Sisters and All
Chapter 2
Reunited By Magic
Scipio waited for something to happen. Anything. But nothing happened until…
"Thief, theft, catch that girl!" these words hung in Scipio's ears, finally something to do, over his face he pulled the mask he had missed so much, and slid down the fire escape ladder onto the cobblestone road, a girl ran past him and was followed by a man wearing an apron and looked like a chef.
Scipio stuck out his foot and tripped him, he leaned down to the man's eye level. "If you know what's good for you, you'll leave this girl alone." He said and ran off to find the girl.
It wasn't hard, she was against a wall crying, Scipio sat down on a crate across from her. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"I don't even know why I'm here, I should be back in London helping Rachel make macaroni sculptures!" the girl sobbed, she had golden blonde hair, and big brown eyes, she had on a knee length trench coat and a newsboy cap.
"I don't know much about this Rachel girl, but I think she can get along fine without you, do you have a home?" Scipio asked.
"This is my home now." The girl said.
"You don't want to see the things that happen here after dark." He said.
"I'm not scared of here or of you." So familiar her words were to Prosper's.
"Well aren't we the little tiger." He mocked.
"For an adult, you sure sound like a teenager, maybe even a child." The girl snapped.
"What's your name?" Scipio asked.
"Luna and yours?" Luna asked.
"Scipio, the Thief Lord." Scipio said dismissively almost as if he didn't want to think of the past. "Where did you come from?"
"London." Luna said.
"Come with me, your far away from home." Scipio said, helping her to her feet, he looked into her face as she stood, the hair he recognized, and the face and eyes, all mashed together, whose were they?
This nagged at Scipio for the whole walk to Ida's.
The walk seemed to drag on forever, until they reached a huge house, the man named Scipio seemed very familiar with it, he rapped his knuckles against the glass door, a young boy came to the door and looked out cupping his hands so he could see, he finally opened the door.
"Hey Scip," he said cheerfully, he had curly blond hair and a too big sweater on.
"Where's your brother?" Scipio asked.
"Upstairs with Mosca and Riccio, also Hornet." The little boy said.
"Go get them would you?" Scipio asked.
"Sure, why?" the boy asked.
"Just do it." Scipio sounded impatient.
"Alright." The boy went away with a sad kind of look.
He took the stairs two at a time, he soon came back down with a boy not much older than Luna and two boys around her age.
"What is it Scip?" The oldest asked.
"This is Luna." He pushed her forward a little.
"Scipio, this isn't the Stella, Ida can barely keep us all together, let alone another person." The older boy said his face becoming a stone.
"Prop at least let her stay the night under my supervision." Scipio pleaded.
"Wait…" Luna asked said. "What did you say your name was?" she said looking up at the oldest boy.
"Prosper, Prop for short…" Prosper said, the name was too familiar.
"And your brother's?" She asked pointing to the blond boy.
"Boniface, Bo for short, why?" Prosper asked.
Luna looked around paranoid, she quickly turned to Scipio, "I think I'll take my chances with the rats, thanks though." She got half way through the door when…
"Wait a second." Prosper said, she pivoted, he walked up to her and seemed to study her face.
"Prosper…" she started, but he quickly pulled her into a tight hug.
"Never run off again, okay?" he whispered, tears rolled down her face as she pulled away from the hug and ran outside.
"Prop," Bo came to his side. "Who was that?"
"Do you remember when you were very young, and dad left?" Prop asked.
"Yes, a little."
"Do you remember a seven year old girl in pigtails chasing me around the yard?" he asked hoarse.
"Faintly."
"She was your sister, do you remember that?"
"Yes," Bo said triumphantly. "I used to sit on her lap and mom would tell us stories."
"She ran away soon after dad left."
Hornet came up to Prosper, he was staring out into the somewhat cold night. She leaned her head on his shoulder.
"And?..." Bo asked.
"That was her." Prosper ran out of the house not paying attention to the fact that Hornet fell.
"ESTRELITA!" he screamed.
"Prop," Luna's (now known as Estrelita) voice came from a rock in Ida's garden. He quietly sat down next to her, she put her head on his lap as she had done so long ago.
"Why did you leave?" he asked.
"Mother knew none of it was real, but she induced it anyway, I couldn't stand to be brainwashed like you two." Estrelita said.
"But that's the thing!" Prop said. "Magic is real, every word of it, Scipio in there, he rode a magic merry-go-round that makes you grow older or younger, he was once almost 16, now he's almost 30!"
"Prop, do really expect me to believe that?" Est asked.
"Would you believe a nun?"
"Yes."
"Do you believe me?"
"Not when you talk of magical merry-go-rounds, I wouldn't trust the nun under the circumstances either." Estrelita sat up and looked at him. "Or at least I wouldn't have."
"What do you mean." Prosper asked.
"Recent events have compelled me to believe in magic."
"Like what?"
"Well, I found you again." She said and embraced him.
"You ran away because of mom?" Bo said from behind the two.
"No Bo, mostly dad, but don't worry now we're all together again." Estrelita said.
"So what do I call you?" Bo asked.
"My name is Estrelita, but call me Est."
Maeve O'NeillPage 411/15/2006