Feathers, Tourists, and the Colors of the World

by shells210

Wren Brookes and Isabella De Marlo have spent nearly three hundred years together, flying under the radar and having a grand time watching the world. Up until they find themselves asked to join the worlds youngest super heroes by none other than Klarion the witch boy. What girl wouldn't jump at the chance to help save the world, and maybe cause a little chaos along the way?

1. Welcome To The World Isabelle

Welcome to the show! the first two chapters are more like prologues so feel free to jump strait to three if you like.

I don't own YJ

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Milan, Italy

February 29th, 1340

With him, she'd had absolutely wonderful times. They had traveled across the country, visited Venice, Rome, and Sicily. Ridden horses across the beach, taken carriages through towns so filled with people and fantastic views and street performer's that made the gypsy caravans that had rode through her home in the Julian Alps look like dogs that had learned to lay.

And she loved him, her fantastic, impossible husband. For all his oddities and all the damnation she had surely earned from the church for her love of one so far from human, he was the kindest, most wonderful person that Catherine De Marlo had ever met.

But if this didn't end soon she would be pushing his immortal bottom of the nearest cliff.

A strangled scream ripped from her lips as another ripple of pain tore through her abdomen, flames of agony rippling in her muscles as her love stood between her wide spread legs, concern pinching his brow and worry clouding his dark eyes. Catherine threw her head back, gasping for breath and gripping tightly at the crumpled sheets beneath her sweat slick body.

"Come on now Cath, just a bit more," He urged, rubbing her knee in as much comfort as any man could offer in such a time. It was a struggle not to lash out at him, to start thrashing and screaming to the heavens. Her body convulsed and she felt something shift, pushing another cry out of her sore throat and making the young woman suck in as much air as she could before the final contraction hit and she shouted her lungs empty before going limp, drinking in as much air as she could while tiny wails filled the room.

"Amazing. You're magnificent Catherine De Marlo," her eyes had shut, but her lips lifted at the complement, chest heaving and body aching all over. Footsteps made themselves heard and a warm hand touched her shoulder, calling her back from the tempting depths of unconsciousness and forcing her eyes open. Catherine looked up, watching the smile dance across her husband's face, the small, still drying bundle in his arms making small sounds of distress. Weakly, she reached up, and carefully he lowered the newly arrived child into arms. A girl.

"well, Pietro, what shall we call her?" she murmured, glancing away from her daughter and up to her husband when he brushed away a curling strand of damp air on her forehead.

"Isabella," he replied, stroking her wife's cheek, "Isabella De Marlo."