So I'm obsessed with this new idea I have lol If you read my one-shot series in the fandom here, you'll know that I wrote my most recent one-shot about the idea of how what if the world knew the true events of what happened with the Psychic Seven and Lucrecia. The idea of what that would mean to the Aquatos and how it would have affected Razputin's path to becoming a Psychonaut.
So~ I wrote this lol I hope you guys enjoy and I hope you guys enjoy this! Much love!
Curses were something that you would believe were caused by spells.
That poisonous apples and pricked fingers were made by old hags in leaf-based huts in the middle of a haunted forest. Like those in the old fairy tales we were told as children. That curses could only be given if you did something horrid. If you did something unforgivable. At least in the eye of the caster.
But for me, and the Aquato family, it comes with our name and our name alone.
We are cursed. In a way that no one on earth could ever understand. We were not put to sleep by a finger prick, and we never entered into lands that we were not meant to. Our curse is nothing along those lines. No. Ours is much more unique. Much more dreadful.
That curse? It's that we're alive.
I stared out the window at the passing trees as our caravan carried down the dirt road that was starting to feel like a dusted road to nowhere.
We're the offspring of the Mux family line. The last ones with the blood of the great Maligula. The ones with the ties to the great Deluge of Grulovia. We, her sister's children and grandchildren, are the feared possible psychics that wield her great powers over water and the tides.
I swallowed hard as I looked down into my lap. The back of my gloved hands rested on my thighs as I looked over the worn leather covering my palms.
But what they didn't know, was that the fear of another hydrokinesis psychic was well-founded. That fear of another possible Lucrecia is understandable with the existence of one of us.
I curled my hands into a tight fist as I pulled my attention away from my hands and back to the trees passing by.
Because of me. Razputin Aquato. The great-nephew of Lucrecia Mux.
And a hydrokinesis specialist himself.
"Pootie?" I snapped my attention over toward a strained older voice that joined beside me. "Are you well?" The woman who had joined me on my little window seat was none other than Lucrecia Mux herself. Better known now as Nona. After losing herself as the great Maligula, she was rather shattered after her battle with her former Psychic Seven members. Her brain was scattered and a bit confused, so they let her live the rest of her days, unsure of who she really was and what the world knew of her. To everyone else, the great Lucrecia is dead. But to us, she lives on as a small secret between us and the world.
"I'm well, Nona." I smiled softly at the older woman as her hands tremored in her lap. She smiled in return in a sweet way that no one else that looked upon her would have known who she truly was or what she used to be capable of. Her body shook gently, never enough to bother her completely, but enough to be noticeable to anyone who watched her from a distance.
Such a soft and fragile woman. Obviously, nothing like she's supposed to be. Nothing really to fear.
My hands tightened a bit more as I swallowed dryly.
But still, the world would never forgive her. They'll never forgive any of us. Not until we give them a reason to.
Not until I'm the best fucking Psychonaut they've ever seen.
"You are anxious." I snapped out of my thoughts as the older woman placed a shaking hand on my knee. "You bare high expectations. Ones you give yourself." She patted my knee before leaning back into her seat beside me. "You must give yourself a break before you break yourself." I sighed a little as I let my fingers uncurl from the fists I was making.
Easy for you to say. The world doesn't look at you as a monster in training. You're freed from those burdens Nona.
"Hard not to be when the world already has thoughts on how you are." I leaned my head back so the back of my air force cap was meeting the glass of the window behind me. "Of who you are. Of what you're to be."
"You are an Aquato, is true." Nona nodded softly before giving me a look of great pride. "But, you're Razputin in the same breath." I gave her a curious look as I straightened up my posture beside her.
"What do you mean, Nona?"
"I mean," She adjusted how she was sitting so she could give me more of her attention on the little bench seat. "You are your own being. You are Razputin." She smiled wide, which caused her jaw to shake just a little, but the sweet and sincere nature was still there. "Each one of you is much more than our curse. Much more than just our family name. You prove that to the world by being yourself. By being Razputin. Just as much as the rest of you." Suddenly, the caravan slowed down to take a turn, but we continued to move in a rather slow motion. Telling us that we have met our destination as Nona made sure to make her final point. "And your time here will prove this, I am sure."
I hope you're right, Nona.
I turned my head to look out the window as my father found a place to park. The big wooden sign for the camp I would be staying at looked back at me as if it was truly aware of my presence as I heard the sound of unfastened seat belts ring from the front.
If not, I'm sure the kids here will make my stay a living hell.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly before getting up onto my feet. Grabbing my backpack and small luggage bag my mother had packed with me that I had resting on the bench seat to my right.
I at least want a small chance at becoming a Psychonaut through this after all.
"Ready to go, Razputin?" I turned my head toward my father's voice, who was still sitting in the driver's seat. I looked over toward Nona, who just gave me a gentle nod in reply.
At least I know my family has faith in me. That they believed I could change our curse.
I looked back toward my dad with a determined look taking over my face.
And for them, I'll try my hardest to do just that.
"I'm more than ready now." I put my backpack over my back before reaching up and adjusting the goggles on top of my head.
I'll show them what I'm made of. That Aquatos are more than just our past. No matter what it takes.
So here I come, Whispering Rock. Get ready for Razputin Aquato. Your next big Psychonaut.
