Look, we can't say it's our first fanfiction story thing (even though it kinda is) because it's not fiction, it's true. The reason we put it on fanfiction is because we decided that this was the best way to get our story public. Techna told us everything about the "Internet" so we know how to use it and all that. Another thing. Most of this story is written in our point of view, but we "interviewed" some people to get parts of the story, so that we could include what happened meanwhile we were doing other things. So, enjoy (or don't) and remember that this is NOT fiction!
Nami's POV:
Hi, my name's Nami. I'm the youngest of the three of us sisters. Currently I'm ten, but at the time this story took place, I was nine. I would tell you my – oops, I'm not supposed to mention that yet! Anyway, I have dark blue hair, but not that dark. My eyes are also blue, just more of an ocean-ish color. Now I'll pass it to Vi.
Victoria's POV:
So my name's Victoria, but as you saw Nami mention, I like being called Vi. For obvious reasons. In our story I was eleven, but now I'm twelve. So technically each of us is a year older than before. Anyway, I have black hair, and amber eyes. I know, the eye part may sound weird, but just read our story. Oh, and another weird thing? My birthday's always on a full moon. So just think about that.
Jivana's POV:
My name's Jiv. No, that's my nickname, but since I already wrote my name there's no point in writing it again. I'm seventeen now, so evidently I was sixteen. My hair's dark brown, and it turns into a kinda violet at the tips. My eyes are a blue-gray color. A lot of people call them "ghost eyes", which is kind of fitting in a strange way. So this is our story. Oh and anything that we write about in the past (let's say… three years ago) it means from now. So would be fourteen. That's all I've got to say.
Jivana's POV (four years ago):
I yawned sleepily. Once again I thought what a great life I had. I had two awesome parents, and two other sisters: Vi, who was only eight, and Nami, who was five. I sat up in bed and grabbed my charm necklace. My sisters and I all had these charm bracelets. Every birthday a new one would appear on it. We didn't know how or why, but we loved them all the same. Mine got so long that I started to wear it as a necklace. We all had different colors: mine had gold-orange and white charms, Vi had brown and green ones, and Nami had blue and purple. Also, they were made of glass. And that glass wasn't ordinary either. All the charms were perfectly sculpted, and they wouldn't break if they fell down. I had a swirly circle, a beautiful flower, a stick (it was engraved with teeny symbols), wings, a star, a girl, a candle, a water drop, a wolfish thing, a door, a book, a cloud, and a kind of seed thing. It was a lot. I ran down the stairs to the eating room. It was actually the dining room, but my mom said that since we ate every thing there, it should be called "the eating room". So it kind of caught on. We have a giant rooms everywhere. We have a giant living room, library, and almost everything else in the world. Our rooms were huge too. But enough of that. After breakfast we went out. We went sailing, played sports and everything. Then Mom and Dad took us to a place we had never gone before. It was full of trees and grass and flowers. As we walked across it all, I saw Mom and Dad exchange a look. Suddenly Vi gasped. I looked in the direction of her stare. Looming above us was a big white structure, with other colors mixed in with the walls. Even little Nami stopped chasing birds to look up at the enormous building. It was even larger than our house! Mom saw us gawping and smiled. Dad raise his arms dramatically and announced, "What you see here isn't some giant old factory, it's a school! The school's name is Alfea, and it's the best school for fairies in Magix, no, in the universe! Nearby we've got Red Fountain, school for heroes, and Cloud Tower, school of witches." He spoke like a tour guide in a museum. Vi was the first to break out of her trance. "Wow, so this is where fairies get strong!" she squealed. Mom nodded. "Now, we should be heading home now, it's getting dark." She instructed. On the way back, Vi and I whispered about the schools. Nami sang in her little babyish voice, "Fawee, fawee, I wam a fawee!" Dad unlocked the doors, and us sisters trudged up the stairs to our rooms. Actually, Vi and I trudged up the stairs, because Vi had to carry Nami, who fell asleep on the third step. As Vi set Nami to sleep, and went to bed herself, I lit a lamp and started to read a book at my desk. For some reason, I had never read this book before, yet it was always there. To my surprise, it was about Alfea's famous fairies. I started to read, and when I finished, my eyes were half closed, and I barely made it into bed. However, when I did, I fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
I woke up, and I still felt like I was dreaming, because one: I felt absolutely drowsy, and two: I smelled smoke. I yawned, and suddenly a black flame-like substance raced up my bed and toward me. I shrieked and jumped onto my carpet, my sleepiness erased completely. All around me, the same black flames were eating away at my beautiful room. I pinched myself and squeezed my eyes shut to make sure it wasn't a dream. I opened my eyes and all I saw were the flames. I raced to my door, and slammed it open. The flames were there, too. I saw my sisters and sprinted toward them. Nami was stumbling around and crying, so I picked her up and looked at Vi. Vi's face had fear written all over it. This meant I was supposed to be adult. "Run down the stairs, don't panic, and avoid the evil looking black flames at all cost!" I yelled. She obeyed and we sped down the stairs into the living room, where we saw Mom and Dad. I sighed with relief. With them everything would be okay. It always was. Mom and Dad fulfilled their reputation by huddling us through a door I had never seen before. It was a secret passageway! Orbs that lit up as we passed them lighted it. Then a loud roar filled the tunnel. We turned and saw the fire racing toward us, looking even more ominous in the globes' light. "Run girls!" Dad yelled. "But…" Vi protested. "Now!" Mom commanded. We ran. As we did, I happened to look over my shoulder. I gasped. Mom and Dad were- they were attacking the fire! With what looked like-like, white gleaming magic! Mom and Dad had magic! "Vi!" I screamed. She turned to me as our bare feet pounded on the cold marble floor and as Nami was looking around, bewildered, in my arms. "Mom and Dad, they have magic!" I blurted breathlessly. Vi turned around and actually started running backwards to watch. "They're winning!" she cheered. I skidded to a stop, and all three of us gazed at the battle. Mom and Dad were winning. We clapped, whistled, and jumped up and down (Nami had gotten out of my grasp and was now giggling on the floor) as our parents pushed the fire back. For some reason, we didn't care that our parents had magic, or that they never told us, we just treated it as we would have if we knew it all along. Suddenly I noticed something that my sisters and parents didn't. As Mom and Dad's white blasts grew wider, the fire was seeping in and growing closer to our parents. I felt heavy and full of dread. The black fire would destroy the gleaming rays and hit Mom and Dad. Realizing that, I started toward them. Vi started to call me back, but I didn't stop. There had to be something I could do, something to stop the fir from killing my parents. As I neared them, Mom turned to me and said gently, "Don't worry about us. I know you can take care of your sisters." Tears started to stream down my face. "No, Mom, Dad, please don't do this, please!" I whispered, because my throat had suddenly closed up. Dad shook his head. Then the black fire reached them. He pushed me out of the way, and as my parents, my parents, disappeared in a cloud of black dust, he yelled to me, "Find your magic! And be safe!" After that, my parents vanished forever, and everything was quiet except for my sniffles and the growing noise of more fire. Then I made a choice: I would protect my sisters and find my magic, whatever it meant. I jogged back to Vi, and plucked Nami into my arms again. Vi had tear streaks on her face, and as she looked up at me, I realized how much we just lost. But I couldn't lose my sisters. "Follow me!" I told her. Together we made it out safely. We tumbled into the garden and into the flowerbeds. As we sobbed, our beautiful, gorgeous house collapsed in flames. The tears seemed like they would never stop. Even Nami cried, and she didn't even understand death, but she cried because we did. Finally we stopped, and I stood. "Let's go to the city. There we can figure stuff out." And we were on our way, three sisters, three orphans.