Welcome to my new story! Still using the five girls but their personalities have taken some slight adjustments. I DON'T OWN CHARACTERS!
The world has been divided for some time now. Each section holds a different species. Vampires, werewolves, fairies, and among these strong creatures, there are humans. Of course, humans alone couldn't stand against such great forces, so the gods gave them gifts. Powerful weapons to show their strength. The Weapons of Olympium.
Olympiumus, A sword with the power to overwhelm 10 armies in a fell swoop.
Odis, A boundless unbreakable magic shield.
Symphone, A magical instrument with the power to control the planet's population.
Alberteen, A magical necklace with the power to bring people back to life.
and
Fae, The crown that has the power to control magic as it is.
Bound together, these 5 weapons have allowed humans to survive for eons. They choose one human, with every death they choose a new wielder. Whether it be an infant or an elder.
But things are about to take a dramatic twist...
We open in Harmonia, a peaceful civilization. Famously populated by humans, it was after all, in the center of their quadrant. In Harmonia, there is a famous school.
Misty Mountain Boarding School.
A prestigious establishment. What makes this school famous is the headmaster. Patrick Hertz. The current wielder of the 5 weapons. And attending this school is his single daughter, Buttercup Hertz.
"You painted the gym... purple?" Asked Patrick. He looked down at his 17 year old daughter. Her spring green eyes bore holes into his own dark blue. She had her mother's eyes. Buttercup never failed to be a painful reminder of her mother. Butterfly Hertz. Short blond hair and blazing green eyes. They were both a force to be reckoned with. Butterfly, unlike most deaths, had died while fighting a werewolf.
"Among other things." She shrugged. Buttercup had decided to kick off her senior year with a bang. Buttercup had shoved her messy black hair up into a bun, it only went to about her waist. You'd think that being the headmaster's daughter would leave her with a lot of friends. Sure it left her with many people wishing to be her 'friend,' but there was only one person who was actually her friend. Bunny Jackole. The school outcast. Bunny didn't have friends and she didn't have friends. They had something in common.
"Sweetheart. Why do you do this? Why don't you hang out with your friends?" The same question over and over again. The girl had grown up without a mother, leaving a mother's touch out of her reach. But Buttercup wasn't complaining. She wasn't miss perfect. Oh no... that title was taken by Blossom Utopia. A bossy, fresh, hardworking, pain in Buttercup's ass. She hung out with the popular girls. You know... those girls that everybody pretends to like. Patrick only knew how to teach Buttercup boy things. He thought everyone was nice and would be a good friend. Patrick was sorely wrong.
"I was." She hadn't painted the gym alone. Bunny had painted it with her. Patrick sighed and put his head in his hands.
"Ah yes, Miss Jackole."
"What's wrong with Bunny?"
"It's just, I don't think she's a good-" He was interrupted by a knock at the door. "Come in." In walked Bubbles Proddast, another popular girl. She was looking at her dainty nails and pursing her lips. Beside her, carrying a mile of papers was the school mute. Bell Wringes. Well, everyone assumed she was a mute since she never spoke. Bell didn't have any friends, she was also never around. Always being pushed off to doctor appointments and such for her speech.
"We brought some papers." Bubbles gave a fake smile before exiting. Patrick stood to go and speak to her, leaving Buttercup and Bell alone. Bell shook under the papers and was about to collapse when two strong hands took a hold of the other end.
"Just set them over here." Buttercup murmured. Bell nodded as an expression of thanks.
The hallway was crowded with swooning guys. Bubbles drew a hand through her short blond curly hair that ended just above her shoulders. Being the most beautiful girl at school was tough. She had just finished talking to the headmaster. She didn't know or care what the papers were for, but the chance to make a good impression with the headmaster was too good to pass up. She couldn't wait to tell Blossom and Princess about it when they saw each other tomorrow. She opened the door and found a carriage awaiting her. Their butler, Roman, awaited her.
"Good evening, miss"
"Good evening, Roman." She curtsied back to his bow and hopped into the blue satin carriage. The ride home was soft.
"A letter, from your father." Bubbles felt her baby blue eyes widen slightly at this. She hadn't heard from him in two years. Three years ago he had decide to run off and explore the world. Killing his marriage with her mother, he left to find adventure.
Dear sweet daughter,
Time sure does fly! Here in the elf quadrant there are many trinkets. I have included a pearl bracelet with this letter and I await the day we see each other again, or when you have the time to write me back. I'll be moving into vampire territory next, wish me luck!
I love you Bubs.
Love,
Austin Proddast
Bubbles balled up his letter and pulled out the bracelet. When they reached home she opted to throw both of the things away. But when she reached the bin she had a change of heart and kept the little pearl bracelet, throwing away the letter.
"I'm home..." She called out. Like usual, the only reply was the bustling feet of their staff. She sighed. It was always like this, her mother was never home. She walked down the dark empty hallways. Her mother was after all, Blaire Proddast, of THE PRODDAST DESIGN STUDIO. She walked into her mother's studio and looked through the boxes. There she found the only photo of her parents that wasn't destroyed. Her mother, although keeping it a secret, still used it for inspiration. Her mother had her blond hair down and her black eyes were cast playfully at her brown haired father, who had stolen her workbook. Her eyes could barely be seen behind the glare on her glasses, but it was the most emotion she had ever seen her mother show. Her father had his blue eyes glowing with playfulness like they always did. She slid down the wall and looked at the photo.
Bell walked down the dark and cold street. Among the knocked down and minuscule buildings there was one medium sized one, the orphanage. She passed the graffiti-ed walls and garbage and entered the building. Bell was a rather unusual looking girl. Pale skin, white eyes and hair. Her straight hair fell in her face and went down to her knees.
"So what'd the doctor say?" Asked Bee, the kind owner of the orphanage. She was around thirty. She had long wavy caramel hair and big honey eyes.
"So?" Asked her husband Grayson. Grayson had blond hair and dark green eyes. Bell simply shrugged at them and went up to her shared room. She didn't know why she wouldn't speak, she couldn't remember. She couldn't remember past being 12. The doctor said it was possible the two were linked, and in order to get her voice back she'd need to get her memories back. But something inside her was screaming that they were lost for a reason.
Blossom entered her house. Her wavy orange hair that ended after her butt was put in a strange braided fashion with bows. Her peachy pink eyes were clouded with impending doom. She was bombarded with questions in an instant.
"How was the test?" Asked her mother, Brooke Utopia. Brooke had shoulder length brown hair and peachy pink eyes. Blossom held out her paper, she had gotten a 99.
"Blossom... You can do better." Her father, Jeremy Utopia scowled. He had orange hair and chocolate brown eyes.
"Yes sir." Blossom sighed as her parents left.
"You didn't get a 100?" Her little brother, Ben asked. Chocolate brown eyes wide in shock, his brown hair was swept up like a mad scientist's.
"Experimenting again?"
"Yeah!" After talking with her brother for a while Blossom made her way up stairs and closed the door to her room. She didn't understand why she had to be a beautiful genius. Why couldn't she just be...
Blossom.
Bunny sighed as she entered the rickety shack she was supposed to call home. Her curly dark brown mid-back length hair was separated into 3 braids and put up in a side pony tail. Her violet eyes burned and she stared at the intimidating house. She had broken up with her current lover again and had painted the gym with Buttercup to blow off some steam. Guys were always after her, making her peers hate her and turn her into an outcast. Not to mention her style was unusual. She sighed and opened the door. She thought she might be in the clear until she heard it,
"How was the test?" Came the deep voice of her mother. Beca Jackole. She appeared before her daughter. Golden eyes a blaze with fury and black hair streaked with grey from overwork. Her father had died before she was born. Leaving her with the hot head. She had her father's eyes and hair, just making her mother hate her more. Cam Jackole had been his name. Bunny held up the paper. A 78. She hadn't had time to study for the thing and just winged it. She received a loud smack to her face.
"You useless mistake! Can't you do anything! Apparently the only thing you can do is cause trouble!" She was hit again.
That was her, Bunny the mistake.
