Magical Training --Prologue (Pixie POV) (Complete)

[Judi Strange]

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"Sealing spell and rudimentary magic skills. don't let me down!"

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    “Part of me is furious, part of me is relived,” thought Pixie as she navigated this new place, that was obviously quite old. She and flora had been moved to Limbo. The place she very much did not want to take her friend, if anything happened it would be her fault. Her fault because she’d made the very grand mistake of coming here before uninvited and now Senior team member Magik seemed to have ideas for just about everything in her life. It was maddening.

She found Flora quite sweet, charming and a ray of sunshine in the past month or so hat had been dropped in what could only be called “Magikal darkness” if the term did not exist, it surely should by the Faes estimation. Her last venture here Magik had taken no small portion of her soul, and in “compensation” topped her off with darkness. Since that very day things had changed, she had changed and more and more people had begun to notice.

“Where o where had sunshine and smiles Megan gotten too, are you alright?”

She’d lost her temper a time or so, and even on a mission she'd..been wrong in what she did, she dropped that man from such a height and the fates seeing it wrong had rewarded her with being shot. Now healed, she took to the summer air to seek the light, the beauty once more and refuse to bend and be shaped by Limbo or whatever it’s ruler wanted of her. She’d wanted to be Illyana’s friend, she seemed so dreadfully alone and cold. Both children of magic it would only be natural she’d seek to draw her close, to warm her by the light and fire of kindness and deep friendship. To be honest perhaps there had been a crush.

She was beautiful, mysterious it should have been a grand time, for both of them until she apparently in her zeal to get close had broken a rule with the Russian. She felt poorly for Dean, he’d been a good man and teacher, she’d need to seek him again to see if he was well. It was not his fault she took what she took, there seemed to be no passion or emotion- it was appallingly transactional.

She stopped at the double doors, inside she knew the realms mistress was inside. She could feel the arts, she was working, it permeated the building itself, and bleed like a wound form under these grand doors. The arts in question were dark, darker than she’d felt before and it made her stomach twist in knots. It seemed to be the only arts Illyana worked, be it by choice or training. Dean’s arts felt very different, calming with a hint of fun and such things seemed alien to the Rasputina lexicon.

Pushing open the creaking doors, she stepped in, it was certainly a large grand place. It looked holy with its high ceilings and old woods and stone construction. She took two steps in, closed the doors and looked to the center, for a moment, as she turned out of the corner of her eye she saw- what exactly?

“Tis a cythraul,” her mum's voice said in her head as she recalled being quite young, and being shown old picture books on mystical things and beasties. To Megan, it was not as abstract, it was at least for her possible Illyana Rasputina was the Cythraul incarnate. Skin reddish, not unlike how hers had gotten when she dropped the poor man. Horns, tail and cloven of hoof. That was all she could take in for as she finished her turn there was the right and proper Illyana turning to face her.

The change was night and day, here now was a lovely girl full of life, of warm smile- what she’d hoped together they could make, in short- Baba Yaga Sempai was lying to her- but why, why lie now she was sort of conscripted wasn't she? 

Pixie's Theme song: Icon for Hire:
Heroes: Magik |Captain Marvel| She-Hulk | Pixie
Villains: Spiral | Typhoid Mary | Loki | White Rabbit