ATTENTION: A friend of mine plans on opening a Discord Role Play group centered around W.I.T.C.H. We will be opening auditions for characters to be played. If you are interested in joining the group as a character from the Comic/TV Show, message, me for details for Discord and further details. IF YOU CHOOSE TO AUDITION, state the character you are auditioning for and give us an example of you portraying the character. We will be open for some OCs as well, but you must be willing to provide a basic bio of said character. THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION.

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After closing shop, Cedric returned to the castle via the portal behind the bookshelf; excited to tell his master about finding the girl and where she lived. Surely, the prince would reward him greatly for finding her, however, his optimism fell when he found the prince in the study being attended to by the royal physician. The left side of the prince's torso was covered in a deep-purple bruise the size of a melon and the bruise on his cheek had darkened as well. It was clear that, in this weakened state, the prince bled very easily. It was worrisome.

"My prince, are you alright?"

"The prince is bruised, but nothing is broke, he will be alright if he allows himself to rest." Replied the doctor in Phobos's stead. With a wave of the prince's hand, the doctor excused himself and left the two men alone.

"She escaped with the help of a friend who could teleport." Muttered Phobos, still in pain and exhausted.

"I figured this much," stared Cedric and cleared his throat, "However, I hope your highness will be pleased to know that I found the girl's private home." As expected, the prince's eyes snapped open and his full attention was on Cedric. Phobos didn't even have to ask how he found out or where she lived. "She lives on Earth in a city called Heatherfield. I marked her front door with a rianachd incantation so you could find her and see about paying her a visit in a place she won't run away from too quickly.

"Great work Lord Cedric, but how am I go get to Earth? I can't create portals to Earth."

"I took care of that as well, my prince. Would you like to leave for her dwelling now, or after you have rested?" Cedric knew the answer before the prince even muttered a single word. The prince hadn't slept in almost 24 hours and had been in pain for just as long; the sooner that girl was in his possession the better for everyone involved. With a casual gesture, Cedric waved towards the mirror in the study and suggested, "Before you leave, how about you look and make sure I tracked down the right girl."

"Excellent idea, Lord Cedric." As quick as he could, given the bruises, Prince Phobos walked to the mirror and murmured the proper counter piece to the rianachd incantation, allowing him to see Will's home. With a gesture of the hand, the image changed to the inside of the rowhouse to the lounge room. There, he saw Will sitting on the sofa reading from a History book. Then and there, he made up his mind to go to her and propose. He had questioned this a few times, but the marriage was the easiest way to keep her near him without unsightly rumors growing within the kingdom. "Alright Cedric, show me the portal to Earth."

Traveling to Earth wasn't much of an issue, the portal led to a dimmed bookshop and from there, Cedric guided Phobos through the dark and empty streets of Heatherfield; here and there, a car would drive by, but everything seemed to ignore the two oddly dressed men. Soon, they were before the house with the rianachd incantation glowing a faint purple on the front door. "Want me to wait out here?"

"No need Lord Cedric, I can hold my own." Responded Phobos and made to move towards the door. With an 'I'll take your word for it' nod, Lord Cedric took his leave. Standing before the door, Phobos used a little of his magic to investigate the lodging, he knew if he simply waltzed in, she would probably throw something at him. In his state, he wouldn't survive that. Patiently, he watched as Will walked through the house; she had taken a bath and was wrapped in a bathrobe and a towel on her head and was going to the kitchen for a glass of water. Carefully, he chose his point of entry; that is when his gaze fell onto the large living room mirror. It was large enough to count as a temporary doorway and that way, Will couldn't slam a door in his face. Concentrating through the pain, he knocked on the door and inside, Will heard a tapping sound from the mirror.

Caught off guard, Will almost dropped her glass. Did she just hear a tapping sound coming from the mirror? It couldn't be possible, could it? Cautiously, she approached the mirror; it looked like an ordinary pretty mirror; that is until its reflective glass rippled like water and her reflection began to change. Emerging from the silver surface was the prince himself. Will dropped her glass in shock and gasped when his eyes opened and fell on her.

How did he find her?

Shocked and scared, Will froze in place as Phobos stepped from the mirror into the living room. Before she could utter a single word, he grabbed hold of her shoulder and pulled her closer, never breaking eye-contact. Finally, Will found her voice, but instead of creaming 'bloody murder', she snapped at him. "How the hell did you find me?"

"Wilhelmina Vandom, marry me."

"How the hell do you know my name- "it was then when his proposal registered in her mind and she stared at him in disbelief. "What did you just say?"

"I asked you to marry me." He repeated, too exhausted from the pain, lack of sleep, and effort to use magic to fancy-up his proposal.

"What makes you think I would do that?" she couldn't believe her ears and tried to struggle free from his grip, but he clung to her desperately.

"Wilhelmina, I am in pain." This made Will stop and stare at him. He wasn't much of a person to admit any weaknesses, so hearing him blatantly admit his suffering was new. "I can't go on without you. Please, I would do anything if you married me."

"Why marriage?" she asked and noted the weight of his hand on her shoulder, clearly, he was about to collapse any second, so she quickly guided him onto the sofa; he did not argue with her and let her lead him around.

"It is the only thing I can think of to keep you near me. I know you hate me, but I am begging at this point. The leigheas isn't working, I can barely breathe with this pain, I just want to die at this point." He closed his eyes as a wave of agony rolled over his chest and he took a moment to catch his breath from the sensation of pins and needles jabbing at his heart. "I will give you anything you wish if you married me. If you wish for the moon, I will move heaven and earth so you can have it. If you wish, I'll give up my throne and power. I- "Will didn't let him continue, full of pity, he put her arms around his shoulder and hugged him. It wasn't a loving hug, but one that meant 'you can stop now'. She knew he meant what he said, she could read the pain and exhaustion on his face and, this close, she could feel him tremble as hard as he is tall. She knew she did not love him, but he wasn't her enemy anymore either.

"Phobos, I am too young- "

"I know you are 14 years old. However, in my culture that isn't much of an issue. My mother was 12 when she married my father." He interrupted before she could continue with the 'age excuse'.

"Okay, one: that isn't helping your case as I still find it creepy; and two: I can't just up and leave my friends and family behind to marry someone a barely know." Will could feel his shoulders drop in defeat and it made her heartache. She might as well be poisoned with a similar potion given the way she pitied him and wanted to help him. Still, she couldn't just elope with him; she needed time to think and talk with her friends. "Tell you what, give me 24 hours to think things through and I'll give you my honest answer"

At this, he lifted his head and met her eyes, his forehead resting against hers. "Are you being honest with me?"

"Yup, as honest as one can be. I just really need to tell my friends and my mother. If I agree to marry you, I can't just disappear without telling them where I'll be going." She attempted to smile at him, which earned her a tired grin form the prince. For a moment, they simply sat on the sofa like this; neither one saying a single word. The longer she held him, she could feel the trembling diminish and his frantic breathing calm. Before this awkward silence could grow any further, Will gently pushed him away from her so she could look him in the face. "You are tired, aren't you?"

He simply closed his eyes and nodded in response and an idea popped into Will's mind. Now, it was the best way to test his intentions; she made up her mind and decided to let him sleep in her bed with her. Yes, it was absolutely insane, and a past Will would have smacked her over the head; her friends would kill her if they found out, but it felt like the most efficient way to test this man. Furthermore, she knew he wouldn't leave her alone, so sending him away wouldn't do anything; if anything, he would ignore that request. With a reluctant sigh, she got up and led him to her room like a mother would lead her sleepy child to bed. In her room, she ordered him to lay down on her bed. As expected, he gave her a questioning look, but Will remained firm with her request. When he didn't move, he places one hand on her hip and pointed to the bed with the other. "I said go to bed."

Without a word, he did as she said and laid down on the bed; though he did lay down on top of the covers; Will simply rolled her eyes, 'you win some you lose some.' Grabbing her pajamas, Will told him she would be back in a few minutes and hurried to the bathroom to change; true to her word, she returned within 10 minutes. She found him still on top of the covers, laying on his side and eyes still open. It was when she approached the bed and made to crawl under the blanket when she second-guessed her attempt to test this tyrannical prince. In a hushed voice, she wished him a good night and turned off the lights, thought sleep did not come quickly to either one of them.

Laying in awkward silence the two stared at each other. It became clear to Will that sharing a bed with anyone was as alien to him as it was to her. Quickly, the silence became unbearable and she had to say something, anything, even if it was a dumb question. "Why are you on top of the covers, aren't you cold?"

"We aren't married yet and no, I am not cold." He whispered back, "Why did you want this?" he meant them sharing a bed.

"You are tired but can't be far from me. I can tell you aren't thinking clearly, so I thought this might help."

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

"I am afraid of many things but, right now, I can't be afraid of you after you admitted how much you are suffering. I know you might not believe it, but I don't want to see you suffer. I don't want anyone to suffer. If I had things my way, I would have you healed from your pain and suggest ways you could rule the kingdom, so everyone benefits." She meant what she said. Irma's words had rung around her head all evening and she wondered what Phobos would agree to right now.

"Wouldn't you prefer to see my sister on the throne?" at this point he had his eyes closed, clearly becoming more comfortable with someone resting next to him.

"That is a complicated subject that I don't quite know what to think of. Everything says she should be Queen, but she seems to happy hear with her normal life and normal friends." Will's eyes had adjusted to the dark and she kept her eyes trained on the half-asleep prince beside her. Will meant what she said; she saw how happy Elyon was going to school and hanging out with her friends, taking that away from her felt cruel, even if a better life waited for her in Meridian. "We can discuss this more in the morning. Goodnight."

"Goodnight Wilhelmina."

"Call me Will" she replied with a smile, and he managed a half-smile in his sleepy state and muttered something about calling her that way from now on. Closing her own eyes, Will was glad her mother stopped checking in on her at night. The thought Susan checking in on her sleeping daughter to find a strange man next to her would have been impossible to explain away. Will was on the verge of sleep when she felt Phobos put an arm around her in his sleep. Her eyes snapped open and she looked at him, but he was vast asleep. An earthquake could have gone off and he would not have budged. She knew she could feel terrified, but she couldn't bring herself to; right now, he was more harmless than milk. She hated to admit it, but Will felt comfortable and, dare she say it, safe with him next to her. Closing her eyes again, she became warm and was asleep soon.

Morning came all too soon, and Will awoke to the sound of her alarm clock buzzing. For a moment, she thought the events of the previous night had been a simple dream; that is until her mind registered that someone's arm was around her middle. Surprised, Will looked over her shoulder to find a sleeping prince beside her; he hadn't moved an inch since falling asleep. Sleep like this, with his breathing slow and regular, his lips slightly parted, and the arm around her waist like a child holding a teddy bear, Will couldn't help but blush a bit and admit that he was handsome. Furthermore, to her delight, the deep-purple bruise on his cheek where she had hit him had vanished. Clearly, near her, his body repaired itself as it normally would. It wasn't until she moved to get up that the prince opened his eyes a bit.

"Where are you going?" his voice sounded dry with sleep.

"I don't know how things go in Meridian, but I have to go to school where I'll meet my friends. I can't just skip class because my teacher is dating my mother." She walked to her dresser to pick out some clothes for the day; Phobos made no movement to get up. "Do you think you will be alright for a while?"

"I hope so." He muttered, still half-asleep.

"Tell you what." She sat on the bed and smiled at him with the most enthusiastic smile she could manage, "There is a gazebo in Heatherfield Park and school lets out at 3:00 in the evening. I want you to meet me there at 4:30 and I will give you my answer. He agreed with his eyes closed, and she gave him a half-hug before heading for school to inform her friends of the trouble she was in.