Hey, this a new AU that I'm starting, but the updates might be slow since i'm still writing both ED and Love and misfortune. If you like, please don't forget to write a review.


Steady footsteps could be heard in the long hallway. The guards were nowhere to find, perhaps too scared of what this encounter could bring. The woman stopped in front of the cell's door. She pulled a key from her pocket and stared at it.

She took a deep breath, ran a hand around her messy short lavender hair, in hopes of fixing it, but instead she made it messier. Her emerald eyes looked at the keyhole, then at the object in her hand.

"Here goes nothing." She said.

She opened the door and walked in carefully. She had to be cautious, because she had no idea what she was about to deal with.

She heard rumors of the powerful witch who had been locked here and couldn't control her magic.

She was dangerous, cold blooded and she could kill her at any second.

Croix looked up to see a young woman, standing upstairs and staring through her window. The lilac haired witch coughed, which made the prisoner notice her presence.

"O-oh! I didn't notice someone's here!" The prisoner said in an apologetic tone and made her way downstairs.

Croix was waiting for this 'criminal' to come her way and she prepared herself for whatever she could do-

Thud.

The prisoner slipped and fell, throwing all of Croix's expectations away. The clumsy woman stood up, and laughed nervously, while Croix just stared blankly.

"I'm sorry about that…" The blue haired woman apologized, nervously scratching her head. "I'm Chariot Du Nord!" She extended her hand to the other witch, before pulling it back. "Uh, I'm sorry. I haven't been in the same space as someone for the past few years… Do people still shake hands?"

They both stood in awkward silence.

Croix expected some sort of powerful witch that could kill her in a heartbeat. A witch so powerful that she could sent chills down her spine. A witch that would be cold blooded and terrifying, and what did she get?

A cute and clumsy dork.

"We still shake hands." Croix finally found her voice, and the prisoner carefully took her hand to shake it. However, instead of shaking it, Croix took her hand and kissed. "My name is Croix Meridies, a top class witch and the one in charge of watching over you. Nice to meet you." She said and winked at her, causing both her face and hair to turn red.

The prisoner quickly pulled her hand away, and her hair changed back to blue.

That was a detail that Croix was informed about.

The witch's hair changes to different colors depending on her emotions. They did not know what emotions associate with which colors though.

It's a shame that the hair changed back to blue. Red looked beautiful on her.

"You won't invite me for a cup of tea? I expected better hospitality." Croix said, taking off her coat, and Chariot quickly apologized and ran to make some tea for her guest.

Croix took the time to look around the cell. It was more like a tower. There was a shelf filled with books, a desk with many drawings on it. She stole a peek at them, and was met with constellations doodles.

They were nicely drawn.

There was picture on the desk of a red haired young girl. Her hair was short, her smile was bright, and her eyes were the same as the woman in the other room.

It didn't take her much thinking to figure out that her original hair color was red.

What did the color blue mean?

"Tea is ready!" Chariot announced from the other room, making Croix sit on the couch waiting for her.

For a room prepared for a prisoner, it didn't look much like a cell. Perhaps it was made to be as comfortable as possible so she wouldn't feel a lot of negative emotions.

"I'm surprised you have a kitchen." Croix commented, accepting the cup of tea that was handed to her.

"I can just use it to make tea. I eat the food they hand me." Chariot said and sat next to her. "So… What are we supposed to? How does this go?"

"Well, I have to spend time with you every day. I'm going to write reports about your behavior and your magic. I hope you cooperate." Croix explained, sipping the tea and groaning as it burned her tongue.

"I don't have a choice, do I?" Chariot shrugged and smiled sadly.

It was strange, because, she didn't look like a criminal or a dangerous person. She looked… sad.

"I'm going to ask you some simple questions." Croix started with a welcoming smile. She didn't want to intimidate the woman. "How old are you, Chariot?"

"Oh! I'm 23." Chariot blushed and looked down, she played with her hair, and the other witch assumed that was a sign of nervousness. "What about you?"

"I'm 24. Not much of an age difference." Croix shrugged, and started sipping her tea again. "Can you tell me why you're here?" She asked, and Chariot suddenly tensed and looked away. "If it makes you uncomfortable, you don't have to tell me." More silence. "I'll tell you about myself then. I work on modern magic that combines both technology and magic." Fortunately, that seemed to pick up the blue haired woman's interest.

"Really? Can you show me?" Chariot turned to her with a curious smile, and the witch smirked, ready to show off.

She pulled a small red cube from her bag, and made it float. "This cube changes according to emotions. Try touching it." She said, and Chariot tried to touch it with her finger but she ended up pulling away, scared.

Chariot Du Nord was a hurricane of emotions. If she were to describe it, she'd say that she's a storm waiting to be unleashed. Her magic depended too much on her feelings and she was…

She was a mess.

If she were to touch that cube it would mean scaring away this stranger, and being locked away forever and lone.

The thought scared her to death.

How many years has it been since she has been locked away? How many years hasn't it been since she touched someone? The only friend she ever seemed to have was Marjoline, and she talked to her from behind a screen.

Not even Holbrooke visited her.

Fortunately, soft hands touched hers, bringing her back to reality. She looked into soft green eyes, and found herself starting to calm down.

"You can't be scared of this little thing." Croix raised an eyebrow, and put the cube above both their hands. The color started as blue, then the colors kept changing as the cube changed form and when Chariot's eyes widened and a smile started to form on her face, it turned into a yellow flaming bird that flew around the room, illuminating it.

Chariot gasped, seeing magic for the first time in years. She watched the bird, mesmerized.

"This is amazing! You invented this?" She asked, then turned to Croix who looked proudly at her invention. She chuckled at the child like excitement coming from a grown up woman. "You're amazing! I haven't used magic in so long, I forgot how it feels like to be close to it! I…" She stopped, and pulled her hand away, and the bird's color changed to blue.

Croix finally realized something about the color of her hair.

Blue was the color of sadness.

"You're pretty nice Croix. I honestly thought they would send an old scary witch, but I'm glad it's you." The younger witch smiled, grateful.

"Oh, so you're one to fall for pretty faces?"

"What? No! That's not what I meant!" Chariot's hair glowed red for a second.

"It was a joke." Croix laughed, and looked at the time on her hand watch. "Chariot, how long has it been since you used magic?"

Chariot frowned at the question. She loved magic so much. It was the best thing in her life and she…

"I don't know how to use magic anymore… I've been here for years, and I can't use it because my magic is sealed." She confessed, looking down.

There was a moment of silence, then Croix stood up, surprising her.

"I think this is enough for today." She said, and Chariot felt her heart sink.

She didn't want her to leave. It would mean that she'll stay alone in this big and empty cell, but it would be weird to ask her to stay for a bit longer.

"Tomorrow I'll get you permission to use your magic. I'm teaching you." Croix turned to her and crossed her arms. Chariot just stared at her silently, still trying to process the words she has been told. "We've got a long day tomorrow, so get ready." She said with a smile, then started walking towards the exit.

"Th-thank you!" Chariot quickly said, and if Croix turned, she would have seen a bit of her hair turning to red.

Croix just waved her hand and left the cell.

There was one thought on her mind.

How did someone like Chariot end up locked up in this place?