PROLOGUE
Layla's POV
I watched as my 6 year old daughter, Lucy, summoned her first spirit; the joy was evident in her eyes as they reflected the golden light in front of her. The light faded away to reveal a mermaid, whom Lucy immediately started hugging, much to the mock disapproval of the spirit. The scene made my heart swell with bittersweet happiness.
It was truly despicable that we lived in a world that shunned magical abilities.
I had always thought that magic was beautiful, not listening to what people around me said about it. My spirits were not dangerous or an abomination; they were some of my dearest friends.
As soon as I had realised that Lucy had magic inside her like I do, the conflicting emotions were almost overwhelming. On one hand, I could have chosen to spare her of the dangerous and lonely life that came with being a mage.
But I knew that her spirits would never allow her to be lonely. Even at a young age she had a way of connecting with people, making them adore her.
The spirits would protect her. Even without my magical training her magic would have shown sooner or later; it was my job to make sure she knew what it was and had it under control.
I heard the creaking of the stairs of our mansion, which alerted me of my approaching husband, Jude.
"Close, gate of Aquarius" I whispered, sending the celestial spirit Lucy had summoned away. Disappointment sparked in my daughter's eyes, but I just smiled at her. She would take care of my spirits when I wasn't able to.
"Layla, are you in there?" I heard Jude calling from outside.
"Yes dear, I'm just giving Lucy a bath" I replied.
"The doctor said you should stay in bed, you shouldn't be straining yourself" he said, worry lacing his voice.
Jude really did care about me, even though our marriage had been arranged. I cared about him as well, but I knew deep down that if he knew I had magic, he would send me straight to one of those awful magic concentration camps.
He was kind hearted but he was also brainwashed into thinking that magic was something to be repelled by.
I just hoped that Lucy would find someone she could really be herself with; something that I had found only with her.
I sighed and stood up with some effort, not missing the innocent worry in my child's expression.
"Keep practising, Lucy. You have to hide it for your safety but never be ashamed of your abilities. Night, Honey" I whispered to her, bending over to place a kiss on the top of her head.
"Night, mama" she replied with a smile.
She was a strong one, my daughter.
A/N: hey, hope you liked my short prologue!
I have no idea if this concept has been done before but I just got the idea for it one day and thought up too many scenarios not to write it all down.
The rest of the chapters will be in Lucy's point of view. I've got a few of them done already (they're longer than this - don't worry!), and I'm new to the fanfiction community so would really appreciate reviews and constructive criticism
-usnoozulose
