Protecting Alice (1 Year before the events of Meeting Outsiders)
North of Orario, a village cradled in tranquility lay nestled, untouched by the city's ceaseless pulse. Like siblings, similar hamlets dotted the landscape, each with its unique tapestry of life—some sprawling and boisterous, others small and reticent. Villagers led quiet lives, their routines undisturbed save for transient figures: traders and merchants threading through their secluded haven.
Beyond the village, fields and pastures unfurled, a patchwork quilt stitched by nature's hand. Livelihoods intertwined with the land, a delicate dance of farming and husbandry. Cottages stood sentinel amidst the landscape.
On this day, the sun stretched its fingers, casting a golden glow. A breeze whispered through open fields, carrying wildflower fragrances and the scent of grass, painting the day with ethereal quality.
Within this haven, where existence hummed with the pulse of the earth. The villagers, with weathered hands and sun-kissed brows, toiled in fields and tended to livestock, their routines etched into the landscape.
As the breeze wove through grass, it whispered tales of a world beyond, where traders left transient traces. Yet, the village remained cocooned, a sanctuary of stillness.
In the outskirts, far from Orario's tumult, Bell and Alice reveled in their momentary escape. Their laughter drifted through the air as they played, oblivious to strife beyond village boundaries. Evilus cast its darkened pall over Orario, but innocence persevered in this quiet haven.
As the siblings frolicked, village children appeared, their banter muted by sight of a smaller girl. Tension thickened as they surrounded Alice, their curiosity tinged with cruelty.
"Why do you look so sick? You're so pale and skinny!" jeered an older boy, a smirk etched on his face.
Younger ones echoed his taunts, laughter twisted echoes in the landscape, pointing out Alice's delicate features and frail frame.
Alice flinched, vulnerability exposed, seeking refuge behind her twin. Bell, wrapped his arm around Alice, a shield against encroaching cruelty.
"Stop it!" Bell's voice echoed with defiance. "You have no right to say those things about my sister!" The words rippled through stillness, challenging darkness threatening their idyllic world.
"Oh, yeah? And what are you going to do about it?" one boy sneered
"Yeah, we can say whatever we want!" another chimed in, the air thickening with misplaced bravado.
"Why don't you try and stop us?" a child sneered, lips curling into a defiant smirk as he stepped forward.
"We don't have to listen to you!" another taunted.
Bell's fists clenched, tension radiating through his frame. His once innocent face flushed red with anger as he glared at the boy before him.
"What are you going to do?" the older boy taunted, leaning closer. "Are you going to hit me?"
The village children laughed. Bell's gritted teeth mirrored the storm raging within him. He hated the condescending glances, despised the mockery they aimed at Alice. The desire to make them pay surged, fueled by the injustice to his twin.
His eyes blazed with defiance, sweeping over Alice. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks, trembling with hurt. Her vulnerability stark against the innocence of playtime fueled Bell's desire to protect her.
With protective instinct beyond his years, Bell pulled Alice close, wrapping his arms around her in solidarity. The embrace conveyed emotional depth, a silent promise to stand against malice. He felt her heart racing against his chest, a palpable manifestation of distress.
He pressed his lips in anger, a silent vow etched in determination. The need to shield Alice from harshness burned within him like a beacon.
"Let's go," he said softly, leading her away from the bullies, seeking solace on the village outskirts.
As they passed nearby villagers, emotions played across their faces like shifting shadows. The once innocent backdrop now bore witness to societal discord.
Some wore masks of amusement, deriving twisted pleasure from others' misfortune. Their laughter, cold and detached, stained the serenity, as if one's suffering could be cruel entertainment for those insulated from personal pain.
On the flip side, some in the group revealed faces of pity, acknowledging the unfairness the twins faced. Their eyes softened with empathy, gazing upon the twins with sorrow, recognizing the cruelty that was being inflicted upon them
Bell and Alice pressed forward, their small figures casting long shadows against conflicting emotions, the village landscape became bittersweet. Their steps echoed with determination, seeking refuge in their familial bond amidst turmoil.
Turning from onlookers' stares, Bell focused on Alice. In the aftermath, he held her close, their shadows melding against the fading day. Bell's arms wrapped around her frail form, stroking her hair with reassurance. Alice, nestled in his embrace, whispered apologies.
"I'm sorry," she muffled into Bell's shirt. "I'm so sorry."
Bell tightened his hug, murmuring, "You have nothing to be sorry for," his voice steady. The rest of the day unfolded quietly, the bullies keeping their distance. But the wounds ran deep, leaving an indelible mark on Alice's spirit.
Alice, once vibrant, had transformed into a shadow of herself. Her laughter, a distant memory, replaced by solitude. She retreated into herself, finding solace with Bell, their shared world a sanctuary shielding her.
The atmosphere bore witness to this shift, a silent requiem. Avoiding contact became her instinct, her eyes betraying fear. Past scars lingered, haunting her every glance. The vibrant energy that once emanated from her was replaced by a quietude, a stillness that felt heavy with the weight of unspoken struggles.
Bell stood unwavering by her side, supporting her every step. As Alice's thoughts spun her inner thoughts became a mosaic of vulnerability and longing. Her inner most desire was a longing was for the one thing that remained absent her in life. The simplest desire a child could have.
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The desire for a friend.
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Days unfolded in this rhythm, the twins navigating childhood amidst harsh realities. In their cocoon, they forged a bond transcending the world outside. Bell, steadfast, refused to give up on Alice, their familial bond a beacon in adversity.
Over the course of the next year (Until the Events of Meeting Outsiders) The following incidents occur
In the vast field near the village, a storm of cruelty brewed as children surrounded Alice. Not in gathering clouds, but in bitter exchanges. The once-promising atmosphere crackled with tension, marred by malice. Their faces twisted with scorn, the children taunted Alice with venomous words, punctuating the air with hostility.
"Miserable loser!" one sneered.
"Stupid freak!" another chimed.
Fueled by cruel desire, their mockery targeted Alice's frail appearance, illness, and lack of parents.
"You're worthless, freak!" The relentless taunts echoed through the field, each word chipping away at Alice's already fragile emotions.
The misery of Alice intensified as the children's jeers grew more malicious and spiteful. The flow of their insults painted a grim cadence, a symphony of cruelty that resonated with the pain it inflicted.
"I bet your father couldn't stand to be around you, so he ran away!"
"I bet he never wanted a reject daughter like you. I bet he was happy to get rid of you!"
"No wonder your father didn't want you! You're useless!"
The vicious words, akin to arrows piercing the heart, sliced into Alice's soul. Unspoken thoughts and emotions, though silent, resonated throughout the scene. The cruelty fueled her insecurities, began to press on her like a suffocating weight.
As the children persisted in their assault, their taunts reached a crescendo. Each word, sharp as a knife, left wounds destined to linger long after the word themselves had faded. The once serene field now bore witness to the harsh reality of human cruelty, a stark reminder of innocence tarnished.
Accusations bombarded Alice, each one a blow to her composure. Despite her efforts, desperation threatened to expose the cracks in her emotional armor. Loneliness and despair intertwined, enveloping her in a suffocating cloak.
Time crawled; each moment stretched thin. The onslaught persisted, pushing Alice deeper into the abyss of self-loathing. Her inner sanctuary crumbled under the weight of negativity, doubts echoing louder than self-assurance.
Repeated instances of cruelty deepened Alice's despair. Accusations weighed heavily, burdening her with judgment. Loneliness clawed at her, shattering her facade.
The relentless storm of insults fractured Alice's world. Loneliness and despair became her constant companions, suffocating her resolve. Doubts gnawed at her consciousness, distorting her self-image.
Time dragged on, cruelty lingering. Alice's sanctuary lay in ruins, dreams shattered. Negativity tainted her thoughts, eroding her confidence.
Each word cast at her created ripples, disturbing her peace. As the onslaught continued, Alice's mental landscape transformed into a battleground. Her self-esteem crumbled, leaving internal ruins.
Amidst chaos, Alice clung to her identity. Yet, with each word, her resilience waned. The field, once lively, now bore the weight of negativity, mourning Alice's unraveling.
As insults rained down upon Alice, she groped for a lifeline, her hope teetering on the abyss's edge. Bell, her twin, sensed her anguish but found himself impotent against the verbal onslaught. His heart ached witnessing her unraveling, his attempts at shielding her feeble against the relentless storm.
Alice's eyes, once ablaze with determination, now mirrored profound vulnerability. Each barb chipped away at her resilience, the torrent of cruelty threatening to snuff out her last flicker of hope.
In the charged atmosphere, Bell felt the weight of their shared history—laughter, secrets, and the unspoken bond of siblings. Yet, despite his love, Alice's internal tempest intensified with every passing moment, the gulf between them widening inexorably.
Metaphorically, Bell extended a lifeline, a beacon in the turmoil, but Alice, lost in her whirlwind of struggles, remained unreachable. The bond they once shared strained, stretched thin by the ferocity of her emotional hurricane.
As Alice's torment reached its height, Bell grappled with a profound sense of helplessness. He longed to be her anchor, to bridge the gap and pull her back from the brink. Yet, in the face of the tempest, his efforts felt like whispers against the roaring winds of despair. Their bond, once unbreakable, now hung in precarious balance.
Seeing Alice's spiral, Zeus and Hera offered solace amidst the tumult. They endeavored to mend her fractured spirit, becoming silent pillars of support against the brewing storm. Despite their efforts, Alice's tempest refused to abate.
Fueled by concern, Zeus and Hera sought to intervene with the other children's parents. However, their efforts were met with staunch resistance, deepening Alice's sense of isolation and leaving her at the crossroads of hope and despair.
In the aftermath, Alice grappled with conflicting emotions. The warmth of surrogate compassion clashed with the cold indifference of others, blurring her path to resolution amidst the tempest raging within.
Meeting Outsiders Event (Alice's POV)
"Hey, grandpa, grandma, can we go play with the girl?" Bell's eyes danced with excitement as he pointed towards the cat girl. The rising sun cast a golden hue upon her raven black fur, making her appear almost magical. I stood entranced, imagining myself with similar ears and a tail.
His words, filled with innocent wonder, momentarily dispelled the bigotry around them. Bell and I were oblivious to the disapproving glares from the locals, consumed by the allure of the enchanting creature.
Zeus frowned, considering the opportunity for the twins to interact with someone different. With how the villagers treated them, they didn't interact much with anyone.
"Come on, please?" This time, the words fell from both of our mouths, eyes wide with entreaty. Seeing our eager faces, Zeus felt his resolve waver.
"Alright, you may greet her, but if you want to play with her, you need her parent's permission, okay?" Zeus nodded.
I wondered what it would be like to have those ears and a tail, imagining the playful twitch of those ears or flick of that tail. It seemed like a world of endless fascination. Bell, on the other hand, envisioned adventures with the mysterious girl, her feline grace inspiring tales of bravery and magic.
The cat girl noticed our interest and offered a hesitant smile, her feline-like eyes reflecting curiosity and wariness. She seemed different, yet a sense of loneliness lingered in her gaze. Bell and I exchanged excited glances, then approached her, a first step towards friendship.
Bell and I ran towards the festival square, laughter and delightful aromas filling the air. However, the reality was marred by disdainful glances and hushed murmurs from the townsfolk. Ignoring the disdain, we saw only a potential friend in the cat girl.
Approaching Aki, a mixture of excitement and nervousness fluttered within me. Her feline-like eyes met ours, reflecting curiosity and fear. In that moment, I felt a surge of empathy, recognizing the loneliness in her gaze.
"I hate how they treat me and Bell differently simply for being from somewhere else. Maybe I can finally have a friend," I thought, my turmoil hidden beneath a determined exterior. The weight of villagers' judgment pressed upon me, but the prospect of genuine connection with Aki spurred me forward.
As Bell and I talked to Hiroshi, we became interested in his goods. "We were wondering about your wares. What do you have here?" Bell asked.
"We're very interested to know," I added.
Hiroshi gestured towards the array of goods on display. "We have silk, spices, pottery, and much more. Is there anything specific you'd like to know about?"
Bell's eyes lit up with excitement at the spices. "These are amazing! Are they from far away?"
Hiroshi nodded. "Yes, from distant lands, brought here for everyone to enjoy."
I looked at the silk with wonder. "And what about this? They're so beautiful."
Hiroshi explained, "Silk is a delicate material from the Far East. Woven with great care. A true art."
Meeting Hiroshi was like stepping into a world of wonders. The vivid hues of exotic spices and the delicate touch of silk transported me.
"Can we play with your daughter?" Bell's voice held curiosity, flicking toward Hiroshi's daughter.
I noticed Aki's hesitation. I couldn't bear to see her withdraw, imprisoned by judgment. Hiroshi encouraged her.
"Aki, it's all right if you want to play with these two " Hiroshi assured her. But Aki stayed close to him, seeking refuge in her father's presence, her trust in him acting as a shield.
I sensed the heavy weight of strange looks directed our way, a mixture of curiosity, disdain, and ignorance. The community's gaze shifted from Aki to us, their uniqueness garnering both fascination and repulsion.
"I know, dear. It's not easy, but at least there are two others here that want to play," Hiroshi offered a soothing reassurance, trying to ease the turmoil in Aki's heart.
Aki turned her gaze toward us, the only people around who hadn't directed any mean comments her way. We seemed genuine, our smiles inviting, a glimmer of kindness in a world that often lacked it. With that in mind, Aki walked toward us.
"Uh, hi, I am Aki," Aki responded tentatively, her feline ears flicking slightly, mirroring her nerves. The twins before her seemed like a glimmer of hope, a chance to escape the isolation that often accompanied her.
"Hi! My name is Bell!" Bell's enthusiasm was palpable as he introduced himself, his eyes drawn to the soft cat ears peeking from Aki's head and the elegant black tail swishing gently
"And I am Alice," I added, my voice a touch softer, my shyness apparent. It was clear to me that Aki was feeling the weight of our scrutiny. "I really want this to work. I love Bell and my grandparents, but I really want a friend. The other village girls always make fun of me."
"Do you want to play with us?" Bell asked, inviting.
"Yes, can we?" I chimed in, my voice carrying a note of quiet excitement.
"Sure, what do you want to do?" Aki asked tentatively, curious and nervous.
"Oh, we can go explore a nearby cave. It's our secret hideout," I proposed.
"Okay. That sounds like fun," Aki replied, seeking approval from her parents.
"Great, then let's get going, Aki," I said, extending my hand. Bell mirrored the gesture. Aki hesitated for a moment before taking our hands, her heartwarming at the prospect of new friends. Aki tentatively takes both our hands, and we take off running with Aki right behind us.
The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the trio of newfound friends. Bell and I, our identical features a testament to our twinship, stood with outstretched hands, waiting for Aki to bridge the gap between us. As we reached out to her, the anticipation of adventure tingled in the air.
"Great, then let's get going, Aki," I said, my voice filled with happiness. Bell mirrored my gesture. Together, we formed a chain of connections.
Aki's heart soared. She wasn't alone anymore. She finally had friends.
"Come on, Aki!" Bell exclaimed, his voice laced with enthusiasm. Aki couldn't help but giggle.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Aki replied, her voice filled with newfound lightness.
As we dashed across the meadow, the world around us blurred into vibrant colors and the melody of rustling leaves and birdsong. My breath came in short gasps, the exhilaration mingling with the racing beat of my heart. The meadow unfolded like a canvas painted with the hues of a summer day. Bell and I led Aki towards the forest. The forest embraced us as we stepped through the living curtain of ancient branches.
"Is that the hideout?" Aki inquired, her voice a soft purr of curiosity.
"Not quite; our hideout is inside the hollow there. There's a cave behind the branches," I replied, lacing my words with a sense of shared adventure. Aki nodded in understanding; her feline eyes gleaming with anticipation.
As we continued, the rain steadily intensified, casting a soothing patter of droplets upon the leaves. Aki's keen eyes noticed a gap in the branches above, offering a natural overhang and shelter. We guided her closer to the heart of the secret hideout.
Then we stopped by what appeared to be part of the rock wall, and with a shared effort, we revealed a dark cavern within. Magic lamps cast an inviting glow, beckoning the trio forward. Bell and I led the way, our shadows dancing on the uneven walls. Aki followed closely, her heart racing with excitement and gratitude.
"We found it when we were exploring last year," I explained with nostalgia. "We made it into a hideout to get away from the world and some of the meaner villagers." Aki gazed around the cozy cave, touched by our gesture.
"Thank you, both of you," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine warmth. Tears welled in Aki's eyes, her cheeks mirroring the glistening trails of her emotions. Bell and I turned to our new friend, expressions filled with empathy.
I saw Aki's cat-like ears, once alert and perky, now lay flat against her head, a silent gesture of vulnerability. Her once-playful tail drooped and curled between her legs, as if trying to shield itself from the world. Bell and I shared a somber frown and waited patiently, our hearts heavy with concern, giving Aki the space to express the pain that had long weighed on her soul. After wiping away her tears, Aki begin to speak, her voice quivering under the weight of her past.
"I-I was taunted and bullied in different villages because I am an animal person," Aki confessed, her voice carrying the echoes of a lifetime of hurt. "I haven't been able to make many friends because we are always moving."
"Aki, it's okay. We're not like those bullies," I offered kindly. "Those people are just...ignorant. I think your ears and tails are really cool," I reassured her. Bell took Aki's hand in a comforting gesture.
"Don't listen to them. They don't know what they're saying," I added reassuringly.
"And if they can't accept you, then you've got us," Bell chimed in, forging a connection of unwavering friendship.
Bell and I looked at Aki, our faces radiant with the sincerity of our words. Aki hesitated for a moment, her emotions still raw, but a sense of warmth and acceptance began to seep into her heart.
Once settled down, we read hero stories for hours until it was time to go home. The warmth of newfound friendship wrapped around me like a comforting blanket.
'I am so happy that I finally made a friend,' I thought, my heart swelling with joy.
"Now we play! I vote we play Hero Stories," I chirped excitedly
"Hero Stories?" Aki asked, her curiosity evident in the arch of her brow.
"Yep," I replied with infectious enthusiasm, "Bell and I love Hero stories, so Grandpa wrote a whole bunch of books for us. I vote we make our own play!"
"I like that idea," Aki responded, her voice carrying a note of genuine interest.
"Hero stories are always fun," Bell chimed in, his eyes alight with the prospect of our make-believe adventure.
I couldn't contain my excitement as I delved into the plan, my words a cascade of enthusiasm. "I say we play the Argonaut! Bell will be Argo. I will be Argo's awesome and amazing Sister Feena. And Aki can be the princess that Bell rescues!"
Bell, sighed theatrically. "You always want me to be Argo," he remarked with a hint of mock protest.
My smug grin was quick to follow. "Hehehe, of course, Bell. You are just as goofy as the Argo in the story."
"I am not," Bell protested.
"Are too," I countered with a playful wink, the banter between us as familiar and comfortable as our shared laughter.
"Am not," Bell retorted with a mock glare, playfully mimicking my earlier teasing.
"Are too," I fired back with my usual, infectious smile, my laughter filling the cave with a sense of joy.
With an exaggerated sigh, Bell accepted his role as Argo, knowing that in my stories, the hero often embarked on adventures filled with quirks and antics.
"Alright, then. Let's get started," I declared, my eyes gleaming with excitement as I took my place in the emerging tale.
Aki watched our interaction with amusement and affection, grateful for the newfound camaraderie that had bloomed in this magical hideout. The stage was set for our hero story, and the cave resonated with the lively atmosphere of our imagination, where the lines between fiction and reality blurred, and the world of storytelling came alive.
As the hours ticked away, we continued our journey into the tale of the long-ago Hero Argonaut. The story, like an old friend, carried us through mythical realms, daring quests, and the promise of grand adventures. In the heart of our secret hideout, the cave walls seemed to recede, making way for the vivid landscapes of Argonaut. The we became the heroes of their own narrative, their imaginations taking flight.
The flickering light of the magic lamps cast dynamic shadows on the rocky walls, adding a layer of enchantment to our make-believe world. Aki, Bell, and I were fully immersed in the hero story, our voices echoing through the cavern as we navigated the twists and turns of the narrative.
Aki, once reserved, had blossomed into an active participant, her eyes alight with the excitement of our shared adventure. Bell, embodying the quirky Argo, injected humor into the tale, his infectious laughter ringing in the cave.
As we wove our way through the hero story, I stole glances at Aki, noting the sparkle in her eyes and the genuine smiles that adorned her face. It was a far cry from the hesitant, guarded demeanor she had initially displayed. Our shared narrative had become a bridge, connecting us in a realm where differences faded, and the strength of our bond became the focal point.
Even though we wanted to continue the story, the rays of the setting sun began to cast long shadows within the cave, reminding us of the approaching nightfall. The knowledge that our guardians would start to worry about our absence would weigh on their minds.
With a collective sigh, we acknowledged that it was time to conclude the story, at least for now. Aki's mention of returning home was met with a shared sense of responsibility.
"Hey, Aki," I said, my voice gentle and inviting, "you should ask your parents to let you stay at our farm tonight. We'll talk to Grandpa and Grandma. That way, we can keep reading the story together."
Aki hesitated, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. The idea of spending the night at her new friends' farm was both exciting and a little nerve-wracking.
Bell and I, however, were quick to offer our unwavering support. We nodded vigorously, our smiles warm and reassuring. Aki, encouraged by our enthusiasm, found herself nodding along with us. The trio, bound by friendship and the shared world of Argonaut, began to make their way out of the cave and back to the village, where our adventure would continue beyond the pages of the book.
However, our peaceful walk was abruptly interrupted as a group of a half-dozen village children approached. Among them, four were boys, and two were girls, all larger in size than Bell, Aki, and me. These children, aged between eight and ten, had an air of bravado that often came from being part of a tight-knit village community. . They harbored hostility towards Aki and wasted no time in revealing their cruel intentions.
As the group closed in, two of the older village children, not wielding weapons but sporting intimidating glares, seemed to be the instigators. They harbored hostility towards Aki and wasted no time in revealing their cruel intentions.
"Let's teach this freak a lesson so she doesn't come back," one of the boys sneered. A menacing smirk played on the other boys' lips.
"Well, look here!" he announced as his group caught up to us. Me and Bell immediately sensed trouble and prepared to flee if necessary. The rest of the village children formed a tight circle around us, effectively cutting off any escape route. Bell and I, however, weren't about to let the insults slide.
"Looks like your parents haven't taught you manners," I retorted, my tone defiant.
The other village children chimed in, their voices dripping with arrogance.
"We already proved that we can deal with you," one of them declared, standing tall. "Yeah, and there are five of us and just two of you that can fight. That sickly freak can't do anything."
Bell as he stepped forward, his eyes narrowing into a glare. "Watch what you say about Alice and Aki," he warned, his voice firm and resolute.
The village children, however, remained unfazed, their expressions filled with mockery.
"Aww, look, the freak wants to fight," one of them taunted, a sneer playing on his lips.
The tension in the air crackled as the confrontation escalated, and we found ourselves facing a difficult choice: to stand our ground and defend our friends or seek a peaceful resolution. Bell's fists clenched at his sides, and he could feel the heat of anger rising within him. He glanced at me, wearing a determined expression, and at Aki, who had ears flattened against her head. We knew that we needed to handle this situation carefully. Resorting to violence was not our way, and it would only make things worse.
"Listen, we don't want any trouble," Bell said, his voice calm but firm. "We're just on our way home, and we don't need any problems. Just let us pass."
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I nodded in agreement, my eyes pleading for reason, despite my anger at their treatment of Aki. "Please, let us go. We don't want any trouble either."
The leader of the bullies, a tall and burly boy with a mean glint in his eyes, sneered at the. "You freaks can leave if you want," he spat, his words dripping with disdain, "but we have to teach the outsider a lesson first."
"This isn't worth it, guys," Aki whispered, turning to walk away. But before she could take a step, a village boy violently yanked Aki's tail.
Aki's eyes widened, pupils dilating to tiny pinpricks, as her entire body stiffened. A guttural, involuntary yowl of pain and surprise escaped her lips, a sound that seemed to transcend language, a raw expression of anguish.
I saw every muscle in Aki's body tensed, and her back arched as she attempted to twist away from the tormenting grip, her movements jerky and uncoordinated, like a cat struggling to free itself from an unseen aggressor. A surge of adrenaline coursed through me, as my heart started pounding furiously in response to her acute distress. I felt a deep-seated rage overtake me.
The tail and ears of animal people are incredibly sensitive and private. It is considered an unspoken rule that they should only be touched by either one's partner or family. For anyone else to touch them is considered a taboo of the highest order. Grabbing the tail of any animal person is not something that you should do, but before I could do anything, Bell reacted and punched the kid in the face.
Bell's fist connected with a satisfying thud, and the boy recoiled, releasing Aki's tail. The sudden absence of pain seemed to snap her out of the momentary paralysis, and she stumbled back, her hand instinctively reaching to cradle her tail.
The village boy clutched his nose, blood seeping through his fingers. The confrontation had escalated, and the air crackled with tension. The other village children, previously confident and arrogant, hesitated, exchanging uncertain glances.
Aki, still recovering from the pain, looked at Bell with a mix of gratitude and surprise. I could see the storm in his eyes, a mixture of protective anger and frustration at the senseless cruelty they had just witnessed.
"I warned you," Bell said, his voice low and menacing. "Touch her again, and you'll regret it."
The atmosphere shifted, and the village children, realizing the severity of the situation, reluctantly stepped back. The incident had cast a pall over the once vibrant day, leaving a bitter taste in its wake.
'We had to fight the children after that. I hated everything about it. Kicking that boy, though, felt like he got what was coming to him. It was so stupid. I don't care anymore about this stupid village.'
In the aftermath of the scuffle, the air hung heavy with tension. Bell stood protectively by Aki, his fists clenched, a silent promise echoing in the shadows of his eyes. Aki, still recovering from the pain, clutched her tail, her eyes reflecting a mix of vulnerability and gratitude.
The other village children, their bravado shattered, retreated, casting wary glances back at us. The setting sun painted the scene in hues of orange and red, casting long shadows that seemed to mirror the lingering unease.
I felt a knot in my stomach, a cocktail of anger, frustration, and a growing detachment from the village that had once been our home. The setting sun cast long shadows, mirroring the internal conflict we carried.
'I was happy that we protected Aki, but everything else just left me feeling sad that it came to fighting." I thought after the fight'
The victory against the village children had a bitter aftertaste. As we walked away, the weight of disappointment settled on my shoulders. Aki's eyes mirrored the pain that had become all too familiar. The time of joy in the cave now felt like a distant memory. As we began to walk away from the village, I couldn't shake the feeling that something irrevocable had changed within us. The bonds that tied us to this place were unraveling.
The setting sun painted the horizon in a fiery glow, casting long shadows across the landscape. It was a painful realization that the place we once called home had become a battleground. The journey back to the farm felt longer than usual, each step echoing with the echoes of our shattered perceptions. The cave, once a sanctuary, now seemed like a distant memory. Bell ended up having to carry Aki and she fell asleep on his back.
"Her sleeping face is adorable" I thought as I giggled as we made our way back to the farm.
Scene Between the Harvest Festival and the Spring Festival (Normal POV)
The village field, once a tranquil expanse of swaying wheat, now bore witness to a tempest of emotions. Laughter, the carefree melody of childhood, transformed into a mocking tone as a group of children circled around Alice. One child, a malicious grin stretching across his face, pointed a finger at Alice and uttered words that hung heavy in the air.
"Look at her," he sneered, "She's so weak and fragile. I bet she won't last another week."
The declaration caused the derisive snort from others. Another child, his voice sharp spoke
"Why are you such a freak?" he taunted,
Alice, the epicenter of this sudden tempest, tried to maintain a facade of indifference. Her eyes, however, betrayed the turmoil within. The taunts found their mark, and tears welled up in her eyes, causing them to shimmer. As Alice struggled to maintain her composure, the cruelty of the other children clawed at her, slowly whittling away her esteem. Amidst the taunting voices, the field transformed into a battlefield of adolescent cruelty. The air buzzed with malice, a venomous atmosphere that seeped into the very core of her being.
Her eyes, once bright with confidence, now flickered with vulnerability. The weight of exclusion hung heavy around her. The sharp echo of mocking laughter reverberated. Alice's heart pounded in her chest, each derisive chuckle a painful reminder of the shattered bonds of friendship. The world that she thought she had navigated with Aki as her shield now seemed like a hostile territory, every step laden with the threat of ridicule. She clung to the memory of laughter shared with Aki, a lifeline in the tumultuous sea of rejection and cruelty.
She longed to run, to flee from the relentless torment that echoed in her ears, but there was no sanctuary to be found. Nowhere to hide from the pointed accusations and cruel laughter that wrapped around her like a suffocating shroud.
The bullies, relentless in their pursuit of cruelty, continued to hound her, never giving her a moment's rest. The air buzzed with malice, and the weight of their words hung heavy around her.
"Stop it! Don't say things like that about my sister!" Bell's words rang out, a declaration of solidarity that resonated in the air. His gaze, a mixture of anger and frustration, bore into the bullies with a fierce intensity.
"Don't talk about us like you know anything." Bell's retorted
"I mean, look at the girl. She is sickly all the time. I bet her father left her hoping she would di—"
The malicious words hung in the air, a poisonous mist that threatened to envelop Alice. But before the venom could fully take hold, a resounding crunch shattered the taunting silence. Bell's fist collided with the boy's face, a forceful rebuttal that sent him sprawling onto the unforgiving ground.
The impact echoed through the air, a sudden burst of violence that rippled through the onlookers. The boy lay there, dazed and confused, blood trickling from his nose a testament to the consequences of his cruel words. He blinked at the world; the shock evident in his eyes as he tried to make sense of the abrupt turn of events.
Bell stood towering over him with fury. His expression, a mixture of anger and protectiveness, cast a long shadow over the fallen tormentor. The evening sun cast long shadows, elongating the outline of his frame. His jaw clenched, muscles taut with the residue of anger and protectiveness.
The fallen tormentor lay sprawled on the ground, a broken marionette. Blood oozed from his nose, staining the dust beneath him. The field, once a canvas of cruel taunts, now bore witness to the aftermath of a storm—a tableau of aggression and consequences.
The air, thick with the resonance of the preceding violence, crackled with an unspoken tension. Bell's gaze, a piercing stare of warning, bore into the fallen boy. Bell's voice, a low growl of fury, cut through the stillness:
"NOT ANOTHER WORD. Or I will hit you again."
The threat lingered in the charged atmosphere, a palpable warning that hung between the twin siblings and the subdued tormentor. The onlookers, caught in the crossfire of aggression and consequence, hesitated in the eerie silence that followed.
"Bell! " Alice's cry pierced the air, a desperate plea that echoed with both concern and anguish. "You don't need to hurt them! You shouldn't lash out like that."
Bell turned to face her, a storm of conflicting emotions swirling in his eyes. "I have to, Alice. They're hurting you. If I don't do something, they'll never stop. They'll just keep doing it, over and over, until you break."
Alice shook her head, her vulnerability laid bare. "No! I can handle them. I don't want you getting hurt too. Please, just leave them alone. Let me take care of it myself. I can deal with it, I promise. This isn't like with Aki."
Bell's internal struggle was evident, as emotions raged beneath the surface. He hesitated, torn between the desire to protect Alice and the fear of causing her more pain. His gaze softened as he met her tearful eyes, the weight of responsibility heavy on his shoulders.
As Alice grabbed his arm, attempting to pull him away from the confrontation, the world around them shifted. They were immediately surrounded by the gang of town kids, a wall of hostility closing in. Bell's internal conflict heightened, the tension in the air escalating as the onlookers braced for the next chapter in the unfolding drama.
"I am going to get you," the leader of the gang declared, the promise of revenge dripping from his words. In a sudden blur of movement, he lunged at Bell, the atmosphere exploding into chaos.
Bell's punches and kicks sliced through the air, desperation fueling his movements as he attempted to fend off the relentless attackers. But it was futile. The attackers, pressed on using sheer numbers to their advantage, and soon Bell was overwhelmed.
"Alice!" Bell's desperate shout cut through the maelstrom of blows as he was pulled down to the unforgiving ground. He fought against the hands that held him, limbs thrashing in a futile attempt to break free.
"How's this?" the leader sneered as he delivered a punishing blow to Bell's ribs. "I think you should be sorry for punching me in the face earlier."
Bell winced, the pain radiating through his body. His inner thoughts churned with frustration and a burning desire to protect his sister, but the overwhelming force of the bullies kept him restrained.
"Get off of him!" Alice's scream sliced through the air, a plea that carried the weight of a sister's love.
"Like hell," one of the other children taunted
"No!" Bell roared, summoning every ounce of strength as he pushed one of the bullies away. His attempts to break free were futile; the children were too strong, forcing him onto unforgiving ground.
"Please don't hurt my brother!" Alice's tearful plea rang out, her eyes wide with fear. She was a helpless spectator, forced to watch her brother endure a brutal onslaught.
"Bell!" she cried out, her voice a symphony of desperation. Her fingers reached out, but before she could bridge the distance, she, too, became a victim of the onslaught.
Bell, still struggling beneath the weight of his tormentors, managed to call out to his sister amidst the chaos. "Run, Alice! Don't stop for me! Run as fast as you can!"
The village children, fueled by their cruelty and a desire for revenge against the twins. A callous voice among them sneered, "Somebody get the freak too."
Alice, now the target of their vicious intent, felt a surge of adrenaline. But before she could move Several of the village girls surged towards her with a ferocity that mirrored the aggression against Bell., fueled by anger and hate, seized Alice and held her in place.
Panic knotted Bell's stomach. He tried desperately to intervene, break free and slow down the approaching onslaught, but their numbers were overwhelming, a relentless tide closing in on his twin. Bell, still struggling against his captors, locked eyes with his twin, a silent plea for understanding passing between them. His attempts to break free became more desperate. The children surrounding him, faces twisted with rage. Each blow they landed on Bell reverberated through the air.
The setting sun cast long shadows over the grim tableau, a stark contrast to the once vibrant colors of the playground. The atmosphere, once charged with tension, now shifted to one of brutality and despair. Alice's cries for her brother, Bell's struggle against his assailants, and the twisted satisfaction on the faces of the attackers painted a chilling portrait. As the violence unfolded, the scene marked a grim chapter for Alice and Bell.
Despite Bell's valiant efforts, there were simply too many of the village boys holding him down. The girls tackled Alice to the ground. The clash of bodies against the dust marked the beginning of a more personal form of torment.
"HEY, do you remember me, freak?" The lead girl sneered. Her eyes bore into Alice. The memories of a broken nose resurfaced, a wound not just physical but etched into the very fabric of their shared history.
"You broke my nose defending that animal," she continued, the emphasis on each word carrying the weight of resentment. Her lips curved into a malicious smile as she spat on Alice.
"Suits you better now you are as ugly on the outside as you are inside," Alice retorted, her voice defiant despite the struggle against the relentless grip of her assailants.
"YOU STUPID Little freak." The girl spat, venom lacing every word, as her sharp features contorted with anger and a predatory glint raged in her eyes. Her followers closed in around Alice.
With a swift motion, the lead girl's hand arced through the air, connecting with Alice's face in a resounding slap. The impact left a red welt in its wake. Alice staggered, the taste of copper on her tongue, but her eyes glistened with a mix of pain and defiance, as she fixed her tormentor with a glare of defiance.
"So, how I am going to get back at you. Let's see," the lead girl declared, her words carrying the weight of vindictive intent. She continued to slap Alice across the face, each blow punctuating the escalating torment. "Ahhh, I know. How about I cut your filthy white hair."
"NO!" Alice retorted, defiance mingling with fear in her voice.
"WELL, looks like I know how to get even now. Hold her down for me, girls, while I find something to cut her hair with," the lead girl ordered, a glint in her eyes as she scanned the surroundings and found a shed on the other side of the field.
The rest of the village girls pounced on Alice, their hands cruelly holding her down while simultaneously pinching and tormenting her. As the village girls held her down, their actions went beyond mere restraint. They tormented her with a relentless barrage of pinches, their fingers digging into the tender flesh of her arms and sides. The air echoed with Alice's screams, a desperate plea for release from the onslaught.
The hood of Alice's coat was violently pulled off, revealing her long white hair. The village girls' laughter grew louder, a cacophony of mockery, as several of girls yanked Alice's hair. Each one pulling in a different direction as Alice's head is jerked back and forth. Strands of her hair came out at the roots. She cried out in pain as the girls twisted what remained, when it didn't rip or grabbed more handfuls of her hair.
Alice's body became a canvas of suffering, convulsed with each touch, her screams reaching a pitch that seemed to scrape against the very fabric of the evening. Her emotions swirled—a tempest of pain, humiliation, and a burning desire for escape.
"GET OFF ME!" Alice's voice cracked with raw intensity.
"Not a chance, freak," one of the girls responded
"Hey, I found what I was looking for," the lead bully announced with a sinister glee, a triumphant glint in her eyes as she sprinted back with a piece of broken glass from the shed, carefully wrapped in cloth. The atmosphere crackled with sadistic anticipation.
"Make sure you hold her tight. Now to get rid of this filthy white hair," she commanded, her voice a venomous rasp that cut through the air. The village girls tightened their grip on Alice, a relentless restraint that served to amplify the terror etched on her face.
The lead bully began to cut off Alice's hair in great uneven patches. The jagged glass tore through the strands, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. Each stroke was accompanied by Alice's anguished screams, the sound a symphony of pain that reverberated through the desolate field
Alice's long white hair, once a connection to her mother, fell in tattered clumps. The sounds of Alice's anguished screams seemed to echo across the field. Each cry was a plea, not just for mercy from her tormentors but also a desperate attempt to reclaim even a single fragment of her connection to her mother that was being ruthlessly cut away. The village girls, accomplices in this heinous act, reveled in the degradation they inflicted upon Alice. Their laughter echoed through the still air.
Bell's Scene
Several of the village boys, their faces twisted with resentment from a past confrontation with Aki, sought revenge. The leader, fueled by a personal vendetta against Bell, orchestrated the brutal assault. His voice, laced with malice, cut through the air, "This is payback for what did to us before!"
The first blow landed, a forceful punch that connected with Bell's jaw, snapping his head to the side. Bell endured the onslaught with gritted teeth as emotions surged within Bell—an initial shock, a surge of pain, and an undercurrent of frustration at the unfairness of the situation. Each impact painted a brutal picture, the sound of fists meeting flesh punctuating the air like a grim percussion.
The bullies circled Bell like vultures. Their varied dialogue tags ranged from taunts to jeers, a cacophony of cruelty that echoed through the silent expanse.
"Thought you were tough, huh?" one sneered, while others laughed.
"Stop! Not my hair" Alice's voice, a desperate plea, cut through the chaos. Her eyes wide with horror, she tried to push the bully back from cutting her hair as she remained pinned to the ground. The setting sun cast a surreal glow over her, transforming her tear-streaked face into a haunting portrait of anguish.
"What's this little freak going to do?" one of them sneered, contempt in his eyes.
With a speed that surprised even himself, Bell delivered a quick, targeted kick to one of the tormentors. The boy recoiled with a yelp, caught off guard by the sudden retaliation. The second tormentor, momentarily stunned by the unexpected counterattack, faltered. This distraction was all that Bell needed. Summoning the last reserves of his strength, he broke free from the clutches of his assailants.
In a sprint fueled by adrenaline, Bell closed the distance to Alice. His inner thoughts raced alongside his pounding footsteps—a cacophony of worry, determination, and anger.
Bell violently shoved one the bullies knocking them off balance and sending the girl sprawling, her body colliding with the others, creating a chaotic cascade of tumbling tormentors.
Alice, wide-eyed with a mix of relief and fear, looked up as Bell reached her side. The setting atmosphere, fraught with tension and defiance, bore witness to a brother's unyielding determination to shield his sister from further torment.
"What the hell?" one of the tormentors shouted, his voice carrying a note of disbelief.
Bell, with a protective instinct that eclipsed his own pain, grabbed Alice's hand. "Come on, we need to go," he urged, his words a solemn vow to shield her from further torment.
"Not so fast," one of the bullies called out
Despite the force of Bell's charge, the situation escalated as more tormentors regrouped. Some had been knocked down by the impact, but a faction of the bullies had positioned themselves, surrounding both Bell and Alice. The field, once wide open, had transformed into a claustrophobic arena with the village children closing in from all sides.
"Looks like you two can't escape this time," one of the tormentors sneered, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.
"I am not nearly done with that little freak," One of the girls said
Alice, wide-eyed and terrified, clutched Bell's hand. Her emotions mirrored the turmoil of her brother's thoughts. The air, thick with the resonance of impending violence, bore witness to the siblings' vulnerability in the face of a relentless adversary.
"Get them," one of the bullies called, his voice a sinister command that echoed through the encroaching darkness.
"Thought you could escape, huh?" sneered a girl with a twisted grin, her words dripping with disdain as she closed in.
"Time to pay for what you did earlier, freaks," another bully jeered, the menace in his voice revealing a festering grudge.
Bell, gripping Alice tighter, felt the weight of impending violence pressing down on them. He gritted his teeth, his inner thoughts a silent vow to shield his sister at all costs. The air, thick with the anticipation of aggression, hung heavy over the siblings.
As the bullies closed in, their taunts became a cacophony of threats and taunts.
"Nobody's coming to save you now!" spat a tormentor, relishing the moment.
Alice, wide-eyed and vulnerable, clutched onto Bell, who whispered to Alice, "Hold on tight, sis. We'll get through this together."
But the bullies, their taunts now escalating to a fever pitch of aggression, descended upon the siblings. The rhythmic flow of time, once charged with defiance, now became a brutal symphony of blows and jeers.
With a swift and protective motion, he wrapped Alice in his arms, his muscles aching from the previous onslaught, but his resolve unbroken.
The siblings descended to the ground. Their huddled form, a desperate attempt to shield each other from the storm of violence. Bell, though battered and bruised, held onto Alice as if his embrace alone could ward off the brutality that threatened to engulf them.
As the bullies advanced, their faces distorted by cruel satisfaction, Bell's gaze locked with Alice's. There was a silent exchange, a shared acknowledgment of the danger they faced, Bell's desperation contrasting with Alice's silent plea for protection.
In a desperate attempt to shield her from the oncoming blows, Bell pulled the hood of Alice's coat up. As if the fabric could offer even a flimsy barrier against the harsh reality they confronted. Bell's protective embrace enveloped Alice. Alice, tucked into the protectiction of her brother's embrace, felt the tremors that coursed through his body. The bullies closed in, Bell's muscles tensed, his jaw clenching in anticipation.
The first blow landed, and Bell instinctively tightened his hold around Alice. The impact reverberated through his body, a jolt of pain mingling with his determination to shield her. Character reactions unfolded like a carefully choreographed dance—the bullies' cruel laughter, Alice's muffled gasp, and Bell's grunts of pain.
Within the shelter of Bell's arms, Alice's emotions surged. Fear clawed at her insides, threatening to consume her. A storm of anxiety and helplessness that raged beneath the surface.
Her breaths came in uneven gasps, the rhythm disrupted by the drumbeat of violence echoing around them. She clung to Bell, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as if holding onto him could anchor her in the midst of the turmoil.
As the blows continued to rain down, each strike on Bell felt like a direct assault on Alice's soul. She winced with every impact, the pain reverberating through their entwined bodies. Her inner thoughts, drowned out by the cacophony of brutality, pleaded for the onslaught to end, for the sanctuary of Bell's embrace to shield them from the relentless storm.
"Hang on, Alice. It will be over soon," he urged.
His determination became a lifeline, a flicker of hope in the encroaching darkness. The scene, once charged with defiance, now became a test of endurance as the blows continued, and Alice clung to her brother's embrace, weathering the storm together.
"Please, just leave us alone!" Alice's scream pierced the air. She felt the weight of each blow as if it were directed at her, a visceral connection that transcended the physical. The emotional depth intensified, becoming a whirlpool of helplessness and fingers, knotted in Bell's shirt, tightened with each strike, a physical manifestation of her desperate need to shield him from harm.
"Please stop hurting Bell!" Alice's voice trembled
"MAKE US FREAK." one of the children taunted,
FEAR
TERROR
DEATH
A horrifying presence had just arrived behind the children, a sudden hush falling over the scene as if the very air had frozen in place. Each and every one of them froze in their bullying. Slowly, as if in unison, the tormentors turned around, their collective gaze fixated on a woman of otherworldly beauty staring down at them.
Long silver hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall of moonlight, framing a face that bore the weight of untold stories. Heterochromic eyes, one piercing gray and the other a deep, mysterious green. Dressed in a flowing black gothic dress that seemed to dance with shadows, the woman stood at the edge of the field staring down the children.
The voices of the bullies, now tinged with genuine fear, revealed the shifting dynamics of power in the scene. "Who... who is she?" one of the bullies stammered, the bravado that once defined them replaced by an unspoken dread.
The air crackled with tension as the children, once so sure in their torment, now faced an uncertainty that hung thick in the atmosphere. The woman materialized out of nowhere, her entrance into the scene sending shivers down the spines of those present.
"Leave. Now."
Her voice echoed through the field; a command laced with an undisputed authority that sent shivers through the onlookers. It wasn't just a suggestion; it was an order that brooked no disobedience.
The children, caught in the crossfire of this unexpected intrusion, felt their hearts clench in terror. The sheer power behind her words reverberated, and a collective gasp escaped their lips. Fear clutched at their chests, squeezing the air from their lungs. In the blink of an eye, the other children scattered like leaves in the wind, leaving the twins alone in the presence of this stranger.
As the last echoes of fleeing footsteps faded away, the woman's gaze softened, revealing a flicker of emotion beneath the steely exterior. A mix of sorrow and determination played in the depths of her eyes.
"Auntie Alfia!" Alice's cry pierced the air.
Alice's small form moved with a blur of animated excitement as she sprinted towards the figure that awaited her. The wind whispered through the grass, carrying the scent of blooming wildflowers that danced in the gentle breeze.
Alice collided with Alfia in a burst of affection, the impact softened by the woman's tender embrace. Alfia's arms enveloped the child, and in that moment, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of them, bound by an unspoken connection that transcended the ordinary.
Bell, standing at a cautious distance, observed the heartwarming scene with a mixture of disbelief and trepidation.
"Is that really you, Auntie?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of fear, as if afraid that this moment of reunion might unravel into the fragments of a dream, a specter of the aunt he hadn't seen in years.
"Yes, Bell. It is me," Alfia responded, her voice a soothing balm that dispelled the lingering doubts. Her eyes met Bell's gaze with a reassuring sincerity.
Bell, overcome with emotion, started to sniffle, a subtle tremor betraying the emotions that welled up within him. Without hesitation, he ran to Alfia, his steps gaining confidence with each stride, until he collided with her in a heartfelt embrace. Burying his face into Alfia's bosom, Bell let the tears flow freely, a release of pent-up emotions. The texture of Alfia's embrace, a blend of softness and strength, enveloped him.
As the trio lingered in the embrace, the sun's final golden rays painted the landscape with a soft, ethereal glow. Alice, her exuberance merging with a sense of profound gratitude, looked up at Alfia with tear-glistened eyes.
"Thank you, Auntie," Alice whispered, her words carrying the weight of unspoken emotions. Alfia, in response, pressed a gentle kiss on Alice's forehead.
Bell, still nestled against Alfia's side, found comfort in the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. His sniffling subsided and a sense of belonging settled over him. Alfia gently pulled away from the embrace, holding Alice and Bell at arm's length. Her eyes, filled with a maternal affection, surveyed their faces.
"You've both grown so much," Alfia said, her voice carrying the weight of years spent apart. "It's been too long, hasn't it?"
Alice nodded, a smile playing on her lips, while Bell managed a small but heartfelt nod. The setting sun, now a mere sliver above the horizon, painted the sky in hues of pink and orange, a canvas of nature mirroring the warmth of their reunion.
With a gentle hand, Alfia wiped away the remaining tears on Alice's cheeks, her touch a soothing caress. "We have a lot to catch up on," she said, her eyes twinkling with a promise. "But for now, let's enjoy this moment."
Alfia's gaze drifted to the ground, a kaleidoscope of emotions playing across her features. The softening of her expression hinted at a well of regret that ran deep.
"I am so sorry, my children. I should have been here sooner. I will do whatever it takes to make sure nothing like this ever happens again." Alfia began, her voice a gentle current of remorse that flowed through the air. "Who is taking care of you now?"
"Grampa Zeus and Grandma Hera take care of us now," Bell replied, his words carrying a bittersweet nostalgia.
"What about your mother?" Alfia's question, soft and probing, hung in the air like a fragile thread.
Bell shook his head; "No. Mama died three years ago."
Alfia, her troubled expression, looked away as she whispered "I'm sorry,"
"It's okay. We have you now."Alice smiled up at Alfia.
Alfia hesitated for a moment, a silent conversation unfolding in her mind. With a gentle touch, she reached out, placing her hand on Alice's head. "You're both good children," she murmured, the warmth of her touch a reassurance to both of them.
Alice grinned. "We know."
Alfia reciprocated the smile, and then pulled both into a tight hug. The embrace was a sanctuary against the world's harshness.
"Come now, let us go home," Alfia suggested, her voice a beacon of comfort. "You must be tired, and I would like to get to know you both better. Besides, I need to speak with your grandparents."
"Okay! Let's go home!" Alice exclaimed happily, the words a melody of relief in the fading light.
Bell and Alice, each seizing one of Alfia's hands, initiated a journey back to the twins' dwelling. Alfia, allowed herself to be led by the children, found a strange comfort in the intertwining of their fingers.
As they approached the twins' house, Alfia's inner thoughts stirred, recalling the earlier view of Zeus. A surge of irritation tightened her jaw, but beneath the frustration, a realization took shape— that Zeus's presence meant the child of Meteria was close.
Through the walk, Bell and Alice's laughter created a melody as they strolled down the road. The setting atmosphere, now tinged with anticipation, carried the weight of the unexpected reunion.
A giant brown-haired man, his overwhelming stature casting a formidable shadow, stood by the door. The atmosphere shifted, curiosity intertwining with apprehension before recognition took hold. Bell's eyes widened as he exclaimed,
"UNCLE ZARD!"
The words echoed through the air, a revelation that rippled through the duo. Bell and Alice, released Alfia's hands, ran toward Zard. The atmosphere crackled with the reunion's electricity, the laughter of the children blending with the giant man's hearty chuckle. Zard, the uncle from their memories, enveloped them in a bear hug. As Zard ruffled their hair and exchanged heartfelt greetings, Alfia observed the scene with a softened expression
"I missed you guys," Zard says, his deep voice resonating with warmth as he effortlessly scoops up Bell and Alice in his massive arm and hugs them tightly.
Bell laughed happily, "We missed you too! How have you been?"
Alice nestled against Zard's chest, smiled as she said; "It's so good to see you again."
Zard chuckled as he spoke "It's great to be here, kid. I've missed you both so much."
Bell, grinning up at Zard, posed a curious question, enhancing the setting atmosphere with a touch of intrigue. "What brings you to the village?"
"Oh, just thought I'd check in on my favorite niece and nephew. I figured I should keep an eye on Alfia so she doesn't murder Zeus," Zard replied, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. He gently placed Bell and Alice down, their curious eyes shifting to Alfia, who regarded Zard with a dark expression.
"You're worried about me hurting Zeus?" Alfia asked, a note of incredulity lacing her words.
Zard offered a nonchalant shrug. "Well, you two don't exactly see eye-to-eye, do you? I know you were furious when you saw him earlier. I figure you were likely to blast him with your magic as soon as you see him."
Alfia rolled her eyes, dismissing the idea with a flick of her hand. "Please, I have more important things to worry about. Like these two." She cast a fond glance at Bell and Alice, who were now staring at her with wide-eyed innocence. "I WILL absolutely blast him, though, if he tries to corrupt my adorable niece and nephew."
"Come on, let's go inside," Alfia said, her hand gently resting on Alice's shoulder.
"Okay!" Bell exclaimed, a spark of excitement in his eyes as he led the way into their humble abode.
Alfia and Zard followed suit, their eyes roaming over the small, simple dwelling that held the essence of the family within its walls. The air inside was warm, filled with the scent of home-cooked meals and the faint crackle of a fireplace.
As they entered, Hera and Zeus approached the house, catching sight of Bell and Alice bringing Alfia and Zard along.
"Ah, Bell. And I see that you've met Alfia and Zard," Zeus remarked, a sly smile playing on his lips.
"Tch," Alfia scoffed, her irritation evident.
"Why are you so angry at me already!?" Zeus protested, exasperation in his voice.
"The mere sound of your voice annoys me. Stop talking," Alfia threatened, her gaze sharp and unyielding.
While Alfia clicked her tongue at Zeus, Hera observed the interaction with a fond smile. "I'm glad you came, Zard. It's been too long since we've seen you."
Zeus sighed dramatically; "If only my wife loved me as much as she loves you."
"What was that?" Hera snapped, her eyes narrowing.
Zeus raised his hands defensively. "Nothing, dear. Nothing."
Zard couldn't help but laugh at their playful banter. "You two haven't changed."
Bell and Alice looked up at Zard and Alfia, their faces radiant with happiness that their family was now complete. As the laughter and banter filled the air, the atmosphere shifted from tension to comfort. Until Hera laid eyes on the state of Bell and Alice's clothing as well as Bell's bruises.
"Bell, what happened? Why are your clothes dirty? Why do you both have bruises?" Hera's concern rang through the air, her eyes scanning Bell and Alice for any sign of injury.
"It's okay, Grandma. We're fine," Bell reassured, attempting to mask the pain etched on his face.
Hera's frown deepened. "Bell, I don't have to be a Goddess to tell that you're lying. So tell me what happened. You are both covered in dirt and dust. And you have bruises all over your arms and face. I want to know what happened."
Bell hesitated, glancing at Alice before meeting Hera's unwavering gaze. "We... we got into a fight, Grandma. Some kids from the village were bullying Alice, and I just couldn't stand there. We fought back."
Hera's eyes softened with a mixture of pride and worry. "You fought for each other," she whispered, a touch of sadness lacing her words. "But you shouldn't have had to."
Bell nodded, the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders. His thoughts of regret and frustration churned within him.
"I'm sorry, Grandma," Alice added, her voice quiet but filled with determination. "We didn't want to worry you."
Hera sighed, a complex blend of emotions swirling in her eyes. "You don't have to shoulder everything alone. You're my grandchildren, and I'll always be here for you. Now take off your coats so I can get a look at your injuries."
The twins obeyed, shedding their outer layers to reveal a canvas of black and blue skin. The room's warm, dim light cast a revealing glow on Bell's battered form. His skin, once smooth and untouched, now bore the scars of a battle fought with the village children.
Cuts, like angry red whispers, crisscrossed his arms. Each bruise painted a vivid story of defiance and courage, the colors morphing from the initial angry reds to sickly purples and deep blues. There was not an inch of unblemished skin on Bell. The room's atmosphere shifted, the air thickening with an unspoken understanding of the brutality they had endured.
Hera's eyes, usually warm with love, turned cold as her gaze swept over the vivid tapestry of pain that adorned her grandson. The lines on her face deepened, etching a narrative of concern and simmering anger. Beside her, Alfia's composed demeanor cracked, revealing a flicker of unbridled rage beneath the surface.
The bruises on Bell's face formed a mosaic of suffering, his cheekbone wearing a palette of colors reminiscent of a dark and brooding sunset. The bridge of his nose bore the shadowy imprint of a forceful impact.
However, once Alice began to peel her coat off, the extent of the village children's savagery was revealed. Every inch of her delicate frame bore the marks of the relentless onslaught. Bruises painted her porcelain skin now had a plethora of hues, ranging from angry reds to deep purples.
Yet, it wasn't just the physical wounds that struck the room into silence.Alice's once long white hair hung in uneven clumps. The once-lustrous strands of her long, flowing hair, which had been a connection to her mother, were now reduced to uneven clumps, starkly contrasting against the once-pristine white. The room froze in a moment of collective horror as the remnants of her hair framed her face. The uneven lengths were a stark contrast to locks that once reached down her shoulders.
The atmosphere in the room shifted again, now charged with a different kind of anger. A simmering fury permeated the air. Alfia's rage, already running rampant, began to burn even hotter at the sight of her niece's mutilated hair.
"I see… I will give you both a potion. That will take care of the physical injuries. Alice, sweetie, I will fix your hair once you and Bell take a bath. I will make sure that it is just as pretty as it was when it was long. Now Alice go take a bath first. Bell you can go and rest in your room. I will get you once Alice is one. I will fix Alice's hair after her bath." Hera responded her tone compassionate as she hands Alice and Bell Healing potions.
"Okay, Grandma." The twins reply as the drank the potions and left do as instructed. Taking the potions, they sip the liquid, feeling its magic work to mend their wounds.
Alice, her mind still replaying the confrontation, headed to the bath to clean up. The creak of floorboards and the rustle of fabric blend into the comforting backdrop of their shared history.
The bathroom, with its pale tiles and a mirror that has witnessed countless moments, invites Alice to wash away the remnants of the day. The bathwater, warm against her skin, becomes a sanctuary where she seeks to cleanse not only her body but also the lingering echoes of the village's narrow judgments.
Meanwhile, Bell finds his way to his room. The bed, with its familiar quilt, offers a place to rest and reflect. His thoughts linger on the events that unfolded, the clash of emotions and his own powerlessness
In the bathroom, Alice immerses herself in the soothing water, her thoughts a tempest of conflicting emotions. The confrontation, the pain inflicted on Aki, the fight—it's all etched into her memory. The water, once clear, now mirrors the turbulence within her.
As the twins prepare to address the physical and emotional toll of the day, they fioubnd solace in the routine care offered by Hera. The healing potions, the bath, and the promise of a familiar hairstyle become anchors in the storm of emotions.
Back in the living room:
None of the adults managed to get enough control over their emotions to speak yet. The air hangs heavy with tension, the aftermath of the encounter outside still resonating within the walls of Hera's home. The first one to finally find her voice is Hera. Her usually composed demeanor is shattered, revealing the depth of her RAGE over the treatment of her grandchildren. Her eyes, usually warm with love, now blaze with a barely suppressed rage that sends shivers through the room. The very atmosphere seems to convulse in response to the Goddess's fury.
"Alfia, discipline those FUCKING welps. Make sure they never even think of hurting Bell or Alice again," Hera orders. Her voice, once a comforting melody, now took on a low, commanding growl, carrying the undertones of a power that demanded respect. The room, once a haven of Hera's love for her grandchildren, now vibrates with the weight of the Goddess's fury.
The air crackled with a palpable tension, a symphony of static echoing Hera's displeasure. Every molecule seemed to hum in discord, aligning itself with the unsettling cadence of the Goddess's anger. Even the subdued lighting, once a soft embrace, now flickered in response, casting erratic shadows that danced along the walls as if bowing to the force of Hera's emotions.
The furniture seemed to creak under the weight of the atmosphere, and the very floorboards groaned in acknowledgment of the celestial force present. The air, thick with Hera's unspoken power, vibrated with an intensity that left no doubt—the Goddess was not to be trifled with. The echoes of Hera's command lingered, an invisible imprint etched into the very fabric of the home.
"UHMP. This is one of the few times I will actually listen to you," Alfia responded calmly, her voice cutting through the charged atmosphere like a knife through silk
Overhead, the flickering light cast shadows that played upon Alfia's face, accentuating the rage etched on her features. Her eyes, pools of molten intensity, betrayed a storm of emotions within. Each step she took echoed through the room. The tension hung in the air like a heavy perfume, a potent cocktail of anticipation and danger of what was to come for those that crossed her.