Rage, pure and simple, enveloped Xander as he listened to the ancient judge ramble on about forgiveness and familial love. "... and holding grudges is never okay, it is clear to heal this family needs forgiveness." However, as was often the case, fear burned through the rage leaving him shaking. His hands shook, his skin turned cold.

Xander wanted to die.

Die rather than being forced into his father's care again.

'Please, please, please... I can't live with him again, anything but that.' Tears prickled at his eyes. The merest notion was heartbreaking for him.

"...Xander, I do believe it is in your best interest to go back to your-" And just before the Judge, a tall elderly white man with bad skin, could let down the final verdict ruining Xander's life forever, a cold wind blew across the room. Everyone froze, the lights of their eyes dimming into a faintness that Xander could recognize as almost being drugged. "...I... what was I saying. Oh, that is right. Your father was just giving up his parental rights and you were being placed into the care Elysian Academy."

"Huh?" Xander stuttered out as someone pushed the courtroom doors open and strode in with all the confidence in the world. The cold wind from before thickened, and even he felt a sort of numbness wash over him.

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She had punkish pink spikey hair, a pixyish face and the warmest of brown eyes. Her purple pantsuit left her looking powerful, professional and in charge. "Thank you, your honor, I do apologize for my lateness, traffic was terrible." She turned to Xander, winking. "I am happy all came to an agreement. Xander, come with me, sweetheart."

And he felt it, a strong magnetic pull on his muscles. He moved and followed her, out of the courtroom and down the hall. He could not stop, no matter his fear. They reached a large pink minivan, and the moment he stepped in and closed the van door, the pull faded leaving him feeling utter terror. His muscles tensed with the swelling sensation, eager to flee but something told him that would not be at all easy.

"How?"

She turned, smiling peacefully. "Name's Monroe, and I am a mage, my sweet." Her hair, the same pink as cotton candy, bled into a fine blood red." Just as you are. Now, buckle up, we freed you from your monstrous father, but now you need to find out why. So much to tell you, but remember, we are friends and family. All of us."

And then she pressed the gas, leaving him confused, terrified and utterly filled with joy.

'Whatever this is, I can't see it being as bad as living with my father... I guess... I guess I'll just have to wait and see.'

And then they drove away, away from the courthouse and towards the tunnel just down the road. Where they were headed, he had no idea, but Xander knew it was better than all he had before.

Or, at least he hoped.