F.A.I.R.Y.
By Weyrwoman Lessa (XD)
Disclaimer: Alright, I don't own W.I.T.C.H., as I'm sure everyone knows. I wish I did, though, as I'd be rich and be able to publish stories. I do own my little bunch of characters, though, which include Fallon, Ashleigh, Isabelle, Reina, Yolee, and Bethany.
Notes: First off, this story is based off of the comic/book series (depending on whether you live in America and get the books or abroad and get the comics). This is NOT about the TV show, so Caleb will not be in Heatherfield, and there is no little pickle-looking thingie named "Blunk" (Honestly? What kind of a name is that? I really detest the little bugger.)
Second off, it has been 30 years since the former guardians had found out about their powers, so they have all been married off and have children in some cases already. However, for the sake of easiness (and my lack of imagination with last names), I am going to call them by their maiden names, rather than the last names they would take with marriage. The same will go for their children and their husbands, if mentioned. But if anyone can think of suitable last names, tell me and I might use them!
Third off, I don't know how I would be able to put this in the story otherwise (though I'm sure I would find a way), but Fallon is Cornelia Hale's daughter. However, Cornelia did not marry Caleb, so she is not Caleb's daughter as well. (Think about it: how weird would it be to be half-guardian, half-plant?) In memory of Caleb, though, Cornelia did name her son after him.
Edit: Apparently, I can't place a website here, so if you want to see the picture of F.A.I.R.Y. (so you can properly pictuer them), I've set it to my homepage, so...
The teacher glanced at the clock when the first bell rang at Sheffield Institute. No one was in class yet, but she wasn't worried. Of the twenty-two students in her class, eighteen were chronically late. Within a minute or two, the students began to randomly file in to class in little groups together.
Isabelle scrambled down the sidewalk, nearly running over masses of people. She turned her head to look over her shoulder, and as her long—well, mid-arm length at least—black hair whipped around her face, she called to her twin.
"We're gonna be even later if you don't hurry up!" she sighed.
"I'm hurrying, and it's not 'later', it's 'more late'." Her twin replied, smirking. Isabelle shrugged as her twin corrected her, just to tick her off. Yolee was Isabelle's fraternal twin, her younger by three hours. While Isabelle had long, lustrous, ebony hair, Yolee had short, bouncy, bright pink hair and deep violet eyes, as opposed to Isabelle's piercing grey ones. For twins, Isabelle mused, they were very different. As the two rounded the corner to the school, the late bell resounded through the empty courtyard. Isabelle dashed through the halls, directly to her class.
"I'm sorry I'm late!" she apologized when she stepped inside the class, taking a seat quickly.
"It's alright," the teacher sighed, sounding resigned.
"It won't happen again!" Isabelle promised, although both the teacher and Isabelle knew that it probably would, even as early as tomorrow. Yolee entered a moment after her sister, sitting down as she said "I'm here."
"You're late." The teacher said quietly.
"I'm not late, everyone else is just early!" Yolee quipped in reply, smiling slightly. The teacher shrugged and headed to the front of the room, when two girls practically pushed each other through the door.
"I know I'm late, but soccer practice ran on!" a girl with dark-blonde/light-brownish hair said. The teacher nodded. There had been an announcement over the intercom a few minutes earlier. The school's soccer team practiced occasionally in the mornings as well as the afternoons.
"My little brother was slowing everyone down!" the other girl complained, pulling her light blonde hair into a ponytail before twisting it and clipping it against her skull with a clip. (A/N: The name of those clips escapes me right now, but I'm sure most will know what I mean. They are the ones with the teeth-looking things…) The teacher nodded again to Fallon. Ordinarily, that wasn't a reasonable excuse, but she knew Fallon's family and she knew how her younger brother, Caleb, was.
"That's alright, you two. Take your seats." The two girls nodded and clambered to their desks.
"If that's everyone, I'll begin by introducing our new student. She'll be here in a few minutes, though, since she's in the office, getting everything together." The teacher said, turning to write the objective and warm-up on the chalk-board.
Reina turned to Fallon and said with a scowl, "Do you understand the homework at all?"
Fallon turned and shook her blonde head. Reina rolled her eyes. "Of course not." She said, holding out the "Of" to make it seem like that should have been obvious. "Blonde." She muttered under her breath, her voice full of contempt.
Fallon heard her and hissed "Brunette!" in reply, her voice showing scorn.
"Prep!"
"Jock!"
"Poser!"
"Grass fairy!"
"Snufilupigi!"
"Girls!" The teacher walked over to the two of them as Fallon gasped. While the social scale at Sheffield had changed, no longer just being "infielder" and "outfielder" but being different groups, the "Snufilupigi" was still the lowest social class, meaning that you were socially invisible with no friends. By now, both girls were standing, their fists clenched. "That is not acceptable! I want to see you both after school!" the teacher yelled. "Now, Ashleigh, take Fallon's seat. She's the blonde one. Fallon, you take Isabelle's seat, and Isabelle, you take that back seat." The teacher instructed.
"Yes, Mrs. Lair…" was all that the girls could say. Reina scowled as Fallon walked off, obviously angry. The new girl, Ashleigh, took a seat hesitantly, looking at Reina cautiously.
"Now Ashleigh, tell us about yourself." Mrs. Lair instructed. Ashleigh blushed and sank slightly in her chair as she twisted one of her chocolate-colored pig-tails.
"Well, I'm from Georgia." She started slowly. Her voice was accented slightly like a Southerner's, but not overly so. "Um…I like to sing, especially at my church, and…I think that's all!" she said quickly.
"Alright! Now everyone, take out your books and start working…" Mrs. Lair started.
When the bell rang at the end of the day, Irma sighed with relief. Fallon and Reina were due in her room any second, so she quickly headed to the room across the hall.
"So, was Will right? Were the new guardians found?" Taranee asked, coming out of the room with "Mrs. Cook" written above the door.
"How would I know?" Irma asked, not even sure how she became a teacher, of all jobs. "You know, I bet I know who they would be." She said, her face grinning in irony. "And I'm going to meet with them now."
"What are you going to tell Cornelia?" Taranee asked. "It's not the first time that Fallon and Reina have fought."
"I'm not sure, but I'm going in." Irma said, heading into her classroom, where both girls were waiting silently, although if glares could make noise, the room would be filled with deafening noises. "Now, you both know why you're here?" Irma asked, looking at them both.
"It's hard not to…" Reina muttered, grinning at the recollection of the fight. Catching Mrs. Lair's gaze, she stopped smiling. "Yes." She answered.
"Girls, why do you fight so much?" Mrs. Lair asked, getting directly to the point. Both girls shrugged, not really sure. "Well, I want you to think about it and apologize to each other later. I have a feeling that you two will have to work together a lot more often in the near future." And with a twinkle in her eye, she stood up and left. Both girls looked confused, but took that to mean that they would be paired together in school classes. Slowly, they both stood up and headed home.
Fallon looked back over her shoulder as she walked down the sidewalk. There was Reina in a soccer uniform, smiling as she high-fived a teammate. Fallon scowled as she turned back. Why had they fought so much? It probably started so far back that they couldn't remember. When she and Reina had first met in first grade, the two had been nice enough to each other. Slowly, though, they started arguing and picking on each other and fighting, though never as loudly as they had in class. That had made no sense, though; they were both fourteen, not toddlers. They should know better.
It did feel nice to yell at her, though, even if she yelled back. Fallon thought to herself with a smug grin as she opened the door to her penthouse and braced herself for yelling from her parents.
Elyon looked at the meal prepared for her, beautiful as always. The savory smell of the meats, accompanied by the fruits and desserts, played with her senses, urging her to start her meal. She looked at her daughter carefully, her bluish-grey eyes scanning her daughter's pouting face with worry.
"Come now, Bethany. No need to pout." She said kindly as she was served her meal. Bethany glared back to her mother before replying as she played with the long, straw-colored braid that ran down her back.
"No need? I come to find that I am betrothed to a boy I don't even know, and you say no NEED?" she said, her voice raising as her temper flared.
"Yes, no need. Nenul is a fine man, someone I think that you will like. An alliance with this will prove useful for Meridian, no, the entire kingdom of Metamoor." With the word 'kingdom', her mouth twitched in a smile. There was no king of Metamoor, nor had there ever been. Meridian had always been ruled by queens, and by queens alone, with one exception. But I'm not going to think about him. Elyon decided with a slight nod. No, the husbands of the queens were prince consorts, not kings.
Bethany looked at her mother carefully, her mouth curved gracefully downward as her brow furrowed. In an act of defiance, she stood up and turned away to run to her bedroom, her billowing gown flapping in the wind caused by the movement.
Bitter tears stung Bethany's eyes as she ran up the stairs. She had successfully blocked out her mother's voice, calling for her to come sit back down. It wasn't fair! Her mother had no right to tell her who to marry and love! It should be HER choice, and instead, it was politics!
When Beth reached her room, she slammed her door in her anger, dropping herself on her bed with sobs. Her eyes were so blurred with tears, that she didn't notice a malicious-looking shadow in the corner, though…
Well, that's the first chapter! I hope you like, and I hope I get some reviews! If I get reviews, I'll continue, and if I don't…well, I'll STILL probably continue! And a word of advice: You SHOULD check out that picture. Not for the –cough- bad –cough- artwork, but so you can accurately picture them.