{Welcome! I do not own Puella Magi Madoka Magica. The only things that are mine are my OCs}
"Morgana! On your left!" I shouted, slicing through another of the witch's familiars with surprising ease. This was a newborn witch, so it was relatively weak. Apparently no one had told the witch's familiars that they were supposed to be weak. Morgana and I were surrounded by human-sized marionettes and teddy bears. However they all looked like they were made of paper, and drawn by a small child with a dark imagination. The world around us, the labyrinth, was full of bright colors outline by thick black lines. Everything stood out, so it was hard sometimes to tell what was a familiar and was simply part of the scenery.
Pushing two shields into the floor, Morgana provided us with cover. The shields, golden like the sun and stronger than steel, grew until the familiars could no longer climb over them. I held my ax firmly, using it to get over the shields, then sprung forward, cutting down the macabre toys. However, familiars were like the heads of a hydra, when I cut one down, two more seemed to spring up. Using her goggles to zoom in on the environment surrounding us, which looked like the playground from hell, Morgana motioned in the direction of the door, leading us further into the witch's labyrinth. Deeper and deeper we went until the last door opened, revealing a Victorian style girl's bedroom. Sitting on a bed that was probably 100 feet high, was the witch.
"A china doll," Morgana whispered behind me. "It's a china doll." She was right. This was probably the most humanoid witch we had ever been up against, and to be completely, honest, it was very...uncomfortable to say the least. To see a monster like that looking almost human...I tried not to think about it.
Morgana's shield shrunk down to the size of a Frisbee and the edges became razor sharp. This was one of the things Morgana's magic could do- create shields that can grow and shrink- and knowing what she was doing, I charged the witch, who moved slowly and almost daintly. It was as if she wanted to be regal, but was too afraid to take the throne.
The space between the witch and I seemed to be getting farther and farther. One thing I'd never understand, no matter how long I've been doing this, was how these witches could seemingly bend the rules of time and space to suit their needs. The part about my magic though, was that I could take that advantage away from them. I jumped, then disappeared, only to reappear above the witch's head, ax in hand. With the witch's attention focused solely on me, I brought down the ax which was gradually getting heavier and heavier (the other half of my magic), on her arms, which she brought up to protect herself. They shattered as the ax sliced through them.
Shards of the witch's arms flew everywhere, cascading over the witch like hail. Deadly, razor sharp hail. The witch's dress was torn by the broken pieces of her arms, leaving her even more exposed.
Five shining discs flew into the midsection of the witch, where, once embedded in the witch, Morgana made them grow and grow until the witch's legs buckled under the excess weight and shattered completely. Morgana was breathing heavily, the stress of the hunt and the pain of the cut on her arm catching up to her.
That was one of many differences between Morgana and myself; I liked hunting witches. It was thrilling and made me feel alive. Morgana, on the other hand, hated hunting witches, and only did it because it came with the wish. Speaking of that…
"How about today?" I asked as our surreal surroundings faded to an abandoned house, which was much less vibrant, but still very creepy.
Morgana shook her head, as she did every time I asked. It had become a ritual for us, me asking her every day what she had wished for. Even though we were twins, and very close, Morgana had not told me what she wished for. I knew it had something to do with the profound change in our parent's attitude towards us, because they had gone from extremely overprotective to almost uncaring overnight. But I also knew that Morgana was way too smart and cared about our parents to wish that they would stop caring about us.
No, that was something I would wish. I didn't, but I did think about it. My wish was simple. I wanted to leave home whenever I wanted, and Kyubey granted that wish by giving me the ability to teleport wherever I wanted to go. I was fairly certain Morgana had figured out my wish, but for the life of me, I couldn't figure out hers.
It had to do with her shields, and the sudden apathy of our parents...Morgana was good at figuring out puzzles like this. Too bad she was the puzzle.
Picking up the Grief Seed, and then using the first of the two uses it had, I sighed. "I just don't understand why you won't tell me. I know it has to do with our parents, but I don't know why you would wish for them not to care."
Morgana shifted her weight, clearly uncomfortable. "It's more complicated than that. My wish had….unforeseen consequences, and I know you'd be angry if you found out my wish."
I rolled my eyes, handing her the Grief Seed. "It's your wish. You used for yourself, and that's fine. We should uses our wishes for ourselves."
"That's just it," Morgana said so quietly I could barely hear it. I decided to drop the topic for today. Maybe she'd tell me tomorrow.