Part One: Sisters
She sat on the bench with a straight back and her shapely legs one against the other, the right knee shelving her left, on which the stocking was slightly torn and through the waist high slit on her black silk dress several scars were apparent on her delicate shadowy skin. Her piercing, innocent large purple eyes would shine above her soft cheeks clouded by a blush of a darker shade of blue, as she looked straight up at the man pacing nervously right before her with his arms folded behind his back.
Her soft dark lavender jacket's left arm was ripped and the right arm was torn, her bracers of sorcery let off a faint glint as she cast her eyes down again only to steal a glance at her sister sitting to the left, pecking at the bowstring somewhat irritantly. Pling, pling. Pling.
"Will you stop that!" - her father hissed and stopped before them, his back still turned.
"Yeees, faaather..." - The one with red hair responded on a mockingly innocent tone.
"And you! Is there anything at all you have to say?" - She bit her lower lip pulling her neck in slightly, squinting towards her sister for a moment, shuddering visibly at the tone of her father's voice. And then she responded.
"It was me, not Narniel, Father." - The book in the wizard's hand caught fire.
"I _KNOW_ it was her! What kind of a _FOOL_ do you think I am?!" - His voice rising, she sniffled.
"Stop that." - She would not stop. "I said quit it!"
"Yes, Father." - she responded faintly and would not stop regardless. The wizard sighed and shook his head, visibly softening up despite the scorched walls and broken bookshelves of his library with the charred remains of a summoned Balor in the corner and a torn piece of Gate scroll under his foot.
"Get... Out of my sight. Both of you!" - They stood, leaving the room. She glanced to Narniel on the way out.
"You're doing the dishes tonight." - she muttered.
"Get me another Gate scroll." - her sister smirked, leaving those purple eyes to widen in disbelief and the wizard to conjure several animated brooms to unmake the chaos his daughters had summoned.
_________________ "There is no Sparta. THIS. IS. SPOON!!"
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