It was a beautiful Saturday evening on Earth-ni, and the purple aura in the sky shone particularly bright as a firey portal appeared outside of a farmhouse. A teenage girl with wavy pink hair, round brown eyes, and ashy-pale skin stepped out. Despite being part- demon, Delilah Lucitor had a sweet and delicate appearance, from the black bow in her hair to the black tulle skirt and burgundy cardigans she often wore. Born with magic, her cheekmarks were a set of black feathers.
Since she hadn't heard from Chrys Diaz, her best friend, about their plans to catch a movie that evening, Delilah decided to pay him a visit. Unfortunately her portals freaked out the warnicorns his mother raised. She could hear them whinnying in panic.
"It's okay guys! It's me!" Delilah called toward the stable. She hated causing anything distress, especially animals.
Chrys' mother, Star, poked her head out. Her heart cheekmarks were glowing from magic use. "Don't worry about it, Delilah. The warnicorns have to learn to deal with sounds. Anyway, Julie is out, but Chrys is in his room. He told me he had a project to work on and he's been at it all day! Go tell him that all work and no play is not good for him!"
"Will do, Mrs. Diaz." Delilah said to Star. Then to herself she wondered, "What project?"
Delilah went inside and headed for Chrys's room. She knocked on the door. "Chrys, it's Del."
After a few seconds. He was in the middle of a yawn as he opened the door. "Hi."
Delilah greeted him, "Hey, are we still going to see Dark Angel tonight?"
She stopped to stare at the state of her surroundings. Chrys's floor was covered in scorch marks and his stuff was scattered around the floor. The back of the desk chair was broken off. A sparkly purple and gold substance was splattered on the walls. Chrys himself looked exhausted. His clothes were singed, his hair was windblown, ashes covered his face and oddly enough- he had cheekmarks?
"Uh, do I wanna know what happened?"
"Glossaryck." Chrys spat the word out like it was profanity.
As he explained the events of his day, Delilah helped Chrys clean up his room. She didn't mind the task, and she knew his parents would freak out if he left for the movie with his room in such a state. "So basically, magic exists because of you? Because of a time paradox where you would always go back in time and do whatever you did?"
Chrys was repairing the chair. "Looks like it. I can't believe Glossaryck got me involved in all of this." He grumbled.
"Why? You did a really good thing saving magic, although I don't get why your mom destroyed it in the first place. Why didn't she ever tell you? This honestly seems like something that would be in our history books. "
"Yeah, I don't get it either. She and dad were from the original Earth and Mewni, before they were Earth-ni. Without magic, she wouldn't have even been able to use dimensional scissors to see him. Why would she risk losing him? And your mom was from Earth too. It just seems weird that my magic-loving mom would risk all her Earth friends like that."
They cleaned in silence for a few minutes. Chrys had always wondered how his parents, both Magic Users, had had two non-magical children.His mom was a Butterfly and used to be a princess of Mewni before it became a US territory. As a Butterfly, she had welded the original wand from Glossaryck which used to be passed from mother to daughter. But now that the worlds had cleaved, nothing was that simple.
After the Cleaving, cheekmarks had appeared on people throughout the world, gifting them with magic. With his generation it seemed like more and more children were born with magic.
Chrys also didn't understand Glossarick's apparent fascination with him. Ever since Chrys was a baby the tiny man had always made excuses to leave the Book of Spells and find out how he was doing. In fact, Glossaryck was the first one to visit Star in the hospital after she had him.
"Hey, what happens if someone else without magic handles this stuff? Will they get cheekmarks?" Del suddenly asked.
"Uh, probably not. Why?"
"Because you have them now."
Chrys laughed, "That's funny, Del."
"I'm serious. Have you looked in a mirror since you got home?"
"No, and I'm not falling for it so you can laugh and call me gullible."
Del scoffed. "I'm not kidding! You have two blue stars on your face."
"Come on, everyone knows cheekmarks don't just appear on a 15 year old kid. I wasn't born with them."
Del took out her compact and set it to face camera. "Then what are those?"
Chrys looked at his reflection skeptically, "It's obviously a filter, or something."
"Go march your butt into the bathroom and tell me those are not cheekmarks!"
Chrys snickered, "Okay, fine, I'll humor you."
He secretly loved it when Del got bossy. They had grown up together and he used to be subjected to it alot, but he never minded it. She was so polite and timid at school, and Chrys knew she was kind of insecure around most people. She would have never dared pranking anyone else.
When they were younger, Del once told Chrys that he was one of the only people that she was comfortable being herself around, but lately she was acting a little shy with him too, and he didn't understand why. He had thought about asking her what was different, but he didn't want to embarrass her. At least for now it seemed she was back to her old self.
He got to the bathroom and saw the two blue cheekmarks. Del hadn't touched his face, so she must have applied them with magic. He shouted, "Ha! Very funny!" and proceeded to wash them off, but they didn't budge. He had to accept that they were real when they began to glow.
Del's voice came out of nowhere, startling Chrys. "Told ya they were real."
Chrys jumped, "How do you do that?"
Del ignored the question, "Try summoning your wand." She held her hand out as if she were holding something invisible. With a black puff of smoke, her wand appeared. It was mostly black and delicate looking, with black angel wings. A pastel pink bow was near the handle and in the center was a pearly white heart. The black feathers on Del's face glowed for a second.
Chrys put his hand out in a similar manner. Nothing happened.
"You have to use your magic to call it."
He kept feeling weird sparks of something, but they quickly fizzled out. "I'm trying. Can I hold yours?"
She handed it over. "Your wand might not even be shaped like mine, so this might not even help you. It's not really about holding something solid. All you have to do is feel an intense rush of magic and project it outwards. It's the first thing we cheekmarked kids learn. "
"Could you put your hand over mine and summon it while it's in my hand so I can see what the rush of magic feels like?"
Del did so, "Okay, so this is how I make it disappear to another dimension." The wand was gone. Chrys closed his eyes to concentrate. Her pinky finger brushed his hand and she blushed. "and this is me summoning it." The wand appeared back in her hand and she moved away quickly." Did that help you?"
"A little." With his eyes still closed, Chrys concentrated on feeling the same intense rush of magic- and then he felt something solid! He opened his eyes.
His wand was red, with shiny silver dragon wings. In the center was a sapphire blue star and on the very top was a point that looked like a pencil. It looked a bit like a mix of his mom's and dad's wands, with something distinctly his own.
"I did it!"
"Now we can do magic together! Do a spell!"
Chrys concentrated and held his wand up, "Hmm. Paper ...tablet man."
A pad of paper appeared in front of them. Del raised an eyebrow, as if to say 'that's all you're trying to do?'
"Don't judge me! I'm a writer! Now I can write wherever I am."
Del shrugged and shook her head, "I didn't say any- oh my gosh."
The paper had grown teeth and legs. It jumped up and growled.
"Run!"
The two teens rushed out of the bathroom and into the hall, nearly running over Julie, Chrys's little sister, in the process. Julie was 12, almost 13. She had blonde hair that she usually wore in braids, brown eyes, a mole under her right eye, and usually wore ruffled sundresses with cowgirl boots.
"What were you guys doing in the bathroom?" Julie asked.
"No time for questions, just run!" Chrys yelled.
"Why do I need to run?" Then Julie saw the running paper man.
They charged into Chrys's room and peeked out the door. Suddenly Delilah smacked her forehead. "Duh."
Delilah went back into the hall, ignoring the protests from the siblings. She summoned her wand and pointed it at the man.
"Cage of the heart!"
A pair of ribs grew around the man, enclosing and then trapping it. The man pounded to get out, but Delilah picked the trap up and brought it into Julie's room.
"Okay, does someone want to tell me what that thing is? Why are Dad's dimensional scissors in here and Chrys why did you paint cheekmarks on yourself?" Julie asked.
"In order, that thing is my first spell, I was borrowing the scissors to run an errand for Glossaryk, and it seems I now have magic as a side-effect of said errand." Chrys said.
Julie stood up in disbelief, "Are. You. Serious? You don't even like magic and now all of a sudden you have it? And of course the first thing you made is something stupid and dangerous!"
"Hey, it was an accident. I just wanted to make a plain pad of paper."
"A plain pad of paper. Magic is wasted on you, Chrysalis! I don't get why you're Glossaryk's favorite either. I'm the girl in the family! By blood I'm a princess of Mewni, therefore Glossaryk should be training me!"
Chrys rolled his eyes, "Whatever, your highness. Del and I are gonna go to a movie. Wanna join us?"
"Oh, so you older magical beings with curfews later than mine will have to go home early and then resent me? Pass." She stormed out of the room.
Chrys turned to Del. "Can you teach me how to get spells back into my wand so she can't unleash that thing on me in my sleep?"
After the task was done, the two friends left the house and headed toward the movie theater.
"Jeez, I've never seen her like that." Del said.
"Yeah, that was pretty intense for a Julie tantrum. She's never wanted to be trained by Glossaryck or be a princess either. That whole speech was weird. I'll have to talk to her tonight and see what's going on with her. Hopefully she's calmed down by then." Chrys said.
A teenage jogger ran beside them. She looked over at Chrys and called, "Cute cheekmarks!"
Chrys blushed, "Oh these? Uh, thanks."
"The rest of you is pretty cute too!"
Delilah scowled at the exchange. A charcoal gray feather popped up on her forehead.
Author's note:
I promise that Julie will be more likeable in future chapters, because as Chrys wondered, something indeed is going on with her to make her act out this way. In the future she's going to do some pretty cool stuff, so I hope her introduction doesn't turn people off.
I'm glad people like Chrys, his personality is so fun to write!
Disney owns Star vs. the Forces of Evil, I only own my imagination, the story, and Chrys, Delilah, and Julie.