Please, take notice I did not made a MLP puns in this. I don't even watch the show. As I always show it to my friend before posting it, he just laughed because of the pun. Nice...

~*~*~*~ The Magic In The Word 'Fate' ~*~*~*~

"Thank you so much madam Andersson. You're so helpful."

He has done that for two whole months now. Each Friday, he would drop off Alfred and Matthew at Mrs. Andersson's flat and would join Francis at the library. Yet, he didn't open up his heart at all for the Frenchman. His sentences were short and quick...

Yet... His walls were falling down, and he wasn't even aware of it right away. You could see the crack in the walls by every time Arthur was smiling down at the simple texts Francis sent, or at any replies he would send. If it was the opposite, he would have been ignoring the other for a good while by now.

"Don't worry, your brothers are the sweetest kids I know. Even if my cat might not agree with this statement." Mrs. Andersson laughed as the cat was trying to run away from the two little monsters that were running after it.

"Lads, can't you stay in one place for like... Three seconds ?!" Arthur asked, exasperated.

The boys stopped for exactly three seconds, staring blankly at him, before running away again. Welp, looks like they inherited their big brother's sarcasm. Arthur was almost scared for when they would go through their teenage years... He shivered at how awful the future seemed to be.

"Go ahead, wouldn't want to make Francis get crazy because you're late."

"You're probably right. See you tonight Mrs. Andersson." He waved then took the door.

The warmth of the sun outside just slowed his walk. They were in August by now, soon the cold season would be here. Autumn was slowly making it's way up the country after all. On his way, the young sorcerer couldn't help but notice a group of friends, probably around his age, hanging out in front of a café.

They were laughing. They were cheering. Heck, one just spilled his ice cream on her neighbour and yet, the other didn't even mind. Arthur would've been mad. Ice is cold. Really cold. Except if it would have been his brothers though. They are still young after and... Francis too he wouldn't mind once he think about it. Maybe a little of anger would have shown up, but it wouldn't have been bad.

Is that what friendship is ? He grunted a little. He seemed like a young kid discover the 'magic' of the world. It didn't worth a try... Or did it ? He was so confused. It's in those time he wish he still had his complete family so he could've ask them some tips and tricks about it.

But it was only him in the twins now, and there was no coming back.

He finally reached the library after walking a couple of minute. The silence of the place was strangely tense. Why so ?.. Ah, probably because the librarian was staring at him like if he was going to shout soon. Not like he wouldn't like to.

He spotted Francis sit at a table in the far back of the library, a pile of books in front of him. Even when Arthur made his whole way up to him, he didn't even notice he was there. He was asleep, on his homework. Arthur gently took a sheet from under the human's head and read it out loud.

"The legend of the Kirkland Family. How interesting." He smirked when the other woke up with a start.

"O-Oh Arthur. Sorry, I didn't notice you." He softly smiled.

Arthur could almost hear Matthew ghostly voice in the back of his head say 'The tables has turned."

"It's okay, you're going too hard on yourself. What's the matter with my last name ?" He sat down next to him, still staring down at the paper filled with different French words he couldn't understand just yet.

"You see, I was wondering on what legend I should do my French essay on when I fell on something that seemed to wore your last name. So, I decided why not. Want to know the story ?"

"Mmh-mmh. I'm quite curious."

"Here we go then..."

~*~*~*~ The Magic In The Word 'Fate' ~*~*~*~

Once upon a time, just years before, were living in an isolated village a family. A really odd family. The father and the mother had many child together. They were called, the Kirkland family. Sure, the last name was quite popular around the country, but those people were special.

The practiced magic. Not any kind of magic. Black magic...

White magic is known to be the one to save one's soul, to cure the goods. Black magic is the total opposite. It only serves one for egoistical reasons.

Around the Village, people slowly started to disappears. At first they put that on them being crazy. Then... Magic rumours started to grow up there and there.

Then, the head of the family, the father, give it all away. As he was walking with the youngest of his son, he used his magic to make the madman running after them disappears in a black shadow. The only person to witness this started to scream, before having the same punishment as the other.

That night, the Village knew who did the kidnapping of their loving ones. Together, they raised up, taking torch and set ablaze the haunted house of the Kirkland where the whole family perished.

The only thing they left behind, was the mark of the demon in the ashes and their scream coming straight from hell, which still can be heard today...

~*~*~*~ The Magic In The Word 'Fate' ~*~*~*~

His words were strangely soothing. Strangely, hearing what happened from someone else's mouth was calming him. They didn't know a part of the family survived. His brothers and himself were free for now. It was... Relieving. No one was going to know the truth... Ever...

"What do you think about them ?" Francis quietly asked, not even looking up from his paper.

"They should have let them live. They did no wrong to anyone." Arthur mumbled tensing up a little. He wasn't ready to say any wrong about his deceased family.

"You're so wrong dearest..."