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3laxx · 3 years

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In Your Dreams - Chapter 1

Looking back to Boscha, terrified, Luz saw that she was suddenly summoning a lot more balls, setting all of them on fire.

She felt her heart sinking.

Oh no.

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When a grudgby accident shows how fragile humans really are, Boscha is forced to act quickly and Amity's world shatters.

This fic takes place when Luz takes Willow's place in "Wing it like Witches" and explores an alternate ending.

In case the warnings weren't enough, here's another few:

TW blood, violence, injuries, angst, and the characters facing the possibility of death.

Now that everything is cleared up, I hope you have a lot of fun reading!

I'm excited to start creating for this fandom now! ;)

Ao3 / FF.net

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“It’s after school! Where’s the leader of your loser brigade?”, Boscha greeted Luz in full uniform, flanked by her team. Luz gulped at that but straightened her shoulders.

She had pushed Willow and Gus too hard. She had been the one to get Willow into this mess.

And she was the one to set it right again.

“I’m here on her behalf!”, she made a dramatic break, then she breathed in and propped her hands up on her hips, “We forfeit.”

The shock was visible on the whole team's faces and she could even hear Amity gasping from the sidelines. It had to go that way, Luz told herself, that was the solution to the situation she had created.

“And I’m here to tell you that I’ll take Willows place as your-”, at that she pointed on her fingers, “-water gofer, target practice, whatever you need.”

This caused a little while of silence, before Boscha’s hand sank. She looked down on the ball in her hands and for the first time, Luz heard actual respect in her voice when she spoke.

“Wow, you’re a really good friend.”, that almost made Luz feel at ease. Almost.

Because as soon as she’d said it, Boscha drew a circle and set the grudgby ball on fire. Luz gulped at the hateful smirk Boscha sent in her direction, “And a perfect target!”

The Latina gasped, her eyes widening in shock. She-… Wasn’t actually gonna do that, right?

“Think fast!”, Boscha shouted, then she aimed and threw the flaming ball at her.

Luz could just so jump to the side, grunting at the impact with the ground and the heat of the flaming ball washing over her, before watching a tree behind her falling due to the incredible force with which the young witchling had thrown the ball.

Looking back to Boscha, terrified, Luz saw that she was suddenly summoning a lot more balls, setting all of them on fire.

She felt her heart sinking.

Oh no.

She could just so escape the flaming balls by jumping up and running, yelping in fear as she did. She knew witches were magically enhanced, making them stronger and more resistant, but this was even dangerous for a witch. And her as a human?

Luz didn’t want to know what a sonic ball like the one Boscha liked to cut trees with would do to her human body.

Her memory got hazy when she started running. After a few strides across the field, she was already trying to catch her breath. Damn her cursed nerd endurance. She was never the sporty type!

Flaming and biting balls shot after her left and right when she sprinted into the other direction again, setting off various traps on the field like pillars of fire and spikes, as well as disgusting grabby arms and other, very dangerous things. Luz didn’t think she’d survive this.

She had thought that a lot of times on the Boiling Isles, and she had never actually meant it because her optimism and mostly Eda had ensured that nothing bad would happen.

But right now?

Nobody could stop Boscha. She meant every throw.

This time Luz felt real, actual fear bubbling up in her, clenching her chest and making her breaths go fast. She was doomed this time.

A ball threw her off balance and she stumbled, feeling a sharp pain rippling up her leg. Luz screamed, but she knew Boscha wasn’t taking this seriously. She wouldn’t stop.

“Boscha! B-Boscha, stop, stop, I learned my lesson!”, she tried pleading when she got back up again, trying to hobble away but some spikes blocked her way. She couldn’t run to the sides because she wasn’t fast enough. Turning, she watched Boscha light another ball on fire. In her three eyes, a certain amount of madness flashed, and Luz wondered if she actually wanted to kill her. In the background, Boscha’s teammates finally jumped to action, calling out for their friend and waving their arms while running onto the field, trying to stop her but Boscha wouldn’t.

She didn’t take Luz seriously.

“Having fun yet? Cuz I’m just getting warmed up!”

Luz ripped her arms up at the ball flying towards her. Nobody would be helping her this time.

She was all on her own and she had willingly started this. She didn’t have any glyphs on her.

This was it.

The ball hit her with such a force that she was thrown back against the spikes which had cut off her way. Her arms burned when the flames of the ball started licking on her skin, and she heard a crack when her head connected with the rocks. Her body followed and she felt her feet being ripped off the ground. The force of the blow crushed her spine against the same spike as well while her head fell forwards and she could just so blink before already losing her consciousness.

She never felt herself hitting the ground.

Boscha hesitated when the human took a hard blow. Her team stopped dead in their tracks.

She at least wanted her back on her feet, it’d be funnier to try and hit her again. A moving target was better practice anyway.

But she didn’t get back up.

The ball fell from Boscha’s hands as she shouted over to the human.

“Hey, get up! The practice isn’t over yet.”

Nothing moved.

The witchling had seen a lot of grudgby matches when growing up, and she had played in a lot herself. She knew what unconsciousness looked like. But she didn’t think the human was actually out. Anyone playing grudgby should be able to take a hit like this. It wasn’t even such a strong one. Any witch would get right back up, the human was just playing.

She huffed as stalked over, inconvenienced by this. She didn’t wanna have to be bothered by this.

When she approached, she suddenly saw red. A lot of red.

All around the human was red, a whole puddle, her hair was damp, and she wasn’t moving.

Immediately, Boscha forgot all antics, her status, and quickly strode over, reaching the human and kneeling in her blood. Her uniform was suddenly wet, but Boscha couldn’t care.

Grudgby could be a cruel sport, exactly what she liked about that.

She just hadn’t thought the human would get so badly injured by that. Human anatomy wasn’t something Boscha knew a lot about, but she decided it’d be better not to move her too much. Humans were fragile, she had heard her parents say once when she and her friends had been little and had played human. Her parents had forbidden her to play human ever again because they were weak. Degenerates.

And now she was feeling the pulse of one, her heart suddenly racing. Her pulse was there, weak but still rhythmic. This was actually scary. Boscha had never seen that much blood, all over the human’s clothes, all over her face and hair, and all over the field, a puddle of blood.

Her team now approached, just when panic bubbled up in her throat, but she suppressed it, thought tactical.

“Cat, get the healing professor, as fast as you can! Immediately!!”

Her friend turned and hexed some wings on her shoes, to fly faster. Skara kneeled next to her and wanted to turn her over but Boscha stopped her, her hands full of blood.

“Don’t do that, we might hurt her more. We have to-”

The human’s pulse was getting erratic. Paused for one, two beats, then it resurfaced again. Boscha realized they might not have the time for the professor to arrive.

Suddenly, a yelp and a scream sounded and she turned to the source. Willow, Gus, and Amity had arrived at the field’s sidelines. Willow reacted fast and covered Gus’ eyes.

Amity leaped.

“BOSCHA!!”, she screamed suddenly, furiously. Shit.

Boscha knew Amity had a crush on the human She hadn’t been subtle in hiding it. Girl had been super obvious with her tomato face.

“Amelia, stop Amity.”, Boscha instructed and returned her attention to the unconscious human while checking her pulse again, “Skara, we might need to move her over. She can’t stay face down like that. Cat should be returning with the healing professor soon.”

“BOSCHA, YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR A WITCH!!”, Amity screamed from her cage of vines that Amelia had trapped her in. Somewhere deep down, Boscha hurt at her words, but she had to stay focused right now. Amity was emotional and she’d attack her, and touch the human, maybe even try to hug or move her. They couldn’t risk it, “LEMME AT HER, AMELIA, I’LL RIP HER UP!!”

Silently, Boscha was thankful for Willow and Gus not helping Amity. Willow had sent Gus away to get something, water maybe, to keep him distracted, then she came over and sat down next to Boscha while she checked the human’s breathing by leaning down, getting her hair all wet from the blood, but she didn’t even feel that. Her breathing was shallow and uneven, her pulse fading.

“DON’T BE A FUCKING COWARD BOSCHA, FIGHT ME!!”, Amity’s voice broke at the tears forming in her eyes and the sobs bubbling up in her throat but she still pushed against the vines as hard as she could, trying to reach for Boscha who was still far away.

“We need to put her on her back, we might need to do CPR.”, Boscha instructed, her eyes squinted in concentration when she kept feeling the weakening pulse of the human, “Willow, can you make a stretcher of sorts?”

“I SWEAR, BOSCHA, I’LL MAKE YOU FEEL SO SORRY!!”

The girl from the plant track, her rival as she faintly remembered, quickly jumped to action. She created a stretcher from the ground and kicked it to break it off its roots, handing one side to Boscha while staying at Luz’s feet.

“BOSCHA, I SWEAR TO THE TITAN, I’LL KILL YOU!!”

Skara softly cupped the human’s forehead and steadied her hip, while Willow secured her legs. The team captain mirrored Skara’s hand on her forehead and wrapped her arms around the human’s shoulders, and on three, they turned her on her back. She looked awful.

Her brown skin almost looked grey and she wasn’t moving at all. Boscha once again leaned down to check her breathing. Her heart sank.

The human had stopped breathing.

“Fuck. Skara, you hold her shoulder, Willow, her legs. Make sure she doesn’t move around too much. Amelia, come here. You’ll switch with me once I get tired.”

At once, Boscha started pressing down on the human’s chest repeatedly. She didn’t know exactly where to place her hands, because she knew humans didn’t have a bile sac, so she just winged it and put her hands directly over her heart. Counting, she pushed down several times before closing the human’s nose and blowing into her mouth.

Amity only raged more at that, but Boscha didn’t even hear her anymore. The CPR took over all her senses and she went into hyper-focus. Push, push, push a few times, breathe, and again. And again.

Finally, after Boscha switching with Amelia and then back again, cat showed up with her healing professor.

He had brought the Illusions professor with him as well, for safe transport, and after assessing the situation the two of them vanished with the human in a cloud of blue. All that remained were the grudgby girls, Willow and Amity, who had sunk into herself in the vine cage Amelia had created for her, sobbing quietly.

And the big puddle of blood that the human had left here.

Boscha leaned back and fell against the spike that remained standing, against which the human had crashed when she had thrown that ball.

Fuck.

They breathed through for a moment until Willow and Boscha exchanged a gaze. They both had known Amity for a long time. If they didn’t stop her spiral now, she’d let it eat her up. For the first time, Boscha and Willow shared an opinion. They got up and walked over to the cage. Willow sank to her knees next to Amity’s curled-up position and began hugging her, then Amelia released the cage. The vines receded into the ground between Willow’s arms and Amity softly leaned against her old friend, still crying.

Boscha sat down next to them and pulled up her legs, not sure what to say. It had been her fault.

Sure, grudgby was a cruel sport and she had seen a lot of injuries already, but she hadn’t known the human was so fragile that she couldn’t take that hit. A witch would’ve been able to get back up again, to continue after that.

She wouldn’t have attacked the human as wildly if she had known. The picture of the bloodied classmate still shook her, but it was burnt into her memories now. She wouldn’t be able to shake it, ever again, and she felt like she deserved that.

Boscha wasn’t a bad witch. She had enjoyed being in charge, of course, but she had never wanted to hurt someone as badly. She hadn’t known the consequences.

“… I’m sorry…”, she finally mumbled, when the horror settled, “I’m so sorry…”

It wouldn’t bring the human back. She knew that. It wouldn’t make everything okay again.

Much to her surprise, Amity reached out and pulled on her shirt. Boscha looked up to see the puffed and swollen eyes of her friend and scooted closer. She didn’t dare to hug the Blight, but she’d be here for her. Amelia and Skara joined them in their group, as well as Cat. At some point, Gus arrived with some water and snacks for which Willow had sent him. She had figured Gus shouldn’t have to see his friend like this, when already reacting extremely to his flags being broken.

They stayed like this for a little while, until Amity had dozed off against Willow's shoulder, so they called the Blight twins to pick Amity up on the grudgby field so that the grudgby team could go home to change and wash while Willow and Gus would notify Eda.

After Amity had been picked up by her siblings and everyone else had gone home, Willow and Gus started their way down the way through the forest where Luz had always shown up for school.

Willow still hadn’t changed her clothes. Her knees and sleeves were still full of blood, even if she had scrubbed her hands and arms clean in the school.

This wasn’t gonna be easy. They knew Eda could get very protective of her apprentice, and she had almost started acting like a mother for Luz. Telling her that her apprentice was injured wouldn’t be something Willow would be looking forward to.

She nervously rubbed her arm when they got closer to the Owl House, so much so that Gus stopped her arm by touching her.

“Willow, Eda won’t be mad at us.”, he clarified. Sweet Gus.

“No, of course not. But I don’t like bringing bad news.”, she sighed, “And this is very bad news. Gus, we don’t even know if-…”

Gus remained silent, as did she when her voice died. They didn’t know, couldn’t know. What should they even say? There was an accident and now they didn’t know what had happened to Luz?

Willow sighed again when the Owl House came into view, Hooty spotting them already and swinging in to announce their arrival in his high-pitched voice. Willow and Gus flinched as Eda appeared in the doorframe in what seemed to be a grudgby jacket, making the situation all the more real.

The witch mustered them up and down, she had of course immediately noted the absence of her kid and crossed her arms. A defensive action, Willow noticed. When people were scared, uncomfortable, or caged in they often did that.

“Hey, Eda…”

“So, why didn’t you bring Luz back here? Is she in trouble?”, Eda forced a grin when they got closer, probably not having been able to identify the blood on Willow’s clothing, “Did she pull some kinda prank involving paint?”

But there was no humor or bite in her voice. Willow heard the concern and she bit her lip not to let it out yet. Not yet.

She couldn’t start crying now, because then she wouldn’t stop.

“There-… A few girls from the grudgby team gave us a hard day and Luz challenged them. There was an accident.”

Eda’s ears twitched when her face fell. She connected the dots and suddenly, she knew all too well what that kid had on her clothes. Gus comfortingly placed a hand on Willow's back while Eda felt the world swimming and her head being dizzy. That was blood.

“Mrs. Eda?”, the small one now asked, causing the older witch to look back at him, her vision out of focus, “Luz is now in the Healer’s Coven. If you wanna see her, you can go.”

Right, the Healer’s Coven was neutral ground. Eda stretched out her hand and caught Owlbert flying at her, then she got up on her staff.

“Hop on, kids, I’ll fly you home. Hooty, watch the house. King, come on, hurry up!”

They heard a scurrying sound, then some panting, and finally King appeared in the door Hooty closed behind him, just before he jumped up into Eda’s hair and looked out by her cheek.

“What are we doing? Pickpocketing?”, he asked excitedly.

“We’re visiting Luz, little guy, after flying them home.”, everyone had found a seat on her staff and she gave Owlbert a little smack, “Let’s go! They’ll explain on the way there.”

The room was dark when Eda entered. King was asleep in her hair and she carefully nestled him out, then she placed Owlbert on the wall and sat down on the lower end of the Healer’s bed, taking King into her lap.

Luz looked grey and pale in the moonlight, and so small in the sheets. She was only a child.

“Hey kid…”, Eda began, but she couldn’t make her voice work so she whispered, “… You’re such a troublemaker. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’ve got that from me.”

The witch chuckled when she reached for her hand, a little cool to the touch but alive. Very much alive.

The healers had done an exceptional job patching her up. They had been able to assure that she wouldn’t suffer any long-lasting consequences and that neither her spine nor her brain would be damaged. Softly, Eda rubbed along the back of her hand, then her gaze wandered over the injuries.

Luz’s arms were bandaged from heavy burns. She’d get some nasty scars from that.

Her face was also a little burned but not as bad as her arms. Her skull had gotten quite a beating and she had lost a lot of blood, but the healers had assured Eda it’d be fine. A bandage around her head still proved the serious injury she had suffered.

Her spine had been injured in multiple places but they could fix it again and now they just had to wait a few days until the sleeping spell wore off, to ensure that Luz wouldn’t move for a bit.

Eda got up to sit down on the sofa in the room and make it a little comfortable. She had a few long days ahead of her.

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#the owl house #toh #luz noceda #amity blight #boscha #willow park #gus porter #lumity #injury #hurt #comfort #grudgby #accident #blood #angst #fanfiction #in your dreams

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idkwhoiamanymorebutwtf · 4 years

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I feel like people see Edric and Emira being rebellious trouble makers and automatically expect them to be at least semi-supportive of their sister because of it.Their parents are going to disapprove of a lot of her actions, sure, but her siblings are mischievous kids,why on earth wouldn't they back her up? But I think we're kinda forgetting the fact that the types of rebellion Ed and Em engage in is very much different from the type of rebellion Amity does.

Ed and Em haven't been wronged much in their lives. They're rich attractive talented kids who, as their parents golden children, haven't faced parental abuse and who, as naturally gifted and wealthy kids, never really had to work for what they have. When they engage in rebellious behavior they aren't fighting against injustices, they're just kids having fun who disregard the rules because being well behaved is boring to them. This is the type of rebellion where you get drunk on the roof of your best friend's car even though you're only sixteen, if mom and dad didn't want us drinking they should have locked their liquor cabinet. The type of rebellion where you sneak out your bedroom window and only coming back past midnight. Getting lectures from your parents that you'll only appreciate years later once you've grown up and start to wonder how the hell your folks ever dealt with you without losing their minds. Where you get into shouting matches with your mom because you got caught smoking weed in your bedroom. Where your dad grounds you for a week after the third class you skipped. The type of rebellion where you shoplift video games from Gamestop or graffiti your ex girlfriends house because your parents have money and can pay bail if you're caught. They do stupid reckless shit because they're kids who's brains aren't fully developed and who were raised to be too entitled to think critically for themselves. They're rebellious trouble makers but they aren't rebelling against anything worth rebelling against, they're just dumb kids who do stupid stuff and will grow out of it when their hormones chill out and when they grow into adults who have to become responsible.

Amity is considered a rebel far less often than her siblings because she doesn't partake in your typical 'teenage rebellion' behavior like skipping class, breaking curfew, trespassing, or vandalism. But she still engages in rebellion. The type where you fight back against the people who abused you by not being like them. Where you smile at strangers and hold doors open for people and give candies to the neighborhood kids whenever you see them. Taking pleasure in doing the right thing and being a better person than your abusers were. Finding small ways to be yourself weather that be styling your hair how you want or befriending someone your parents would be disgusted by. Knowing that your family won't ever love you. Won't ever be proud of you. There are things about you that would repulse them. Things that you can't change. Even if you hide who you really are, they still won't love you, they'll just love a stupid fake image. It's the type of rebellion where you go find people who are capable of loving and respecting you. You let yourself love who you love and be who you are. The type of rebellion where you have a panic attack in the middle of class and fall into the arms of the girl you love instead of running away and hating yourself for things you can't control. Where you beg yourself to just hold on a few more years until you can get out, where you plead with yourself not to do or say something stupid because the injustices around you are becoming awfully hard to ignore, where you bite your tongue until you taste blood because it's so hard to keep your newfound fight to just yourself. She's a victim of abuse who understands how she's been hurt and fights back in small ways because she knows it isn't worth it to make a big stand. Not yet. She won't grow out of it, she'll grow into it, and it's an incredibly powerful thing.

These two very different types of rebellion don't have to support one another. We see in the show that Amity is absolutely against Ed and Em's form of rebellion. Because your typical "teenagers doing dumb things" form of rebellion is really dumb and disruptive and even upsetting sometimes. When they're causing a disturbance in the library, she's going to be annoyed because they're just causing a ruckus because they think it's fun and disturbing her in the process. That's why people tend to see Amity as a 'rule follower', because she doesn't take any pleasure in that kind of mischief and tends to find it very tiresome when her siblings act out. And of course they won't really be inclined to support her either. Best case scenario they assume she's rebelling for the same reason they are: teenage angst. They'll assume that her making steps to mend her relationship with Willow (who their parents hated) or her falling for Luz (who their parents will never approve of) or her cutting out Boscha (who she was forced to be friends with by their parents) are all done in the same spirit that Ed and Em pull their dumb pranks. Cause fuck the rules, amirite? Best case scenario they don't really understand the motives behind their sister's rebellion and only be vaguely supportive because hey, their sister's getting into trouble, that's entertaining! Worst case scenario, they do pick up on the fact that there's more to her rebellion than just "disobeying is fun" and they actively and explicitly don't support it. Ed and Em haven't been abused by their parents like their sister has been, and children in their position typically jump to their parents defense. I mean, the twins are trouble makers, they get in trouble all the time, more often than Amity, that's for sure, they'd know if there was any abuse going on, right? It's entirely possible the two outright condemn her for pushing back from their family. Cause trouble making kids who's parents love them still know their parents love them. They may be angry when mom grounds them for smoking but they typically understand that mom still loves them and is just worried. Of course kids like that wouldn't take too kindly to their parents being called abusers (no matter how true it may be). Either way I can't see the two being as openly "our parents fucking suck and abused you so we're gonna support you all the way :)))" as they are in a lot of fan content.

#the owl house #edric blight #emira blight #amity blight

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k7l4d4 · 3 years

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Midnight Striga: Fairy Tail/Owl House Cross Fic Episode 5 Part 2

Hello all, it’s me, back again with another chapter of the Midnight Striga!! I hope you all enjoy. Thank you.

“... And that’s everything I know about human anatomy.” Luz finished, as Gus eagerly wrote down her answer while the others watched in amusement. She quirked her eyebrow at the younger boy’s enthusiasm. For the past 20 minutes she’d been answering his questions as best she could, and each answer got her a huge grin, a bear hug at one point, and frantic scribbling across a notebook he had produced. It was like having a little brother, really, but less annoying… for now.

Clearing her throat, Willow decided to broach a topic that had been on her mind since they started this trip. “So, Miss Owl Lady, is it true that you’re cursed?” Willow carefully asked.

“Yup.” Eda bluntly replied. “One hundred percent.” She shrugged, unbothered by the question. “Not much I can really do about it, but I’ve learned to live with it.”

“So the legend is TRUE!?” Gus exclaimed, eyes wide with shock, and a little excitement.

Eda snorted. “Not hardly.” At the confused looks she got, even from King and Luz, Eda elaborated. “The general idea is right, but the whole thing is skewed.” Eda paused, glancing up at the sky. “I don’t know where the part about the Covens clambering for me in school came from, ‘cause it’s the first I’ve heard of that, unless they’re talking about the times they ambushed me to join at the early Coventions; that honestly just annoyed me, and it’s partially why I don’t like the things. If I’m gonna make a decision like that, it’ll be by myself, thank you!” She huffed, getting soft snorts from the others.

Grinning at her audience, Eda continued. “As for the whole ‘ego’ thing, I was already well-known troublemaker around Bonesburough, so even if it did go to my head, my behavior wouldn’t have changed at all.” This got nods of agreement from Luz and King, and looks of dawning understanding for Willow and Gus. Knowing what she would have to share next, Eda took a deep breath. “For my curse, I can tell you for fact that it wasn’t the Titan, or whatever cockamamy story the EC spread; a Witch cursed me. Specifically, they broke into my room and cursed me the day before try-outs for the Emperor’s Coven.” She said softly, provoking gasps from the group; shock from Willow and Gus, and outrage from her roommates, something that brought a smile to her face. Clearing her throat, she continued. “As for me denouncing the Coven System,” she said, making air-quotes, “All I did was say that Covens weren’t for me and forfeited my match for a spot in the EC.” She finished, gaining bewildered stares from the two Hexside Students.

“You gave up a spot in the Emperor’s Coven?” Willow breathed out, unsure if she was appalled or impressed.

“Why!?” Gus exclaimed, utterly flabbergasted by Eda’s decision.

Eda shrugged, indifferent to their confusion, but willing to explain. “Because I only cared about joining so I wouldn’t have to have any of my magic sealed. Plus,” She sheepishly rubbed her head, blushing lightly in embarrassment. “The other person actually cared about joining the Coven to help people. I could get the same outcome I wanted by not joining a Coven at all, but they wanted to make the world a better place. I’d say I made the right call.” She finished.

Willow and Gus were amazed. They still couldn’t really wrap their heads around her worldview, but the fact that she was willing to give up such a prestigious position that would’ve given her exactly what she wanted because her opponent had more selfless reasons… It was inspiring. King was bewildered; Eda’s motive for forfeiting went completely over his head, as he just couldn’t understand giving up power so someone else could get it, but he perfectly understood her view of being herself, no one could challenge the mind of the King of Demons. Luz… Luz was shocked, face gone white at what Eda had just said.

“Okay, wait a minute, back up. What did you mean, ‘seal your magic?’” Luz demanded, shaking with barely repressed anger.

Eda blinked. “Uh, I did tell you that joining a Coven means you can only use magic associated with it.” She pointed out. She was honestly a little shocked about how viscerally the kid was reacting, with Willow and Gus actually looking a little frightened at her reaction.

“You told me that, yes, but you didn’t tell me they actually made it IMPOSSIBLE!!” She shouted. She was furious. She had already thought the system here was pretty twisted, but this was beyond the pale.

“Well, how does the Human Realm do things?” Willow broached, hoping to change the subject. Gus nodded his agreement to her question, though more as a result of genuine curiosity. Eda herself was a little curious; the kid had mentioned offhandedly that the way the Boiling Isles did things was very different from back home, but never elaborated.

Luz snorted, feeling bitter. “That’s an understatement.” She inhaled, taking a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. Slowly dragging a hand down her face, she elaborated. “Back home, we have Guilds. Guilds basically act as a way for Mages to get work reliably; as part of a Guild, missions and requests are sent in, which a member can take to complete in exchange for a listed reward. Joining a Guild is neither permanent nor mandatory, it’s just a way to make things more convenient for Mages, that’s all.” She raised her head, looking them all in the eye. “Also, being in a Guild has no bearing on what type of magic you can use or know; while some Guilds may have certain requirements for joining, they are rarely, if ever, connected to what type of magic you know.”

“But how do you keep everything from falling to Chaos!” Gus exclaimed, mind whirling at the influx of information.

Luz shot him a flat look. “It’s not anarchy; we do have an overarching organization that deals with magic-related matters and crimes, but we don’t have anything cementing an absolute structure to things. If you break the law, whether you do so using magic or not, you still have to answer to law enforcement and will be punished. There’s just no reason to suppress or control magic to such an extent. Most people, whether they have magic or not, just want to live their lives, so forcing them into a particular system or group makes no sense.”

“But what about people mixing magic?” Willow asked.

Luz blinked. “What about it? It’s no different from using magic any other way.” She shrugged, not seeing the big deal.

“Well, some kids at school tried mixing magic, and caused chaos! They trashed a bunch of stuff and hurt some of the faculty!” Gus argued.

Luz raised an eyebrow, folding her arms. “And that’s different from any other day, how exactly?” She challenged, causing the two to blink. She continued. “The way you phrased it, they were being reckless; that’s a problem regardless of whether you know or are combining forms of magic. It honestly just sounds like they were trying to show off and went too far.”

“B-But, they wouldn’t have had those problems if they stuck with the magic of their track!” Willow insisted, though she would admit that it sounded fake, even to herself.

“And you know that how exactly?” Luz asked. When Willow clammed up, she added a little more. “Accidents happen, and people get hurt. Those exact same things had to have happened when your people first started practicing the magics that would form the Coven System.” As Willow and Gus seemed to fold in on themselves, Luz relented a little. “Look guys, nobody’s forcing you to learn more than one form of magic. Most people back home don’t learn more than one, either.” As the two perked up at that, she elaborated. “Just because you technically can learn every type of magic, doesn’t mean somebody wants to. People are always going to gravitate towards their personal interests, and that’s just a fact of life. That’s why I think the Coven System is crazy, because it’s putting an unnecessary restriction on people. But that’s besides the point, let’s talk about this sometime else, okay?” She pleaded, wanting to move on from the increasingly frustrating conversation.

“Yeah, as fascinating as this is,” Eda drawled, genuinely being fascinated by the debate, but wanting to get going, “We should really be moving along.”

With that, everyone started heading out.

A sickening crunch ripped through the air. A squelching sound and chewing could be heard as a lumbering figure peaked out of the shadows, teeth stretched into a bloody grin. A shadow darted across the area, silently slicing through the throats of unsuspecting Coven Guards. A Guard uselessly struggled in the air, a long coiled shape contorted around their body, slowly twisting their head to the side as it pulled at them, a snap soon being heard. Figures slowly prowled towards the Covention center, weapons gleaming.

Boscha growled, fighting the urge to snap at the elbows jabbing into her as she walked through the Covention, steadfastly ignoring the glares and whispers aimed her way. Trying to distract herself, she pulled out her Scroll. There were no new messages, aside from another blistering rant from Bo; it made sense, seeing as all of her old clique had blocked her. She snorted at that. It made sense after all, who wanted to deal with the psycho who spent nearly a week beating any and every demon they could find near senseless and had burned the throat of their “best friend.”

Covertly palming her lighter, she subtly raised it to her lips, sucking in the delicate flame with a relieved sigh, the minty flavor balancing her nerves. She wondered if she might be forming a habit. At least she wasn’t lunging at fires to eat anymore, that had been pretty embarrassing. Glancing around, utterly disinterested in the bevy of Covens, she didn’t notice as she crashed into someone.

“Oof! Watch it you- YOU.” A familiar voice growled out. Glancing down, Boscha spotted the furious form of Amity sprawled down in front of her. Boscha slowly backed up, giving the girl room to pull herself to her feet. “Just what are you doing here?” Amity coldly demanded, crossing her arms. Her voice almost, but not quite, concealing the burning malice within. “I thought you always said Coventions were lame?”

“They are.” Boscha bluntly stated, relieved to be on a familiar topic. She shrugged. “But I’ve got nothing better to do, so I thought I might as well come and check it out. Nothing else going on today.”

Amity raked her gaze up and down the other girl’s frame, feeling a little frustrated at just how nonchalant she was asking. “You really don’t care, do you?” Amity muttered, feeling a smidge of disappointment. She turned a painfully steady gaze to Boscha’s face, locking eyes with her. “Do you really not care about what you did to Skara?”

“Since when do you care?” Boscha asked, feeling surprised. As much as she had previously claimed that she and Amity were friends, Boscha was painfully aware of how detached the girl was from the rest of the clique. As Amity’s face gained a dangerous look to it, Boscha winced at how, well, Bitchy she had sounded saying that. “Sorry, that came out wrong. I mean, since when did you really have a relationship with Skara that would make you ask like that?”

‘Boscha… apologized?’ Amity thought, feeling flummoxed. Steeling herself, a familiar indignation filling her, she focused on the rephrased question, answering it. “Since she came to my house bawling her eyes out into my shirt asking what she did wrong.” She uttered gravely, taking a bitter satisfaction at Boscha’s flinch.

“She-?” Boscha started, feeling a little shocked. She knew that she had hurt Skara, but this? Eyes turning downcast, she morosely uttered. “She’s better off without me in her life.”

“At least you recognize that.” Amity scathingly replied. She stepped close to Boscha, chin to chin almost. “I… have more regrets about my life than I’ll willingly admit, and have done things that kept me up at night from guilt. But you? You betrayed the trust of the person who cared about you the most in the world, not in your right mind or otherwise. So I’m only going to say this once.” She carefully tilted Boscha’s chin down so their gazes were level. “Stay. Away. From Skara.”

Pulling back, lightly dusting herself off, Amity turned on her heel. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a presentation to take part in.” She gave Boscha a backwards glance. “Have a nice day.” She said, almost as an afterthought.

Boscha sighed, morose at the confirmation that, yes, she was an awful friend. Still, at least she could use the Coven to distract herself from how crappy she felt. And hey, maybe Luz was here? ...Pfft! Nah! Chuckling to herself in a bitter tone, Boscha wandered through the Covention, steadfastly ignoring the looks, the whispers, the sneers. It wasn’t any different from her dreams really, just less graphic.

“And here we are!” Willow said, forcing a note of cheer into her voice. The conversation they had had prior still weighed on her and Gus, but they didn’t begrudge Eda or Luz any. It was just… a lot to take in. “The Bonesburough Covention center.” She stated, hands on her hips as Gus made an expansive, showy gesture next to her. She felt a hint of pleasure at the snort of amusement Luz gave at their theatrics.

As they made their way through the Covention, Luz quickly picked up on something. “Wait a minute, are these all, like jobs or something?” She asked, feeling bewildered.

“Uh, yeah?” Gus replied, feeling confused. “Isn’t that how those Guild things worked?”

Luz shook her head, still feeling a little surreal at the sight as she processed it a little more. “Not really? A lot of these Covens flat out don’t need magic at ALL! Heck, there’s a Baking Coven, why would you need magic to bake!?” She exclaimed, gesturing to the Coven stand in question.

The two Hexsiders glanced at each other, neither having ever really thought about it. They shrugged. Luz waved them off. “Forget it, I’ll just chalk it up to another reason why the way things work around here confuses me.”

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best,” Eda mused, honestly puzzled herself as she thought about all the Covens and how little some of them had to do with magic, or, in some cases, magic just made things more difficult. But the way Luz phrased it… She shook her head, not letting herself get sucked down the drain following that line of thought. “King already left to start squeezing these clowns for freebies, so what do you two dweebs want to do while we’re here?” She asked, lightly scratching at the bundled cloth holding her hair in place, turning to Gus and Willow as the target of her question.

The two turned to each other, starting up a whispered debate. This hadn’t really turned out how they thought it would. They had been so excited to show their friend some of their world… and she didn’t like it, moreover she nearly hated it! But, they could still have some fun, even if things weren’t how they expected. Turning back to Eda, a woman they had gained some respect for after learning a bit more of her past. “We could go see the Emperor’s Coven exhibit?” Willow offered, knowing that it would most likely be the most directly exciting thing here, even if Eda didn’t like the group. “I hear they have a special guest!”

“Maybe I’ll be able to get some members to sign my forehead!” Gus cheered, heedless of the sheepish looks from Willow and Luz, as well as Eda’s annoyance. The boy was utterly unshakable in his enthusiasm.

Eda snorted. “Ugh, fine! But if this all turns out to be boring, the three of you are manning my Stand for a week, got it?” She faux-threatened; she wasn’t really going to go through with it, but seeing them squirm was good for a laugh, even if it didn’t phase Luz.

With their plan set, the four headed into the center of the Covention, unknowing of the group creeping through the center, malicious grins all around.

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Luz’s mother really doesn’t want to send Luz to camp. She knows once she leaves, there is no going back. But Luz has a knack for getting into trouble, and one day she stumbles into the same type of people her mother would have preferred she avoided. After helping Luz dissolve her high school bully into dust, Eda and Lilith know right away that this kid is just like them - a child of the gods. So Luz hops on a Pegasus and heads to Camp Half-blood, where she embarks on a dangerous quest that makes her both friends and enemies... and she might even save Olympus along the way.

Chapter Four: My Shocking First Game of Capture the Flag

Cabin Eleven was the quietest she had ever seen it the next morning. They still had time before the game started at noon, but the Hermes kids seemed to be sucked deep into concentration, which was so unlike them Luz didn’t know what to make of it.

Viney was muttering strategy to herself all morning, then was stuck deep into conversation with the counselors of the Athena cabin and the Hecate cabin. Luz figured it was a good idea to stay out of it and not stress out Viney more than she already was, so she took a walk to go find Willow and Gus.

Despite her overall nervousness for the game, she was also excited to be on the same team as Willow and Gus. The three had decided they would play together, and take on whatever role their counselors gave them as a unit. They practiced together in the morning and helped one another put on their armor. They had each been given a bronze chest plate and a helmet with a blue horse plume. It weighed on Luz like a pound of bricks, and after practicing stabbing with the knife form of Aletheia for a few minutes, her muscles already felt exhausted.

Willow realized she’d forgotten her sword on her bunkbed, so she went back to her cabin to get it while Gus and Luz sat on the grass. He showed Luz his spear, which extended from half a foot long to seven feet when he swung. Luz joked that it reminded her of those toy lightsabers she had seen in Walmart with her Mami. Gus grinned at the joke, launching into a story of getting one of those from his dad for Christmas a few years ago and breaking a vase with it. The two compared some Greek stories Luz had heard before. He would pipe in now and again when she talked, telling her the truth rather than what the original story said had happened.

“So Perseus saved the princess and killed Medusa-“

“Well, some myths question Medusa’s intention. She was kind of… Poseidon’s girlfriend. A lot of demigod scholars think she just wanted to be left alone,” Gus adds, and Luz hums thoughtfully.

“I’ve never thought of it like that,” she says with a frown.

Willow walks back over to them with the sword Luz had seen when she first got showed around camp. Now that she gets a closer look at it, she realizes why Willow can’t just grab a different one from the armory. She realized it was a lot shorter than her own blade, and most of the others she had seen. It was a bronze Spartan kopis, about a foot and a half long. Waving to her as she approached, Willow’s eyes locked in on the leather strap around her hand.

“What’s that on your hand, Luz?”

Remembering her dilemma from the day before, Luz explained everything that had happened yesterday with Lilith and Amity and the magic hand buzzer.

Willow frowned, “that doesn’t sound good. Amity is a mean girl, but she’s also the best in combat, better than anybody else at camp. Even some of the Ares campers don’t hold weight to her.”

“But this is so cool!” Gus said enthusiastically at the buzzer, holding out his wrist. “Can you shock me?”

Willow slapped his hand away. “For someone in Cabin Six, you really have no brain cells.”

Luz laughed, breaking some of the tension. But she worried her lip at Willow’s words. “After I saw her tear apart that dummy I knew I was done for. If Amity meets me on the field like she promised I’m going to be slashed to pieces.”

“Well, she’s not allowed to kill you even if she wanted to,” Gus said offhandedly, still looking at the hand buzzer. “But this could definitely make your job easier.” He reached over to touch it again and Luz pulled it away quickly.

“I know Eda gave it to me, but I don’t want to use it unless I have to.” Luz murmured, still uncomfortable. “I don’t know what’ll happen to Amity, and Eda seemed to be sugarcoating it.”

“Eda would never give something to you that would seriously hurt another camper,” Willow promised, reaching over to pat Luz’s shoulder. “At most, it’ll probably give you an advantage since she has it out for you so badly.”

Gus blinked as if an idea had struck him, but before they could question it any further, Viney was making her way over to them and telling them to head over to the forest entrance. Willow and Luz started walking, but when they realized Gus was standing there still deep in thought they hesitated.

“Go ahead, I’ll meet you there,” he said with a smile. “I just need to talk to Viney for a second.”

Willow and Luz shared a look before shrugging. “Alright, well see you there,” Willow said with a smile.

By the edge of the forest, the campers had been divided into red and blue teams. Eda had announced at dinner last night the finalized divide between the different cabins. The Hermes cabin would be the blue team, hence the blue horse plume helmet, and they would be joined by Athena, Demeter, Hecate, Nemesis, Tyche, Hebe, Dionysus, and Iris. That left Aphrodite’s cabin, the red team, with Ares, Apollo, Hephaestus, Nike, and Hypnos. Luz could tell by the gathering crowds that they had numbers on their side, but Luz was pretty certain the red team had some of the camp's best fighters. Some of the Ares kids and Nike kids looked like they would be a force to be reckoned with.

Willow was shuffling through some of the weapons and other items that campers were allowed to take from. She turned around and offered Luz a bronze shield.

“Do you want it?”

Luz looked at it uncertainly. “I’ve never practiced with one. I don’t know how to use it.”

Willow nodded, tucking it over her own arm instead. “It’s smart to stick with what you know. I’m not a shield person either. I’ll give it to Gus when he gets here.”

As they waited with the other members of the blue team, Luz started fidgeting. She was getting really anxious about this whole game now. Her armor was feeling heavier and heavier, and she struggled not to let her head tilt to one side under her helmet. She ran her hands up and down her arms nervously when she saw Boscha and Amity standing together on the red team's side. Amity was already in her armor with her sword in its hilt at her side, leaning against a tree with her arms crossed, looking bored, but Boscha was busy polishing a wicked-looking four-foot bronze falcata. She caught Luz staring and paused, shooting her an evil looking grin from under her red plume helmet. Luz swallowed thickly.

“Luz, are you okay? You look kind of pale.”

She turned her head quickly to give Willow an encouraging smile. “I’m fine. Just pre-game nerves.”

Willow gave Luz a look and she knew she wasn’t buying it. Peering over Luz’s shoulder at what she was staring at, Willow makes a noise of understanding.

“Don’t worry about them, Luz,” Willow said gently, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Gus and I will be with you the whole time in case they try and team up on you. We’ll do this together.”

Luz did her best to smile confidently, even if her stomach was flipping. In truth, that did make her feel a lot better. She had been happier at camp with Willow and Gus than she’d ever had back in Manhattan, or Amherst, or Syracuse, or anywhere else she’d lived before. With them helping her, she was sure everything would be just fine.

Finally, Viney, Gus, and the other councilors from the blue team made their way to the blue side, ready to assign positions. Gus trotted up to them with an excited smile, and Luz had a feeling whatever he’d wanted to talk to Viney about was all sorted. As he approached them in his armor (that was still way too big) and his spear in hand, Willow pulled the three of them together and out of earshot from the others. Willow handed Gus the shield, which he took gratefully.

“What did you want to talk to Viney about?” She asked him, and Gus looked around nervously before shaking his head.

“Don’t worry about it. It won’t matter anyway if everything goes according to plan.”

Luz’s curiosity got the better of her and she cooed in excitement tapping her fingers together. “Ouuu… a mystery.”

Willow narrowed her eyes, clearly not in the mood for secrets. “Gus…”

“Viney asked me not to tell,” he pleaded, and Willow sighed at his expression before crossing her arms.

“Fine.”

Willow was clearly still grumpy about Gus keeping a secret, but Luz was too busy watching Viney walk around to the other Hermes campers and assigning them their position. By the time she approached Luz, she was practically vibrating from nervousness.

Viney patted Luz on the shoulder. “How are you feeling, newbie?”

Luz decided on being honest. “I’ve been better.”

Thankfully Viney just chuckled, gesturing Willow and Gus closer. “I’m positioning you three as the second set of defense on the other side of the creek. Watch for anybody crossing that might be coming from Zeus’ Fist. Gus, you have the traps?”

Gus grinned and gestured to the little pouches strapped to his armor. “Yep.”

Viney nodded turning back to Willow and Luz. “Willow, see if you can barricade the forest walls. Luz, be ready for a forward assault. Gus has the flare if you need backup.”

Luz didn’t understand any of that, but she wasn’t going to ask questions right now when Willow and Gus were nodding in serious understanding. So she just nodded along with them. Viney seemed to sense her hesitancy, and she pushed her affectionately with her fist.

“Try not to worry. We’ve got this.”

She said it with such certainty, it seemed to fill Luz with a confidence she didn’t know she had. Even Willow and Gus straightened. As she walked away, Willow exhaled with a smile.

“Those Hermes pep talks always work.”

Luz blinked at her. “What do you mean?”

“Hermes is the god of merchants, thieves, and travelers, but also the god of orators. His kids can sometimes give speeches that feel magical. That’s why Viney is their counselor, she has that gift.” Gus said with a grin, and Luz noticed just how drastically Viney’s speech had changed them. He was standing so straight that his armor almost looked like it fit him. His spear didn’t seem too clunky in his hand. Willow’s expression looked like it had hardened in preparation for the game, and even Luz’s anxiety seemed to have been replaced with solid determination.

“That’s so cool,” Luz grinned in enthusiasm. She wondered if her dad had passed along any magical abilities like that to her. So far, she was just regular Luz.

Before she knew it, everybody on her team had been given their role. A horn blew in the distance, and Luz turned towards the entrance of the forest to see Eda and Lilith standing there with King at their feet. Eda had blown the horn and was watching the gathering campers with a grin on her face.

“Welcome to our weekly game of Capture the Flag!” She said, holding up her fist, and the campers erupted into cheering. Lilith rolled her eyes from next to her sister, and Luz wondered if they’d fought at all since the incident at the arena yesterday.

“You all know the rules!” Lilith said, loud enough for all the campers to hear and quiet down. That was an exaggeration. Luz certainly didn’t know the rules, so she peered closer to absorb every word. “The creek is the boundary line. The whole forest is fair game. The flag must be prominently displayed with no more than two guards. Guards must stand at least ten years from the flag. Prisoners may be disarmed, but not bound or gagged. All magic items are allowed. Eda and I will be acting as in-game referees! There is to be absolutely no killing or maiming. Am I understood?”

There was a chorus of muffled agreement, though Luz snickered as she watched Eda roll her eyes at the long list of rules.

“Alright heroes! The game will now begin!” Eda called, blowing her horn again, causing Lilith to wince at the sound. There was a chorus of cheering as both teams began to flood into the woods, and Luz followed Willow and Gus quickly, not wanting to get lost.

As the teams approached the creek, the blue side cut north while the red headed south. Willow dragged Luz about half a mile past the creek with Gus on her heels, and the three of them ended up in a small clearing surrounded by wild plants.

“This is where Viney wants us to patrol,” she said, reaching down and drawing her sword from her belt. “I’ll work some magic on these plants and make a barricade. Luz, help Gus with the traps.”

Luz nodded, turning to help Gus unpack the small objects he had concealed in pouches on his belt. He handed one to her, and when she scooped it up rather ungracefully, he hissed in alarm.

“Be careful! These are sticky bombs I got from the Hecate campers. Too much motion will cause them to explode.”

“Oh shoot, sorry.”

Luz was considerably more careful after that. She was helping Gus stick one in the undergrowth when she glanced over in the direction of the creek where Willow was working. What she saw made her mouth drop. Willow was moving her sword and the thorny underbrush seemed to move with her. It climbed and weaved around itself, creating a barricade to their side of the creek at least a hundred feet wide. No camper on the red team was running through that.

“How is she doing that?” Luz gasped in wonder. “It that a Demeter kid thing?”

Gus looked over at Luz, a little uncomfortably. “Yes, and no. Demeter kids do have a lot of sway with plants and wild magic… but a lot of Willow’s abilities are just a Willow thing.”

Luz remembered the conversation she’d had with them when they were giving Luz the tour of camp. She wondered if this Willow magic was a part of that “technicality” Gus had mentioned.

“Well she is one powerful demigod,” Luz decided with finality.

Gus nodded in agreement. After a couple more minutes, the traps had all been set, and somewhere in the distance, Luz could hear Eda’s horn sound.

“The game’s started,” Willow said seriously, tightening her grip on her kopis. Gus straightens up and pulls his shield to his chest, gripping his spear so tightly his knuckles turn white.

Luz suddenly felt very empty-handed, and touched her hand to her ring, calling out Alethia. She gripped the leather hilt of the sword tightly, with not a moment to spare. Just as the games started, she heard yelling from the other side of the barricades as a handful of campers started slashing through the thorns to get through.

“Get ready!” Willow yelled just as they slashed through the last of the thorns and tumbled through the fresh opening. There were four enemy campers, and Luz’s heartbeat spiked at being outnumbered. Thankfully, Willow flicked her sword so roots and thorns wrapped around their ankle, tripping them to the ground. She met the next campers' sword with her own, and Gus raced forward to slam his shield against a camper wielding a spear like him.

Luz raised her sword out of instinct, and at just the right time. The sword of the last camper collided with hers immediately, and she grunted with effort to push it away. Swinging at them, the camper deflected, so Luz tried that new trick she’d learned from Eda last night and pushed forward, feeling satisfied when they stumbled backward, crying out in shock.

They looked up at her and Luz had a moment of panic when her eyes met gold ones. She thought for a second it might be Amity, but then she was hit with a wave of recognition. It was one of the twins who had been teasing Amity at the Aphrodite table her first night.

The girl seemed to recognize her too as she regained her balance and gripped her sword tightly. She gave Luz a crooked smile that Luz knew right away was trouble. “Oh, no way! You’re that new girl who keeps getting under Mitten’s skin.” Then she completely turned away from Luz to look at the camper who’d been tripped by Willow’s plant magic.

“Edric! Check it out, it’s the new girl,” she said gleefully. The camper on the floor had managed to get to their knees and cut the thorns with their sword. Luz recognized him as the other green haired twin. He stood up and brushed the dirt marks from his armor with his free hand, his mouth split into an eager grin at his twins' words.

“Seriously? What kind of awesome timing is that?” He said excitedly as Willow, Gus, and the two other red campers battled around them.

“What’s happening right now?” Luz said in confusion, lowering her sword. “Are we not fighting anymore?”

“What, us? Fight you?” The girl said, turning back to Luz. “Why would we do that when you’ve thrown our sister off her game for us?”

Luz realized they must be talking about Amity, and she didn’t really know how to react to this news. She felt her cheeks heat up awkwardly. “Well, it’s not like I’m trying to do that on purpose!”

“Same difference,” the boy said, waving his own sword lazily. “Emira and I have been trying to knock her down a couple of pegs all year. Your challenge at the arena last night really messed with her head.”

Now Luz was really confused. She found herself just opening and closing her mouth like a fish.

Around them, Willow had finally managed to disarm the other camper she’d been fighting, and Gus had knocked off the shield of his. Edric and Emira glanced at this, then at Luz, and they both split into a smile.

“What did you say your name was?” Emira asked, and Luz finally had an answer to their questions.

“Luz Noceda.”

“Well Luz, we have to bounce,” Edric said with a charming smile. “But hopefully we’ll talk soon.”

“See you around, cutie,” Emira added with a wink.

Luz felt her cheeks warm uncontrollably as the two older campers turned heel and darted off through the forest, somehow managing to weave around Gus’ traps. As they vanished, Luz realized with a jolt of shock that she’d been played, and the twins had just broken through to her team's side of the forest.

While she stood there feeling like an idiot, the other two campers had been fended off by Willow and Gus, sprinting back through the entrance they’d carved to get it.

“Luz!” Willow exclaimed, running up to her. She looked winded but unharmed. “What happened? How’d they get through?”

Gus made his way over too, but he looked a little worse for wear. A spot near his eyebrow was turning red like he’d been smacked by the other campers' shield. “I turned around and it was two against one! Are you okay?”

“They played me!” Luz said angrily, gesturing with her sword to where the twins had vanished. “They kept me talking and then escaped around the traps.”

Willow and Gus winced.

“Yeah, we should have warned you about the Blight twins,” Willow said, rubbing the back of her neck. “Their mom is Aphrodite, so they really have a way with words. Unlike Amity, they can be super charming, but they’re also troublemakers.”

Gus nodded slowly. “They could have been Hermes kids with some of the pranks they pull around camp.”

Luz was still frustrated that they’d escaped, but there was nothing she could really do. At least Willow and Gus had fended off the other two. Willow turned back to reseal the wall of thorns that had been hacked through, while Luz and Gus checked the traps. Gus said the twins hadn’t activated them, like Luz had thought, but agreed that it was weird they knew the traps were there.

The three had heard a large banging sound in the forest on their side of the forest, as well as some shouts. But they didn’t see one of the Hecate cabins magic flares, so instead of running in that direction, they patrolled their side of the creek carefully, watching for any red campers racing back with the flag.

Just as Luz started to relax, thinking that maybe most of the fight was on the other side of the creek, she heard the sound of footsteps, and a loud voice yelling “there she is!”

Both Luz, Willow, and Gus spun around at the sound, standing shoulder to shoulders with their weapons raised. Three campers came to a running stop a few feet away from them. Boscha was on the left, swinging her sword experimentally in her hand with a downright sadistic grin. On the right was a girl with dyed silver hair and grey eyes, a bow in her hand notched with an arrow pointed right at her. Luz recognized her as one of the campers from Apollo’s cabin.

Then there was Amity standing in the middle with her xiphos already drawn, eyeing Luz with the same glint in her eye that she’d had in the arena right before her demonstration. Luz clenched Aletheia tightly in her hands, and felt Willow and Gus tense text to her, offering whatever nonverbal encouragement they could.

Boscha had been the one to speak, and she glanced quickly at Willow and Gus, sizing them up before breaking into a laugh. “So these are the friends you’ve decided to make? The dork and half a half-blood Willow?”

She heard Gus and Willow cry out at the insults next to her, and Luz felt anger bubble up in her stomach.

“Leave her alone,” Amity said dryly, and Luz turned to her in surprise. It faded to annoyance when she just lifted her sword and ran her finger along the side of the blade. “It’s not her fault she was born without talent.”

Willow flinched like she’d been slapped, and Luz took a protective step in front of her. While she had been afraid of facing Amity and Boscha before, now all she felt was determination. She had to be the Azura of Capture the Flag, and face down her new rival and defend her friends, who had already done so much for her.

“I’ll tell you what Amity,” she said angrily, pointing an accusing finger at her. “It’s one thing for Lilith to say I can’t beat you in a fight-

“Uh, because you can’t,” Amity interrupted with a scowl.

Luz didn’t humor her, and just kept talking like she hadn’t said anything,“-but it’s another thing to bully my friends.” She lifted Aletheia and pointed it at her menacingly. “So I challenge you!”

Amity stepped forward slowly, unwavering at the sight of Luz’s blade. Her face split into a grin, and she raised her own sword.

“I accept.”

The clearing split into movement. Skara released her arrow and let it fly right at Luz’s chest, and thank the gods Gus was paying attention because he threw out his shield and it bounced off with a clatter. Charging with his spear at Skara, she was forced to pull out her knife and face him.

Willow on the other hand was forced to face Boscha in a head-on assault. She charged at her and their swords clashed ringing across the clearing. Luz desperately wanted to turn and defend her friend, but she had her own problems.

Amity swung her sword, and out of pure reflex Luz was able to deflect it, but Amity was not going easy on her. She swung, and parried, and swung again, and Luz had to get creative in her dodging and rolling, but she was quickly getting outmatched. After one swing, Luz barely managed to leap out of the way, but the tip of Amity’s xiphos slid across her bicep. She winced at the sting, knowing without looking it drew blood.

Amity glared at Luz furiously, swinging again. Luz clashed her sword against her, and the two began to push against the other. Desperate to figure out how to get some kind of edge, Luz struggled to hold her own turning to Amity with wide eyes.

“Why are you being so mean, Amity?”

Amity grit her teeth, “because you and your friends are giving half-blood’s everywhere a bad name.” She jerked herself forward, and Luz lost her balance and stumbled back. Luz watched a flicker of satisfaction flash across her face before she stepped forward again. “So show me what you’ve got, newbie.”

Luz started to panic, knowing that this was likely not going to go well for her. “I’m not good under pressure!”

Amity lunged, and Luz managed to flick away the blade with her own. She ducked under her blade the next time she swung and heard the sound of horse plume hitting the grass behind her. Putting a few feet of distance between her and Amity, despair washed over her as she scanned her surroundings. Gus had his back to a tree, deflecting arrows from Skara who had somehow been able to put more distance between them. Willow and Boscha were still clashing, but Luz knew Willow was getting tired whereas Boscha seemed to just be getting angrier and angrier. There was no way they were going to win this fight.

But she had to try. Luz had gotten her friends into this mess, and she needed to do everything she could to get them out of it.

“Come on guys!” She called to them desperately, and Gus and Willow both turned to look at Luz. “I may not know much about this half-blood stuff, but I know how this is supposed to go. We’re a ragtag trio of loveable misfits joined together to defeat our rivals. With a little faith and a final push, we can win!”

She doesn’t know where that came from, but she just prays it’s enough to motivate her friends. And then the strangest thing happens.

It works. Willow lets out a grunt of effort and pushes back Boscha, slamming the butt of her sword against her helmet. The girl screams (it’s surprisingly feminine coming from Boscha) and drops on her side. Gus loosens his shield from his arm and throws it with all his might, and it smacks into Skara’s bow and knocks it to the floor. He swings around his spear and charges, slamming into Skara with the butt of it and she collapses.

Luz can’t believe that worked. Even Amity is looking shocked now, blinking at her friends in amazement. She looks back at Luz and narrows her eyes.

“How did you do that?” She asks darkly, and Luz doesn’t really know what to say.

“I… uh…. Magic?” She tries feebly.

She narrows her eyes and charges, and Luz feels a strength she didn’t know she had enter her body. She slides Aletheia down Amity’s blade and shoves, pushing her backward and away from her. She tries shouting to her friends again, hoping for the same effect.

“I believe in you guys! You’re the stronger half-bloods!”

It seems to work again. When Boscha tried to get to her feet, Willow swings her sword and the barricade of plants reaches out and wraps around her arms and legs, sealing her in place. Gus spins his spear back around as Skara gets up and stabbed at the top of her helmet, knocking it clean off Skara’s head and sending it spinning into the dirt.

Around them, a crowd has begun to form. Eda and Lilith had appeared from the trees, refereeing the whole battle with watchful eyes. Luz didn’t have a lot of time to look, but she thought she saw Eda give her a thumbs up. The campers on the red team that was inside blue’s territory must have heard that they could exit the thorn wall here, but they’ve now stumbled to a halt around the fight between the six half-bloods. The blue team who was chasing them had also skidded to a stop, including Viney and Jerbo who were watching the whole thing with wide eyes.

Luz was feeling pretty proud of herself until with a single swing Amity had leaped forward and disarmed her, Aletheia spinning into the dirt. It hit the ground a few feet away, and now Luz was weaponless in front of Amity, who didn’t look very pleased.

“How are you doing that?” Amity hissed, losing patience and beginning to step closer.

Luz didn’t know what to do. She didn’t have her sword, so if Amity swung she couldn’t do anything to get away. Her friends were too busy with their own battle, so she had nothing to protect herself with. But she did have something else… something she hadn’t been sure about using before. But now she might not have a choice.

“No, Amity! Don’t step any closer!” Luz warned, holding out her now-empty sword hand pleadingly. She really didn’t want to do this.

Amity hesitated suspiciously. “Why, Luz?” She asked, her voice so low it was almost a whisper. “What happens if I step closer?”

Luz opened her mouth to respond, but she didn’t even know what she would say. It didn’t matter, because Amity wasn’t giving her a choice. She lunged with her sword, and Luz sidestepped and threw out her hand, clamping the hand buzzer around the inside of Amity’s wrist.

Luz felt the zap against her own hand just from the recoil and yelped. But it was nothing compared to how hard it hit Amity. She watched as Amity cried out in pain when the current shocked right through her, and Luz quickly let go. Amity dropped to one knee and started shaking her wrist violently, and Luz the opportunity to scoop up her sword from off the ground, disarming Amity and pointing the blade towards Amity’s chin.

The second she did that, there was chaos. Luz heard shouting from the other side of the creek, and Willow swung her sword and dropped the wall of thorns like it was nothing. A flurry of blue helmets broke across the creek, carrying a huge red banner. Cheers erupted from the blue team, signaling that they had officially won the game. Willow and Gus relaxed their weapons and a grin broke out onto their faces, so Luz followed suit and lowered her own blade.

She wanted to celebrate, but she was feeling extremely guilty. Leaning down, she offered her hand to Amity.

“I’m sorry I shocked you, I was really trying to avoid doing that,” she said genuinely.

Amity was wincing, and when she opened her eyes, Luz watched her look around the clearing. Her cheeks pinked when she realized that the crowd had formed and seen her fall to her knee.

Looking up at Luz, her eyes filled with anger, and she slapped her hand away and got to her feet. “Put that away. You didn’t really beat me, I had you disarmed.”

Luz’s eyebrows pinched together in frustration. “Well, to be fair-”

Her words died in her throat as Amity just picked up her sword and walked away from her, over to Skara and Boscha who were shakily getting to their feet.

The second she walked away, everybody’s attention fell on her. The gathering campers who had watched the fight were calling out their encouragements to Luz for her performance. Jerbo was nodding in approval, and Viney gave her a thumbs up. Edric and Emira had appeared from near the side of the red team and were watching her with those smug smiles on their faces. Luz thought it was weird they weren’t upset they lost.

Willow and Gus raced over, their eyes wide in wonder.

“Luz, that was awesome! How did you do that?” Gus exclaimed, and Luz felt the guilt rise up in her chest again.

“What do you mean? You know I had the hand buzzer-"

“No, not that!” Willow said, equally as excited. “The way you gave us that pep talk! It was amazing!”

Luz didn’t know what to say, but thankfully Eda’s voice drowned out any kind of answer she could have given them.

“You did great, kid!” Eda exclaimed excitedly, running over and ruffling Luz’s hair with her hand. Lilith was standing back a little, looking a little flustered that Luz’s team had won, but when she met Luz’s gaze she nodding encouragingly. “You were out there like Leonida’s rallying his warriors! How’d you do that?”

Luz was getting overwhelmed now, her eyes widening in panic as she backed away. “I don’t know! I didn’t think it was anything I was doing in particular-”

Loud gasping around the clearing shut Luz right up. Everybody was staring at her in awe, pointing and whispering. Eda, for the first time Luz had seen her, looked at a loss for words.

“What?” Luz asked in alarm, her voice cracking as it increased in pitch. Willow and Gus just pointed above her head, and when Luz looked up she squeaked in alarm.

It was a bronze glowing symbol, glaring blazingly above her head. It was some kind of staff, with two snakes wrapped around it. The symbol was spinning wildly. Luz recognized it immediately. It was the symbol above the door to her cabin.

“My… my dad…” Luz said, also at a loss for words.

“The Herald of the Gods,” Eda said. When Luz looked back, all the campers in the clearing had gotten quiet and were kneeling around Luz. Even Amity and her friends did it, though it was clear by the look on their faces they weren’t too happy about it. Eda was kneeling too, but she also looked smug, shooting Luz a cheeky smile.

“The Protector of Travelers, Merchants, Thieves, and Orators. All hail, Luz Noceda. Daughter of Hermes.”

#the owl house #luz noceda #amity blight #luz x amity #lumity #percy jackson au #shelby speaks

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Midnight Striga: Fairy Tail/Owl House Cross Fic Episode 3 Part 5

Hello all, here’s the second to last section of Episode 3 of Midnight Striga! Everybody Clap Your Hands!!

‘This school is pathetic.’ Boscha mused to herself. ‘It enables stupidity and jeopardizes the potential of those who could be strong.’

“So,” Skara cautiously began, “what are you planning on us doing after school, Boscha?” She was nervous. It was only natural, her closest friend had brutally man-handled her not even ten minutes ago. ‘Don’t think about it.’ She thought to herself.

Boscha blinked, thinking for a moment, before a bloody grin crossed her face. “Practice.”

Skara cringed. For the past three days, practice basically meant Boscha going out and beating any and every demon she came across to a bloody pulp. Skara… wasn’t comfortable with this new Boscha. Sure, she was always aggressive, and really in your face, but she wasn’t a sadist or anything. This blatant cruelty was way beyond anything Boscha had ever been okay with before. Skara desperately glanced around, hoping to find something, ANYTHING, to get Boscha’s mind out of its current headspace. Thankfully, she spotted just the target.

“Oh my Titan, is that Willow?” Skara called out, shifting Boscha’s attention towards the named girl. Skara grimaced slightly; while she personally didn’t care one way or another about the girl, only really going along with Boscha’s antics in the past because Boscha’s her friend and Willow isn’t, she wouldn’t wish Boscha’s current attention on anyone, even someone she apparently hated.

As Boscha followed Skara’s gaze, her eyes fell on one Willow Park. As she stared at the girl who stood at the absolute bottom of the social ladder, Boscha didn’t fight the vicious grin that came over her. Willow was someone strong who acted weak. She would make a good test. As she walked up to Willow, Skara nervously following behind, Boscha contemplated how this would turn out. Willow clearly saw them, if the fact she darted closer to the wall was any indication, but Boscha was having none of it, slamming her palm in front of Willow’s path.

“Hey, Half-A-Witch. How are things?” Boscha faux-casually asked, visibly shivering. Skara recognized that shiver; it was the same one Boscha got just before she started breaking bones.

Willow marched down the hall, furiously brushing away the tears in her eyes. She hadn’t meant to hurt Amity, no matter how angry she got, but the thing she said… ‘Out of sight, out of mind.’ Willow internally recited, trying to close off the train of thought. Taking a calming breath, Willow soldiered on, even as she feared that she had ruined her chances of getting into the Plant Track, if she wasn’t expelled altogether!!

Willow just wanted some time alone, without having to worry about her temper snapping. As she caught sight of Boscha and Skara, two of her chief headaches, closing in on her, Willow’s heart sank. ‘Not now, of all times!’ She groaned to herself. She braced herself for the coming confrontation, making a token effort to avoid them. Boscha cutting her off was well-within expectations, she dryly noted.

“Hey, Half-A-Witch. How are things?” Boscha asked, shivering for some reason. Ordinarily,Willow would do her best to ignore the girl, maybe act a little more timid to get her to move on quickly. But now? Willow was angry, hurt, and very much willing to stand up to the school’s top jock.

“If you must know, I’m having a bad day, and I’m in now mood to put up with you.” Willow softly growled.

Skara and Boscha both pulled back, Skara in shock, and Boscha… in anticipation.

“So, looks like you finally grew a spine, eh?” Boscha grinned, heedless of the tugs to her uniform Skara was giving.

“And just what is that supposed to mean?” Willow demanded, eyes flashing.

“Just that you’ve been wasting your potential for years.” Boscha ruthlessly stated, arching an eyebrow. As Willow gained an affronted look, and Skara just looked confused, Boscha steamrolled on. “I mean, you’ve got all that power and skill for Plant Magic, but you wasted it on Abominations? Seriously, were you even trying?”

Willow grit her teeth. “It’s more complicated than that.”

Boscha rolled her eyes, smirking. “Sure it is. You know what I think?”

Willow snorted. “No, I don’t. And I honestly don’t want to, either.” She shoved between the two Witches, walking past as quick as she could. It wasn’t quick enough.

“I think you're a coward.” Willow stopped cold, almost rooted in place. Slowly turning, she took in the sight of Boscha’s mocking grin, Skara standing back in shock.

“What did you say?” Willow whispered, her temper starting to rise.

“It's so obvious!” Boscha gleefully cried. “You let yourself get stuck in a track guaranteed to be a dead end, never fight back, and just let everyone walk all over you! You’re a coward.”

“Stop.” Willow started.

“You’re lazy, never even trying to stand up for yourself, even though you could crush more than half the school if you wanted to, you never ask for help, letting yourself sit in mediocrity!”

“Quiet.”

“You could be queen of the school if you really wanted to, but instead you settle for being a nobody. I wonder what your parents would think, if they knew their little girl was this pathetic” Boscha finished, eager to see the reaction she would get, proof as to whether Willow was weak or strong.

“Shut UP!!” With a furious scream, tears rushing down her face, Willow summoned another colossal vine, sending Boscha careening into a wall, before storming off again, this time not bothering to wipe away her tears. Skara rushed over to the other Witchling.

“Boscha!” She cried. “What in the Titan’s name was THAT!?” That was far beyond anything Boscha had ever said to Willow before. Calling out her performance, her abilities, and implying her parents would be ashamed of her? That was ice cold.

Instead of a response, all she heard… was laughter. The soft, unhinged laughter of someone who really didn’t know what was happening anymore, and was just enjoying what they could of it all. “She really is strong! But she acts so Weak. I don’t understand her at all.” Boscha laughed.

“Boscha, come on.” Skara pleaded. “We really should get going. Ah!” Any further attempts on Skara’s part stalled as another girl accidentally knocked into her, as the girl and that one friend of Willow’s, Augustus, took off, with only a faint backwards call of ‘sorry!’ in response. “Oof. Rude.” Skara muttered.

She sighed, “Alright, you ready to go Boscha…?” Skara’s voice trailed off as she saw the state Boscha was in; she was sitting stock-still, teeth grit tight, eyes wide with disbelief and shock. Before she could say anything, Amity suddenly blew past, not even looking at the two. While this confused Skara, she decided to prioritize her friend(?) on the ground.

As she moved to help pick Boscha up, she overheard some of the other girl’s whispers, not that she understood them. “She’s here! Why is she here!? Is she here for me? Has she heard of me, is she impressed with me? I have to know, I have to know! Why, why, why?”

As Boscha took off in the direction of the group, Skara had a sinking feeling that things were about to get crazy.

As Luz and Gus rounded the bend, finally having caught up to Willow, they froze, uncertain at the sight before them; Willow, shivering in a corner, tears streaming down her face. Luz took a step forward, clearing her throat. “Hey, Willow? You okay enough to talk?” She was certain that, whatever else, Willow was most certainly NOT okay, but she might have it in her to talk about it.

“Y-yeah. I think I can.” Willow hiccuped. “I-I just… I don’t know what to do.” She sniffed, futilely wiping at her eyes with her sleeve, struggling to stem the tide of tears. “Bump will never let me in the Plant Track, not after I attacked a Top Student like that!”

“What!” Gus exclaimed. “Willow, that’s nuts. You’re amazing!”

“And that Amity kid clearly provoked you.” Luz chimed in. “He’d have to be pretty dumb to deny you because of someone else’s actions and choices.”

“Indeed.” The three gasped as Bump seemingly melted out of the shadows (He actually just used one of the hidden corridors known only to the Principal). “And while I may not appreciate the insinuation that I would blame a student for losing control of their emotions after being brutally slandered by another,” he aimed a pointed look at Luz, who did her best to whistle innocently. “I am far from willing to forgive such cruelty on school grounds.” He gave Willow a reassuring grin. “Make no mistake, Miss Park, you are not in any trouble. If it means anything, Miss Blight’s parents will be receiving a call for their daughter’s conduct.”

He chuckled at the look of amazed disbelief he received from the girl. “Yes, I am capable of looking past a student’s social and financial standing.” He stated, enjoying the sheepish flush of the three. “While I will have to assign you a small punishment for tearing up school property, if only to suspend any attempts by Mr. and Mrs. Blight to see you punished, I am happy to say that your display was more than enough proof of your skills.” With a cheerful twirl, the lavender coloring of Willow’s uniform faded, and was replaced with a rich, leafy green, much to her delight. “Welcome to the Plant Track.”

Willow gazed up with starry eyes. “Thank you, thank you, thank you sir!” She cheered, almost vibrating in place.

“Woo! Way to go Willow!” Gus cheered.

“Got to say, the color suits you better,” Luz smirked, only for her expression to shift to a more thoughtful look. “I know it’s not really any of my business but, is there some kind of history between you and Little Miss Perfect? Because, back there? That screamed personal business.”

“I must confess to being curious myself.” Bump admitted, with Gus adding in his own curiosity.

Willow bit her lip, nervously glancing at them, unsure. But then, as she glanced down, seeing her uniform, her will steeled itself. “To tell the truth, Amity and I used to be best friends.” Willow admitted with a sigh.

“Whoa, wasn’t expecting that.” Luz stated. “If the two of you were good buddies, what happened for you to both get to, well, this point?” She gestured around them, motioning to the small pools of tears at Willow’s feet.

Willow gave a bitter chuckle. “Your guess is as good as mine.” At the questioning looks she received, Willow elaborated. “When we were little, during Amity’s birthday, she told me she didn’t want to be friends anymore. That I wasn’t strong enough, skilled enough. That I wasn’t good enough.” Willow clutched the edge of her uniform. “After that, things just went downhill from there, and here we are.” Gus gasped in outrage, while Bump shook his head in disappointment, and Luz just stared off with a faraway look in her eyes, glaring at nothing.

Amity clenched her hands into fists, tucked around the corner. She bit her lip, having overheard every word. Having the dirty secret between herself and Willow aired at least semi-publicly was… frustrating, to say the least. As she steeled herself for the yelling, she moved to step out from her hiding place-

“HUMAN!!!”

Only to be knocked back by the furious form of Boscha rushing past, Skara frantically trying to keep up.

Luz groaned, annoyed at the sound of her species being shouted to the heavens, even as Willow, Gus, and Bump gave her quizzical looks. Turning, she saw another Witch girl wearing a Yellow-coded uniform, a girl with a red uniform awkwardly hovering nearby. “Can I help you?” She asked, arching an eyebrow.

Boscha paused, processing. She didn’t remember her? After what had happened!? Why was she here? She needed to know. She didn’t know whether to laugh, to cry, to scream. She needed to understand what was happening, she NEEDED to. “Why are you here!?” She demanded, ignoring Skara’s attempts to grab her attention.

Luz cocked her head, confused. “I came because I needed something to do, and I had something to find.” At the perplexed noises from the others, Luz remembered she never told them she was looking for something. Turning her head back, she added. “Yeah, part of the reason I asked Willow to bring me here was because I was trying to find a lead for… something I lost a few days ago.”

“Half-A-Witch?” Boscha muttered, heedless of the angry stares she got from the girl in question, as well as her.

“Yeah.” Luz replied, eyes narrowed. Suddenly, she gained a confused look, turning her head back and forth. “I’m sorry, have we met before? You seem kind of familiar.”

Boscha growled, caught between mind-numbing joy at the knowledge that she remembered her, and frustrated rage at how poorly that recollection was. “My name is Boscha.” She bit out. “You humiliated me in front of my friends and the town.”

“Ah.” Luz calmly replied. She wasn’t particularly worried, but it was good to know what she was working with. “So I’m guessing this is some kind of attempt to get revenge or something?” She hated those types of things, but it wouldn’t be the first time some idiot came after her because she “refused to show them proper respect,” or some crap like that.

“No.” Boscha calmly said, lifting her arms in a what-can-you-do gesture. “I already tried that, and I still lost.” She trailed off, remembering that night, as well as the jewel she found, and how it beckoned to her. “Our fight, if you could call it that, was a wake-up call to me. It seems so obvious in retrospect,” She gave a gaze of what Luz thought was admiration her way, “But you really put it into focus. What point is social standing, popularity, any of it, when one is weak?” She gave a bitter chuckle. “Nothing. Without strength, all that amounts to nothing but an illusion of real power. Those who cling to such things? Worthless. Like I was.” All present who knew Boscha rocked back at her statement. What she said was… very much contradictory to Boscha’s personality and beliefs. Boscha, calling herself weak? It made no sense.

Boscha walked forward, pushing her face incredibly close to Luz. “I kept thinking about, you know, what you said that night. About how you consider yourself neither strong or weak, merely continuing to find new ways to improve your skills and power.” A dreamy expression crossed Boscha’s face, much to Luz’s discomfort. “I couldn’t get it out of my mind, how much sense it made.” She pulled back, laughing. “What was I thinking all these years!? I let myself become complacent, I stopped pushing, assuming I had reached the peak, when in truth I was just another face in the crowd.” Her grin took on a manic hint. “I was really looking forward to when I ran into you again, so I could show you just what I was capable of, how far I’ve managed to grow!”

“Uh huh,” Luz said slowly, inching away from the unstable sounding Witch. “That sounds… really great and all, but I’ve kind of got other things to do. Maybe some other time?”

Boscha’s expression grew frightened. “What? No! You have to stay, you have to see what I can do!! You have to see how strong I’ve grown!!” The desperate, manic intensity in her voice grew with each word, the red color bleeding into her eyes growing more potent with each passing second.

“Look kid, Boscha, right?” At the girl’s frantic nod, Luz continued, “I only barely remember you. Whatever happened was only slightly above any other day for me. So, yeah, I think I’m gonna go.” As she tried to move, however, Boscha’s arm lashed out, gripping Luz’s arm painfully.

“No.” Boscha breathed out, utterly calm, aside from the mania in her eyes.

“Boscha, I must insist that you let Miss Noceda go,” Bump stated, pushing forward towards the two. “This behavior is unacceptable for a star athlete such as yourself!”

“Stuff it, Old Man!” Boscha shrieked, the hand gripping Luz’s arm growing hot. Everyone reeled from the extreme disrespect and hint of madness in Boscha’s voice. “She has to see what I can do, she has to!” She punctuated her statement by pointing her finger dramatically in Bump and the others’ direction, with Luz fixating on the object tucked in her fist; a very familiar looking jewel.

“Hey!” Luz spoke up, pointing at Boscha’s fist. “That’s what I’ve been looking for!”

“Huh? When did I put this in my uniform?” Boscha pondered, confused as to just when, exactly, she had brought the jewel with her. As much as she seemed to fixate on it at home or in private, she thought she had left it behind.

Hearing Boscha’s words, and getting some seriously bad vibes from what was said, Luz spoke up again. “Yeah, that thing is insanely dangerous. I’m really gonna need you to give that back.” She reached out for the Lacrima, slowly prying her arm away from Boscha’s burning grip.

“What?” Boscha said, her confusion rapidly morphing into panic, throwing Luz over to the others. “No! You can’t take it, it’s mine!” She shouted, desperately clutching at the jewel like a lifeline.

“Uh, Boscha, maybe you should?” Skara hesitantly spoke up, concern echoing across her voice. “You’ve been acting really weird ever since you got that thing. It might be dangerous, you know?” She slowly reached out, hoping Boscha would calm down.

Her anger suddenly spiking, Boscha spun around, her hand bursting into flames, slamming around Skara’s throat. “YOU STAY OUT OF THIS!!!” Without another world, she hurled Skara over towards the others, a scream ripping out of the poor girl’s throat.

“Skara!” Amity’s eyes widened in shock, almost uncomprehending of what she had witnessed; Boscha had just essentially branded Skara across the throat. With a shout, she broke out of cover, rushing for the wounded girl. “Boscha, what’s wrong with you!? This is insane, even for you!” While she had never thought highly of the sportier girl, she had honestly thought she was above such acts.

“You just maimed your friend!” Luz roared. “What’s wrong inside your head, kid!?” She demanded, bracing herself for a fight.

“QUIT CALLING ME KID!!” Boscha screamed, summoning a colossal wave of blood-red flames in all directions. “IF YOU WON’T TAKE ME SERIOUSLY, THEN I’LL MAKE YOU!!!!”

With a scream, the assembled Witches and human rushed for the door, desperate to escape the conflagration. With a heave, Amity tossed Skara over her shoulder, not willing to leave her in the same room as the apparently crazed Witchling.

“No, stop,” Skara croaked, coughing lightly.

Amity gave her an incredulous look. “Are you kidding!? She just burned your throat! You’ll be lucky if you don’t suffer permanent damage, and that’s IF we get you to a Healer in time!”

Skara stubbornly wiggled. “She didn’t mean it. That jewel’s doing something to her I think. I can’t just abandon her.”

Amity huffed, frustrated at Skara’s stubbornness. “Even if that’s true, she attacked you! Whether she meant to or not, she’s dangerous at the moment, and could Kill you!”

“You don’t know that!” Skara insisted. “I can get through to her, I know it!”

“You’re deluding yourself!” Amity spat back. “How could you possibly help in this situation?”

“I don’t know.” Skara bluntly admitted. “But it’s better than abandoning my friend when she needs me!”

That struck a chord with Amity, one she viciously stamped down on. Scoffing, she carried the protesting girl out the doors.

Just as they all were about to finish crossing the doors, Luz paused.

“Luz, hurry! Come on!” Willow insisted.

Instead, Luz grabbed the doors, silently mouthing out ‘sorry’ before slamming them closed, and quickly locking them. She turned back to the raging flames the Witchling had summoned, casting a shield to allow the flames to wash over her. Or, at least, it was supposed to. To her surprise, and alarm, the flames crashed against the Barrier, before cracking it, sending Luz scrambling out of the way as they roared past. To her shock, the flames pooled around the doors, all of them, completely blocking off the corridor from the outside world.

“Now.” Boscha crooned. “We’re all alone.”

“Yeah, so what?” Luz snorted, bracing herself for an attack, “You want a medal?”

Boscha laughed. “No, of course not! I just want to prove myself to you, that’s all!”

“Oh great, you’re one of those.” Luz muttered under breath.

“Now please, do me a favor, okay?” Boscha said. Her face morphed into the same manic intensity as before. “And BURN!” With another roar, a storm of flames came hurtling towards Luz.

Biting back a curse, Luz began to cast as quickly as she could. “Light-Make: Battlement!”

A glimmering fortification manifested before her, taking the brunt of the blast. Rushing around her defense, Luz barely ducked a flying Haymaker from Boscha, who had closed the distance in a blink. With a snarl, Luz called up a blast of light, hoping to send Boscha sprawling, only for the other Witch to take it without flinching.

Skittering back, Luz did her best to tune out the crazed girl’s cackling. ‘Damn, I can’t believe I forgot the first rule of battling Slayers,’ She internally berated herself. ‘Never let them set the pace of the fight.’ Slayers, those who practiced one of the Lethal Arts, such as Devil Slayer Magic, were all insanely tough, strong, and quick for their builds and ages. Apparently, Boscha had been channeling that Lacrima since she picked it up, and the synchronicity had started hitting its peak. “Light-Make: Spear Storm!” Crafting a collection of spears, Luz sent them flying, hoping at least one would hit the empowered girl.

It wasn’t meant to be. With almost laughable ease, the girl’s arms whipped forward, effortlessly shattering each spear. “Burn!” She roared again, launching a flame-clad punch at Luz, almost pulverizing her ribs. As Luz skid back, she clutched at her chest, feeling a familiar burning pain, and she didn’t mean the flames.

‘Yep, she broke a rib.’ Luz winced. “Damn it. Light-Make: Halberd!” She cried, swinging the colossal spear-like weapon, watching in satisfaction as Boscha slid backwards after catching the blade, a small ribbon of blood flowing from her hand at the point of contact. ‘But at least I got a hit in!’

“I won’t lose again!” Boscha roared, blasting away with her flames. As Luz desperately ducked and weaved around the blasts, she caught sight of something that chilled her to the bone; the Lacrima was sunk into Boscha’s wounded hand. That was very bad.

“H-hey!” Luz called out. “Are you sure you want to do this? We can end this right now, you know!”

“Not a chance!” Boscha cried, launching a barrage of punches towards the human, each connecting solidly. Luz held in the cry of pain that threatened to break out. ”Can you see it? How strong I’ve become!?” With a fierce shout, and a fiercer uppercut, Boscha sent Luz flying, jaw rattling from the head-ringing blow. “Now that I have this power, nothing can hold me back anymore!!”

“Is that seriously what you want out of life?” Luz ground out, teeth feeling dangerously loose. “To not be held back? Sounds a little lonely, you know?”

Boscha scoffed. “I Don’t need them, they don’t need me! I’m doing just fine on my own!”

“Yeah, but you’re completely alone.” Luz pointed out. “What’s the point of being strong without others around to use that strength for?”

Boscha paused, frozen in place. Why did she care so much about being strong? She shook the thought away. She wouldn’t be distracted, not now! So what if people were afraid, that just meant they acknowledged her power!

“Boscha, are you really okay? Maybe we can find something else to do.”

She roared, lashing out against the human that had beaten her so easily, utterly dominating the fight. A perfect reversal. It didn’t matter if she was alone, she was doing just fine!

“You just burned your friend!”

Who cared if she hurt Skara!? What did it matter if everyone left her!? Each thought was punctuated by a vicious blow against the human, who was curiously not attempting to defend herself.

“Hey, at least you’ll always have me, right?”

She didn’t care… She DIDN’T CARE!!! With a scream, she sent Luz flying again. “Fight back! How can I prove my strength if you don’t fight back!!” She needed to prove herself, she just had to! If she didn’t then everything was for nothing!! The fights, the attacks, the scared glances and whispers in the hall, ...Skara. None of it was worth it if she couldn’t prove it!! “Why aren’t you fighting anymore!?”

With a slow steady pace, Luz strolled over to Boscha, heedless of the harried blasts of flame sent her way; each went flying wide. Mentally, she tallied her injuries; her left shoulder was one good bop from dislocating, three of her ribs were cracked, she felt as if she had a hairline fracture running along the length of her right arm, and she’d probably have to be careful around tough foods for a while. As she finally made her way to Boscha, the almost rabid Witch twitching with violent energy, she looked her in the eyes, and said the only thing that mattered, “Because you’re crying.”

As the murderous fury cleared from her face, Luz watched as Boscha unconsciously relaxed, slowly reaching up to her face, astonishment clear as her fingers came away wet. “What? But I-! I don’t-. Why is this?”

Calmly placing both hands on the girl’s shoulder, Luz asked her, “Is this honestly what you want?”

“I don’t know.” Boscha mumbled, before gaining a feverish energy. “I Don’t Even Know!! All I know is that you came into my life, and the world doesn’t make sense any more!!” Her vision grew thick with increased tears, all but blinding her. “I don’t know what I want! I just keep feeling angry, and scared and I don’t understand anything anymore!” Snot started flowing from her nose as her tears increased even further, actively sobbing now. “I-I just, I just want the world to start making sense again.” She clutched her head, a pained look on her face. “What am I even doing!? I was attacking kids in the street! I went so far beyond anything I’ve ever done to someone! And Skara!” She cried out. “I BURNED SKARA!!! What’s WRONG WITH ME!?”

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, desperately ignoring the screaming pain in her limbs, Luz slowly helped lower Boscha to her knees, bringing her in close. She… was out of practice on giving this kind of comfort, but the least she could do was try. “I can’t say I understand what you’re going through, not entirely. But I think I might have an idea to help with your temper issues.” She gave what she hoped was a reassuring grin.

Boscha gave her a hopeful look. “You mean it?”

Luz nodded firmly. “Yeah. I’m not sure how to help you with the rest, but I can help you with this.” She held out a hand. “Just let me take a look at that wound on your hand, okay?”

With a shaking tentativeness, Boscha reached out, showing the injury to the girl.

Luz sucked in a breath. It was worse than she had feared. The Lacrima was sunk deep; any chance of extracting it was officially gone, not without the backlash killing the girl. She sighed. “Yeah, I can help with this, but it’ll hurt. Are you sure?”

“Yes!” Boscha exclaimed, an almost mad desperation in her eyes. “Please!!”

“Okay.” Luz stated, bracing herself for any sudden uncontrolled attacks in response to what came next. “This is going to hurt, okay?” At Boscha’s nod, Luz added. “And while I’m not sure I can help with your existential crisis, I can be there to help, if you want me to.” Not giving Boscha a chance to respond, Luz grasped the Lacrima… and shoved it all the way in, gritting her teeth at Boscha’s ear-splitting scream of pain. As the pain ran its course, luckily without Boscha letting loose any spells in a frenzy, the girl blissfully lost consciousness. With a tired sigh, Luz slung the exhausted girl over her shoulders, wondering how she could or would explain all this.

Eh, she’d figure something out.

#the owl house #fairy tail #owl house au #fairy tail au #owl house crossover #fairy tail crossover #luz noceda #willow park #gus porter #hieronymus bump #boscha the owl house #skara the owl house #magic #amity blight

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Midnight Striga: Fairy Tail/Owl House Cross Fic Episode 3 Final

Hello all, here comes the conclusion to Episode 3 of Midnight Striga! Everybody Clap Your Hands!!

Light flashed before her eyes.

‘Ugh, what’s happening?’ She groaned.

“... think she’s waking up..”

‘Where am I?’

“...ting some water…”

“Oh Titan, my head is pounding!” Boscha moaned, clutching her throbbing head. “Just what happened?”

“Maybe you could tell us that?” A voice said to her side, an angry note to it. Turning to look, Boscha was mildly surprised to see Skara’s one friend that wasn’t part of their usual group, what was it again, Bo? Bo, standing next to her, holding a clipboard and an incredibly pissed off expression. “From what the girl who brought you in had to say,” She began, furiously scribbling at the paper before her, “You somehow got your hands on a crystal that boosted your magic, and was also negatively impacting your thought process.”

Blinking, Boscha laid her head back, trying to process. “I think, maybe? I can’t really remember.”

Bo scoffed. “Oh, how convenient.” She muttered something else under her breath.

Feeling her temper spark, Boscha bit out. “What was that?”

Bo gave a harsh glare, something that surprised Boscha. “Just that’s it typical you somehow gained amnesia after what you did.”

“What did I even do!?” Boscha demanded, throwing her hands up. At the bolt of pain rushing through her arms, she quickly realized that was a mistake.

Bo shoved her head forward, looming over Boscha as best she could. “Are you telling me you don’t remember what you did to her?” She slammed a hand against the wall. “Are you!?”

“I don’t know what, or who, you’re talking about.” Boscha growled. “Mind enlightening me?”

“Skara.” Bo said, her voice deadly still. “I’m talking about what you did to Skara.”

Boscha blinked again, bewildered. “What? That’s crazy.” She scoffed. “I would never do something to-.” She paused, her brow scrunching up. “I didn’t… what?” Boscha let out a groan, clutching the sides of her head, images and sounds slowly pouring in.

“Maybe we could find something else to do, you know?”

“STAY OUT OF THIS!!”

“You maimed your friend!”

“I burned Skara.” Boscha uttered, feeling numb.

Bo let out a humorless chuckle. “Yeah. You did. And as one of her friends, I’m obligated to be mad at you, not that I wouldn’t be anyway with what you’ve been up to the last few days.”

“I don’t-” Boscha started, only to cut off as memories started flowing in. Sickening memories. Memories of Demons, many of them kids, quite a lot from right here at Hexside, brutalized and bloody, cowering at her feet. Boscha felt sick. Now, by no means was she a particularly empathetic person, and she was very cognizant of that, but even Boscha had limits on what she would do to someone, and she would never attack someone who hadn’t crossed her (whether they crossed her intentionally or not was irrelevant, a voice whispered). She certainly wouldn’t have brutalized random strangers and kids on the street so bad they needed serious healing! ...Right?

“You don’t what?” Bo asked caustically. “You don’t know? You don’t understand? You don’t CARE!?” She was almost screaming at the end. “YOU BURNED HER!! YOU BURNED HER THROAT!!! What in the Titan’s name is wrong with you?” Her voice dropped, tears starting to pool in her eyes. “Why would you do that to her? Out of everyone, she cared about you the most. Why?”

“I don’t know.” Boscha said blankly, her mind lost in a haze. She had burned Skara, and attacked random people in the streets. She was broken, that was the only thing that made sense. Ever since that day, when she saw just how small she really was, something inside her had broken. What good was there in giving excuses? Better to be honest.

“I should’ve expected that.” Bo bitterly remarked. She paused, a complicated look crossing her face. “You’re lucky you know.”

“I am aware, but I don’t know what you mean in this case.” Boscha stated. She was incredibly lucky, it was the only explanation for how something like her had managed to last this long.

Bo gave her a scowl, clearly debating sharing what she knew, before her conscience won her over. “Ugh. That jewel you had?” She started, getting a nod from Boscha, before continuing, “It was unstable, or at least the connection it had to you was.” Boscha gave an uncertain nod, mostly following along, prompting a grim smile from Bo. “Basically, the connection you had to it was unsustainable; you were liable to blow up and take the entire school with you at any time. The fact that you’re alive is a Titan’s true miracle.”

“Huh.” Boscha muttered, looking at the pale scar centered in the palm of her hand. “So what happened to it?”

“Oh, it fused with your Heart and Bile-sack.” Bo blithely stated, relishing the look of shock that came over Boscha. “Yeah, there was no way to remove the crystal without it destabilizing and sending the school up in flames, so it had to be implanted in you to complete the process you accidentally started with it.” As she drank in the sight of Boscha’s shock, muted as it was, Bo’s face scrunched up in grudging concern. “However.”

Boscha’s eyes snapped to the girl.

“We noticed something… concerning while looking you over.” Bo said, a genuinely worried frown on her face. “From what we can tell, that jewel is basically permanently boosting your power, but it’s also interfering with your magic at the same time.”

Time seemed to stand still for a moment before Boscha found her voice. “What?” She croaked out.

Bo gave a solemn nod. “I’m afraid so. Whatever process it uses to enhance you is interfering with your bile, and your bile has partially corroded the jewel.” She gave the ceiling a contemplative look. “You’ll basically have to partially relearn how to use magic altogether.”

Boscha nodded, feeling hollow. Even her magic was changed, warped. How fitting.

Bo’s face cleared, her eyes sharpening. “I really don’t want to do this.” She bit out. “But since you’re well enough for it, and she keeps insisting, you have a visitor. Though I don’t get why she wants to see you.” With that said, she turned on her heel and made for the door.

Boscha wondered who was here to see her. Maybe it was the girl who had brought her in, who she knew in her gut was that same human girl who had shown her the truth? Maybe it was Amity, though Boscha felt it was unlike her to do such a thing. As she tried and failed to figure out who it could be, deliberately ignoring the most likely answer, she heard the sharp footfalls of someone approaching.

“Boscha!”

Turning her head towards the voice, eyes widening in shock, Boscha offered no resistance to the flying hug that crashed against her chest. She froze up, uncomprehending. ‘Why?’ She thought. ‘Why are you here?’

“Oh my Titan, I’m so glad you're okay!” Skara cried, pulling back from Boscha. Physically, she looked none the worse for wear from her ordeal, even sporting a nice looking scarf. A scarf that only barely concealed the hand-shaped burn seared into her neck. Noticing the sight of Boscha’s gaze, Skara piped up, sounding far too cheerful. “Oh, you noticed, huh? Yeah, for some reason the healers couldn’t get rid of the scar all the way. I mean, they fixed most of the damage to my throat and all.” She continued, voice holding an almost rambling edge to it. “My voice is fine and all, but I get this cough when I raise it too high. Nothing serious. They think the scar might stick around for a while. It’s a bummer and all, but at least I got this cute scarf!” She finished, beaming, deliberately ignoring the sad, slow shake of Bo’s head.

“STAY OUT OF THIS!!”

“Please leave.” Boscha whispered.

Skara blinked. “I’m sorry? I couldn’t catch that.”

The smell of seared flesh. The choked cough that should’ve been a scream.

“Get out.” Boscha said, desperately trying not to let herself shake.

“W-what?” Skara stuttered, confused. “But Boscha, it’s okay! I don’t blame you-”

The shocked look of hurt in warm, brown eyes.

“You maimed your friend!”

“LEAVE!!” Boscha screamed, lashing her hand out at Skara, flames sparking. With a frightened yelp, Skara leapt back. “GET AWAY FROM ME!”

“B-Boscha, it’s okay!” Skara said, holding her hands placatingly. “It’s just me, Skara!”

“I KNOW!” Boscha yelled.

“Then why are you pushing me away!” Skara pleaded.

“Because you shouldn’t be here!”

Skara stilled. “What? But Boscha-”

“But nothing!” Boscha cried. “Just stay away from me!”

“I’m just trying to help!”

“I don’t need your help!”

Skara winced, edging away from the still burning flames in Boscha’s hands. “Boscha, please, we’re friends, right?” She tried.

Boscha froze, almost paralyzed. “No. We aren’t.”

Skara paused, unable, or unwilling, to process what she said. “W-what?”

Boscha turned away from Skara, eyes fixed firmly out her window. “Just beat it, Skara.” She said, making an effort to sound like she used to. “I don’t want you around me, or you to have anything to do with me. I’m perfectly fine without you, and I definitely didn’t need you barging into my room while I’m healing.”

You could’ve heard a pin drop in the room. Bo stared at the two girls before her in horror; the sheer coldness in Boscha’s words was every bit as brutal as the injuries she had seen the girl inflict on Demon students over the past three days. Skara stood there, rooted in place, tears softly streaming down her face, a plastic grin stuck in place. Without a word, she turned to the door, slowly walking towards it, her pace gradually building, until she broke out into a run, sobs rocking her body.

Bo whirled on Boscha, spitting venom. “You are so lucky healers aren’t allowed to attack their patients.” She spat. She turned, preparing to chase after her distraught friend, before pausing, remembering something. Turning back to Boscha, she pulled out a card. “Here.” She said, flipping the card over onto the windowsill. “The girl who brought you in asked us to give that to you.” She scoffed. “I don’t see why she bothered.” With that said, she took off, heedless of any repercussions abandoning her patient may have in the future.

Without a word, Boscha slowly brought the card to her face, reading it.

For whenever you decide you want help with making the world make sense again, just look me up. Sincerely, Luz Noceda.

And, without making a sound, Boscha cried.

Bump sighed, unsure of how to deal with the situation before him.

“This entire ordeal is ridiculous! Our daughter has always held herself to the most stringent standards of decorum! Isn’t that right, Alador?”

“Hmm? Oh, right right? Now, you said the Abomination was coiled?”

“Alador!!”

Bump sighed again. Odalia and Alador Blight. While they now had some measure of influence over him as the heads of the Parent Creature Association, they were still the same impetuous children they were when they left; Odalia was still an opportunist who would look for any avenue to thrive, whereas Alador was a cold, disconnected fellow whose head was constantly in the clouds, searching for new inspiration, the only uniting factor in the two being their ambition and their pride in their honor. He would need to handle this carefully.

“Mr. and Mrs. Blight, I am afraid the subject of your daughter’s guilt in this scenario is without question, seeing as it occurred in my own presence.” Bump firmly stated, not willing to budge on this. Alador was always the easier of the two to deal with; while always liable to reach for an advantage, he preferred to wait and see, biding his time while indulging his curiosity. In this case, he was eagerly detailing notes on the Abomination Miss Park had presented as her last project before her switch. Bump would admit to being curious himself, but even he found Alador’s… zealous pursuit of his curiosity occasionally off-putting.

“Tsk. And why would my daughter do such a thing?” Odalia demanded imperiously, as if the very idea was such an impossibility that even mentioning it was reprehensible. Bump sighed internally. She always was a difficult one. Proud, dramatic, a natural saleswoman, and fierce rival to Eda Clawthorne, Odalia Blight was as unyielding as she was prone to recklessness. Oh, now that sparked an idea.

“I believe she may have lost sight of her surroundings in her fervor for the truth.” Bump said. He grinned. “Much like a certain other Witch that attended this school, who stormed the Potions Classroom to demand her rival return her prized bookbag, only for it to be revealed her boyfriend borrowed it in order to make improvements to it as a gift?” He grinned at the vibrant flush that overcame Odalia, who loudly cleared her throat at the embarrassing history he had revealed in front of her daughter.

Speaking of which, Bump glanced down, catching sight of Miss Amity Blight, doing her best to seem unphased but clearly miserable. Once again, Bump felt a sigh build up. He regretted how harsh he was with the girl earlier, but, on a smaller level, something to its effect needed to be said. The girl was brilliant, dedicated, and, if the reports from the Library were accurate, unerringly compassionate. Hearing her say such cruelty to a fellow student was shocking.

Bump was well aware of the girl’s intense loathing for cheaters and shortcuts, but he hadn’t thought she would behave so impulsively. Perhaps she had had a different plan and felt compelled to change it? As Bump glanced at the one-sided bickering of Odalia attempting to gain Alador’s attention, he believed it was very likely.

“If I may speak again?” He asked, gaining the two “adults” attention. “Amity is in no trouble beyond what you deem necessary. The confrontation was fairly private, and none of those present will speak of it, myself included.”

“You are sure of this?” Odalia asked, eyes gleaming in calculation, a similar look tucked into the recesses of Alador’s.

“Completely.” Bump affirmed.

“Excellent!” Odalia cheerfully stated, clapping her hands. “We will have a more in depth discussion with Amity in our own time. Rest assured, such an incident will not occur again.” With that said, the three Blights rose to leave.

“If I may have a word with Amity before you leave?” Bump requested.

Odalia pursed her lips, before nodding. “You may, but please be quick. Alador and myself will be waiting outside the door.” With her piece said, Odalia dragged husband along as he fiddled with the sample of Willow’s Abomination he had somehow managed to obtain.

“Do you have anything to say, Miss Blight?” Bump inquired, now alone with his scholastic charge.

“Indeed, Principal Bump.” Amity stated, as prim and poised as always, much to Bump’s mild chagrin. Her parents had certainly done their best to mold her into a proper socialite. “What I said to Willow was… unacceptable. I allowed my own disbelief and feelings of resentment to goad me into a foolish action. When I next encounter the human, I will apologize for my conduct.” She bowed. “However, I do not believe I can bring myself to apologize to Willow without receiving one in turn.”

“And that is perfectly alright.” Bump reassured, much to Amity’s apparent shock if the way she started tipping over was any indication. “I had a discussion with Miss Park after Boscha and Miss Skara were taken to the healers.” He idly noted how Amity tensed up at the mention of her friends. “She will be required to repair all the damage that resulted from her… outburst, as it were, without the use of magic. She genuinely regrets losing control of herself to such an extent, and is willing to offer you an apology in an official capacity.”

“That is… good to hear, sir.” Amity shakily stood, a look of shock, confusion, and… something else crossing her face. “When next we meet, I will attempt to exchange apologies with her.”

“Good, good.” Bump said, a look of content.

Amity gave another bow. “Will that be all, sir?”

“Indeed, Miss Blight. That will be all.”

As Luz awkwardly stumbled through the door of the Owl House, she was greeted to the sight of Eda attempting to strangle what looked like some kind of land-adapted sea monster, with Hooty and King tag teaming another, her Workers long gone.

“Hey kid! Glad you made it back!” Eda cheered, turning to get a better look after her foe finally gave up the ghost. “So, did everything go okaaaaaayyyyyyyyyOOOOHHHH MY TITAN!!!! What happened to you?!?” She demanded, taking in the sight of the plethora of bandages, healing coven glyph stickers, and scorch marks that coated Luz’s body.

Luz grinned sheepishly. “I got a job.” She shrugged. “Surprise?” And with that, she pitched over.

#the owl house #fairy tail #owl house au #fairy tail au #owl house crossover #fairy tail crossover #luz noceda #boscha the owl house #bo the owl house #skara the owl house #amity blight #odalia blight #alador blight #hieronymus bump #king the owl house #eda clawthorne #hooty the owl house #magic

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Owl House AU Ideas, ZA FOURTH!!

This one is another crossover, but a bit more serious than my last. Show of hands, who here has heard of Black Clover! Really? THAT many? Alright!! Note: This is incomplete, and will be expanded upon at a later date, or at request.

Clovers and Owls!: The premise, the cast of the Owl House exists within the world of Black Clover. Bonesborough is a refuge hidden within the outskirts of the Clover Kingdom, populated by one of the two groups of descendants and survivors of the Elf Tribe massacre and runaways from the Forest of Witches, its inhabitants are gifted with incredibly powerful, and incredibly unusual forms of magic. Near totally self-sufficient, the residents of Bonesborough are a complete unknown to all but the highest levels of the Magic Knights, (technically, the actual king is supposed to know as well, but he is so incompetent that he never learned.) the nature of the residents being elves is unknown, all that is known is that they are the reclusive descendants of Witches and are wary of outsiders. Amity: In this story, the inhabitants of Bonesborough include the Blight family, which boasts a proud lineage as descendants of Licht the Sword Mage. Unfortunately, the Blight parents don't exactly live up to their heritage, being isolationist paranoiacs. At an early age, they, along with one other family, experimented on Amity in the hopes of creating the "Ultimate Elf Mage" as a deterrent in the event of another conflict between Humans and Elves occurring. Due to Amity baring a lack of identifying marks to prove the experiments occurred, along with the Blights' influence with Bonesborough, they managed to escape punishment, though not unscathed, as they lost a large amount of prestige. While Amity bares no memory of the experiments, she is plagued by chronic pains, fortunately non-debilitating, and is fully aware of what her parents were accused of doing, which she completely believes they are capable of. The experiments linked Amity, as well as the other test subject, to the same reincarnation spell as the old Elf Tribe, granting her an immense boost to her already massive reserves of magic, but the modifications to her being resulted in Amity being ostracized as an "unnatural child" and a profound sense of loneliness. Amity wields Catalyst Magic, allowing her to borrow the magical abilities of others in exchange for having none inherent to herself. Amity's variant allows her to wield all her available elements simultaneously, blending them together into incredibly complex workings that even seasoned veterans find impressive. The alterations done to her body have resulted in Amity gaining the ability to store and feed shards of others magic, granting her access to magical elements she would otherwise be without due to not having an appropriate mage on hand, however, she must be careful not to fully expend her shards or she will use them up and lose access to the magic they contained. Another alteration has made it so she can store and wield Anti Magic, but use of it prevents her from using any other form of magic and causes her pain, as it damages her body from within. One of Amity's greatest strengths is her innate affinity for mana, allowing her to detect and record the flow of it perfectly at all times, something she possessed even before she was altered, and may have contributed to her parents selecting her for the experimentation process; her senses are so fine that Asta, someone born without mana and is thus a void in the senses of other Mages, is perfectly detectable to her, as she can feel the ambient mana of her environment flow around him and his own lack of inherent mana.

Luz: In this story, Camila, along with an infant Luz, were on the run, attempting to avoid those seeking to exploit Camila's powerful Healing Magic, with their trek eventually leading them to Bonesborough. Upon reaching the isolated town, Camila managed to plead her case and set up residence for herself and Luz. Growing up as the sole full human in a village populated by Elf-Witch hybrids, Luz experienced isolation from others early on, though she some how always managed to keep a cheerful grin on her face, even when it was just to hide the pain inside. While very similar to her Canon self, Luz is a bit more thoughtful and level-headed in this AU, with the nature of her abilities necessitating her thinking things through before she actually does them. A passionate ray of sunshine, Luz always attempts to look on the bright side of a situation, with a natural flair and charisma that allows her to sway all but her most staunch adversaries. Luz's magical abilities are considered truly unique, as the composition of her mana is technically on the level of members of Royalty, yet its unusual nature presents difficulties for others to sense her true power, with only elves and certain members of royalty being able to truly gauge her magical power, with anyone else getting a reading no different than the average peasant. Luz's magic is known (in homage to her original series) as Wild Magic. Wild Magic, in this setting, is the fundamental magic of nature itself, the use of which causes Luz to literally merge with the magic and mana around her. Due to the current risk of losing herself in the mana, Luz often restricts herself to lower-level feats, creating the illusion that her magic is merely a form of environmental manipulation. Luz is desperate to learn more about humanity and the outside world, so when a chance to join the magic knights to gain intel was offered, she jumped at the chance. Boscha: Boscha's parents were part of the same group as Amity's, with Boscha serving as the prototype for their experiments. I'll spare you the gory details, but to test the feasibility of tapping into reincarnation magic-based forms of empowerment, Boscha's soul was forcefully extracted from her body and shoved back in through a reincarnation spell, known as Evil Eye. Boscha is far faster, stronger, and more aggressive than nearly any other mage her age. Due to the extant of the experiments conducted on her, Boscha's Evil Eye is always open, warping her mind into a near-feral state, and her original flame magic became corrupted into Demon Flame magic, a form of magical fire that can devour other forms of mana, and even the soul itself. Because she had so many more noticeable signs of alteration, Boscha's parents were unable to escape justice for what was done to her, leading to their exile into the Grand Magic Zone outside the Clover Kingdom. Like Amity, Boscha was heavily ostracized due to her altered state, but whereas Amity grew despondent, Boscha grew angry and bitter. Boscha has a horrible temper, and craves violence to a degree that frightens even herself, yet despite her flaws, Boscha is unwaveringly loyal to those she cares about, with Amity and surprisingly Luz counted among that number, and surprisingly friendly to those she isn't against and even to those she technically is! Boscha is incredibly proud of her skills, and any slight as to her strength and ability will near always result in violent retaliation. Boscha wields the power of Manticore, an artificial Fire Spirit created through the same experiments that resulted in her current state. Unlike other spirits, Manticore is nearly mindless, only showing any form of intellect and personality when called upon in a fight, and even then only in the loosest of senses.

As always, feel free to ask questions, comment, or use the AU as you please.

#the owl house #owl house au #luz noceda #amity blight #boscha #black clover #black clover au #black clover asta

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