it's for self-preservation."
"Why didn't you come to Alexandrini before then?"
"Why would I? I don't fit in," she mocked. "Jade and Peridot tried to make me come, but I refused. I can be quite stubborn, and Alexandrini never seemed very attractive to me at all. I never saw the appeal, or why you are called the strongest school and some shit. I never cared. I was also never rich enough to come to the United Kingdom just for this stupidity. And I don't like socializing in any way, and being in a boarding magical academy means forced socializing. That, my friend, was a no to me. But then Dior got into the picture and slapped my stubborn ass until I realized I would get myself and everyone else killed if I didn't come here."
["Add the naughty comment you're thinking of,"] Jade purred.
"Not literally, of course," Emerald grinned mischievously. "Can you imagine Dior turning me around and slapping my ass until I came to my senses?" This time, she burst out laughing. "Selene above, that would be a different typa masochist. I'm not into such a large age gap since she's old enough to be my mom, and I also don't think I'm into girls. And-"
"Emerald," Dior gasped embarrassed. "You made your point. And I am not into women, even less girls younger than my daughter."
"Oh, yeah, you're into man thrice-"
"Emerald, stop!" Saoirse gasped.
She clicked her tongue, "Ay, ay, you're no fun anymore."
"Ugh, this brat will give me grey hairs," Dior growled and turned to the headmaster. "Her personality may be infuriating to deal with, and she may be the rudest brat around, but her arrogance isn't unfounded, Lord Rhys. Emerald is as strong as she say she is, even is she comes in a…" she side-eyed Emerald shamelessly, and the girl arched her eyebrows at her, daring her to say it, "pocket-sized body."
"You old bit-" Saoirse desperately covered Emerald's mouth with her hands, knowing her mom doesn't take being called old lightly. Ugh.
"Seems like the greens got themselves a mad dog," a professor in the left corner grinned, with the moonstone crest of the polar bear on her chest, labeling her a white witch.
"Maybe to level themselves with the Phoenixes, that have Simon," another white professor purred, a wizard this time, with the same crest as the first witch. "Lord Rhys, we've already measured all the new students brought up by the 19-year-olds, we could just deal with her now."
"The white witch is professor Hana Tsujimura of Deadly Botanic, and the white wizard is professor Cristian Allen-Șerbănescu of War Games, both neutrals," Saoirse whispered in Emerald's ear. "I'll let you go now, but don't scream, don't yell, don't misbehave again, and don't be mischievous."
"Go to hell, Saoirse," she hissed, pushing the girl away from her. "I told you to stay away from me. Should I spell it out to you? Maybe," she switched to Greek, "say it in Greek? Or," she switched to Chinese, "maybe in Chinese? Or," she switched to Spanish, "would you prefer Spanish?" Then back to English, "Since you clearly don't seem to understand simple English."
"Ouch, never saw that coming from a green aside from Davian!" Simon mocked, and she still ignored him, which began to get on his nerves.
"Fine," Saoirse clenched her jaw and stepped away from her. "Fuck off, Simon, stop being a bitch."
"Only if her name is Off," he purred, trying to get a reaction from her, and well, that got it.
"Do I have to spell it out to you that I want no contact with the likes of you, Simon Koletti Sisini? Can't you understand indifference? Are you so needy for attention that you can't accept that someone doesn't give a shit about you for once in your little golden precious life?" She hissed, finally, finally loosing her shit on him.