June 17th, 3130. A cool summer's afternoon brings warm sun and a cool breeze. Adrianne sat on the banks of the river, skipping stones across the calm waters. Plip, plip, plip. Summer rain, something Adrianne preferred to experience inside. But today, she let the raindrops fall upon her long auburn locks and tanned skin. Laughing and quick, heavy steps splashing in the puddles could be heard approaching her. A group of young boys ran across the bridge, using wind magic to shield themselves from the downpour. The rain splattered against the breezy shield and they were gone as soon as they had appeared. Adrianne remembered tales of a time where magic was a gift, a rare ability born only from miracles. Now it was so common even children had it. Adrianne resented magic, this fact was so since she was 12. Perhaps, even before that. Her mother had been a revered mage, her powers in her prime brought even the strongest foes to their knees. Adrianne didn't know much about her father, as his side of the family never showed up for gatherings. But she did know that both of her parents had gone to Elysia Academy, the prison she'd be sent to at the end of summer break. It was surprising, really, that she'd be sent there. She refused to use her magic, hadn't used it since elementary school. Mother must have pulled some strings… Finally tired of the rain, Adrianne rose, mounting her bike and riding down the path to her house.
You could imagine the surprise on Mother's face when her daughter showed up in the parlor, dripping wet and boots caked with mud. If she was surprised though, she didn't show it. Something Adrianne was used to, as her mother rarely exhibited emotion. Adrianne passed her without a word, entering the dining room and sitting down at the table. The servants had already fixed her dinner, they always did. Adrianne always ate alone as well, not a peep could be heard. This often left her with nothing to do but stare at the paintings and pictures on the walls. In the largest painting in the room sat her regal mother on a victorian chair, looking down at her with those critical blue eyes. The ones they both shared. Adrianne hated them. They were a mark of what she was, what they both were. The cerulean orbs and their deadly center, a gold triangular mark. A sign that Adrianne would never be able to escape from, her mother's own legacy. The red trench coat was probably the only thing she liked about the outfit, along with the tall black boots she wore. Each item only accented her mother's cold eyes, ones that Adrianne knew very well. What she didn't recognize were the eyes of her mother's younger self. Ones full of life and vigor, a happy smile that her mother looked like she was trying to fight. Uncle Kakeru was in the picture too, looking quite the opposite. Quiet and reserved with his tousled black hair hidden under his black hoodie. The Uncle Kakeru she knew was always smiling and laughing, he'd been the one who guided her through life. A light in the darkness of her mother's shadow. Adrianne was shocked out of her thoughts by the sound of a phone ringing. An unusual sound in a house full of servants, the tone should have been gone in seconds, as the servants always answer it. But it continued to play, getting increasingly annoying. It was coming from the dining room phone, the item sitting on the counter to her right. Adrianne slid out of her chair, easing towards the phone. The grasped it tight in her lithe fingers, picking it up and bringing it to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Aster..Is that you?"