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It is a curious thing, how I see beauty in death rather than life.
The stillness of a body,
skin translucent with colorful veins seemingly floating to the surface.
The whisper of a last breath,
the vivid red of blood like roses pooling around them.
Yes, death is beautiful.

Or perhaps I am simply jealous?

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ImageAs children we romanticized the idea of magic; making moving pictures painted with beautiful fairies and exquisite beings influenced by the colorful illustrations depicted in history books. Witches were wicked, they said, wizards would enchant girls into falling in love with them and then eat their hearts. The movies twisted these stories, selling the idea that with a few magic words and the wave of a wand, one could change their fate entirely. Such ideas weren't foreign, the wealthy had always had the resources to pour their efforts into searching for spells that could grant eternal life or cure ailments that the poor suffered from day in day out. Witches they called them and the old families suffered, burning at the stake, at the hands of the very ones who had so romanticized the idea off magic. In order to protect themselves, the wealthy hid their abilities. They used their magic in only the most subtle of ways to keep themselves in power, passing down their secrets from generation to generation. They lived in constant fear of being discovered and persecuted and so, using their influence, they built a wall to separate the wealthy from the common people.



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ImageWhat became of the rest of humanity? Without the use of spells to keep them youthful, they used technology and science, developing medicines that were regulated by the government and using the internet for just about everything. They made strides in their advancements, protecting their territories with large robots that could be operated via a pair of humans. The more advanced they grew, the less of a need for magic there was. People once more, began to fear magic, they thought witches to be demons hiding in the bodies of their loved ones. After all, their abilities had no place in this world. Their very existence became illegal. In some cases, they were seen as sick and in need of healing. Others saw them as nothing more than trophies that could be exchanged for necessary resources. As the world continued down the road of supposed advancement; those with the old gifts of magic continued to hide in plain sight, disguising themselves as normal humans. To prove that they were not evil, that magic was not to be feared, one girl took upon the burden of taking up a name to fight against evil on her own, perhaps with the occasional assistance of her trusty servant.



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☛ Master Erika Harrington☚
☛ 15 ☚
☛ Female ☚
☛ Aki Adagaki ☚
☛ Bunny ☚



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☛ Servant Clover Flora Bellbottom ☚
☛ 3 ☚
☛ Female ☚
☛ Vanilla ☚
☛ The_Queen ☚



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☛ Eamon Harrington, the Older Twin ☚
☛ 15 ☚
☛ Male ☚
☛ Glenn Radars ☚
☛ NPC ☚



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☛ The Familiar, Fiyero☚
☛ 200 ☚
☛ Male ☚
☛ Tomoe ☚
☛ NPC ☚



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☛ Ex-Girlfriend Seraphina Remington ☚
☛ 16 ☚
☛ Female ☚
☛ Julis Alexia Von Riessfelt ☚
☛ NPC ☚



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☛ Sister Maple Bellbottom ☚
☛ 3 ☚
☛ Female ☚
☛ Chocola ☚
☛ NPC ☚



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☛ CCC Leader Karma Norse ☚
☛ 25 ☚
☛ Female ☚
☛ Tenryuu ☚
☛ NPC ☚




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☛ Older Sister, Estelle Harrington ☚
☛ 22 ☚
☛ Female ☚
☛ Kaori ☚
☛ NPC ☚



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☛ The Watchman, Alistair Remington ☚
☛ 18 ☚
☛ Male ☚
☛ Shintaro Kisaragi☚
☛ NPC ☚



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☛ The Jester, Julian Langley ☚
☛ 14 ☚
☛ Male ☚
☛ Hideri Kanzaki ☚
☛ NPC ☚



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☛ The Protector, Theodore Langley ☚
☛ 20 ☚
☛ Male ☚
☛ Haizaki Shougo ☚
☛ NPC ☚



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Rules

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☞ All of the content in this RP is original, from layout to bio sheet. I made everything from scratch and it was a painstakingly slow process. If it resembles any of your work I'm sorry, but I have three people who can attest to the fact that I have only gone between the same two tabs and one of them was youtube. ☜

☞ If you're thinking of joining purely to alleviate temporary boredom and have no plans to finish your character or ever reply DO NOT JOIN. If I know you to be one of those people I will reject your reservation through PM. ☜

☞ Congratulations on making it to the first password! Please name me one song from the Imagine Dragons, Smoke and Mirrors album. ☜

☞ Proper grammar, spelling, and proofreading is required at all times. If English is not your first language that's fine, simply do your best and don't forget to proofread. ☜

☞ Anime face claims only, I apologize to those who don't watch anime or are simply pissed off by the fact that I don't like real face claims. If you need help finding one I suggest Tumblr, animecharacterdatabase, or simply PMing me with a description of what you want them to look like. ☜

☞ As far as species goes you have two options. You can either choose from the list above, or provide your own. This brings me to the second part of the password! State your species and the role you'd like to reserve in the OOC along with your face claim. ☜

☞ Again if you have no intention of ever replying, DO NOT JOIN. There is a minimum of two replies per week. If you can't do it, please PM me as to why. If you can or if you'd like to reply more frequently, that's great! ☜

☞ Let's keep gore to a minimum. I don't need descriptions, just an outline is fine. Let's keep this PG-13 people! ☜

☞ No Mary Sues, Gary Stues, over powering characters, perfect persons, or God Modding. ☜

☞ You must submit your WIP within 48 hours, if you are a no show after that I will give away your spot. Once your WIP is submitted you have five days to finish. ☜

☞ You will receive three warnings if you do anything to upset the balance. Once you strike three you're out and your character will be eaten as the vampire's next feast or will become the hunter's next kill without warning. Thank you for your sacrifice. ☜

☞ If you simply disappear without warning and find that I've killed off your character, please PM me as to why you were gone. If you have a good enough reason then we can discuss something. If you reply with, "I didn't feel like replying for a whole two weeks." I won't bother responding to your PM. ☜

☞ Plot will be discussed in the OOC. There are a few main points I will outline. Most of the characters will already know each other, but you won't be required to fill out a Character Relationship sheet. It is optional although highly recommended. ☜

☞ That's it! For the final password highlight the text below. ☜

If you're truly committed, just say so in the OOC.

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Clover purred, a light blushing coming onto her cheeks as Erika rubbed away at her ears. "Get a room you two!" Mallier snickered lightheartedly, although anyone was free to pet Clover and it derived a different sort of pleasure than the one that only Erika could make her feel. Khryia seemed to jump right in, wanting to join the petting party until Cookie interrupted them, coming between Clover and Erika and Khyria. He took Clover's hands, his cheeks flushed red. Clover tilted her head to the side, instantly knowing that something was up. It seemed that Cookie too, had been housing a crush on the kitten this whole time. Clover's cheeks flared vibrantly, her tail standing upright in surprise. She had always thought of Cookie as a good friend, but it seemed that he too, was not immune to Clover's kitty charms. She seemed to have a way with familiars; girls, boys, it didn't matter.

"C-Cookie!" The kitten stuttered as the ferret ran away, tail between his legs. No, not metaphorically either. "I'll go get him!" Khyria offered, taking off after the ferret. As Clover sat stunned in her chair, Mallier bent over in pain, clutching her stomach. Clover's eyes widened, she gripped the handles of her chair and pushed herself forward a few feet before getting out of breath. "Is Mallier okay?" The kitten inquired, a frown gracing her delicate features. Khyria returned, carrying Cookie wrestler style and setting him on the ground. "What's wrong?" Khryia set Cookie down, whose tail sagged in shame. "Is the baby coming? We need to get back home!" They had no time for a car though, they wouldn't be able to make it back to the city hospital on time. What else could they do? Clover wracked her brain, trying to recall if there was something in either her herbology books or alchemy that could be used to remedy the situation.

"Can Khryia fly everyone back?" The kitten asked, concern written clearly across her features. The dragon took the handles on her wheelchair, pushing her forward. "Is there anything we can do?" It seemed the familiars and kitten were at a loss, unfamiliar with the birthing of humans or how such a concept even came about. Sure, they had instincts, but familiars didn't give birth the same way that humans did.

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As Cookie ran off, his heartful feelings confirmed, Khryia was quick to chase after the ferret, the dragon naturally faster on her feet than the furry little creature. Right then Mallier almost fell to her knees, holding onto a railing in order to not fall down completely, her face pained, a grunt escaping her throat. "Mallier!" Erika took her arm, helping keep her up, guiding her to the porch. There wasn't any furniture inside but at least outside she could sit down on the steps, viewing the nice wooded area around them. "No, I'm not... it's not coming." She said, face screwed up in discomfort. Erika looked at her tummy, it was clearly swollen a bit but not to the extent that would mean the baby was coming to term. It had only been a few months, after all.

"Just... really nauseous. I need to lay down." Nausea, could Clover handle something like that? They didn't have alchemy materials here but herbology? Plants were all around, and Khryia was good at creation magic! "Khryia, can you make a mortar and pestle? And then a pot?" The dragon nodded, setting the quivering Cookie down to make the materials. Cookie did his work too, wiggling his little fingers to help get into Mallier's head and dull the nausea. A slightly brown mortar and pestle was made to grind plants together, and there was a pot too. "Um, Clover, tell me what you need and Khryia and I can find the plants." As for Cookie, probably it would be good to get water so the furret nodded, running off to find a river to fill the pot up with water.

Erika hugged Clover, ruffling her ears once again. "Okay, let's go get the stuff! Clover can stay here and protect her Eamon's pretty wife!" With a snicker Khryia dashed off into the woods to gather the specified plants they would need for the anti-nausea brew that would help her. Once the baby was closer to term probably Mallier would have to stay in range of a hospital, wouldn't she? Would she still be able to help spearhead the London Reclamation project that she was so looking forward to?

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Nausea? That was it? That was definitely something that Clover could handle. Khyria magicked up a mortar and pastel as well as a pot. The kitten wouldn't need the pot, nausea was a simple fix really. "Clover needs peppermint, lots of it and lavender if Khryia can find it." The kitten unstrapped herself and slid out of the wheelchair and onto the floor, crawling forward in the grass to sit beside Mallier as the others rushed around to gather what they needed. "Mallier will be okay?" The kitten wanted to know in concern, hoping that the human was alright. She wasn't going to lose the baby, right? Clover placed her hand on Mallier's stomach, it was too early to feel any kicking of course, but Clover didn't know that and had always heard that when you touched a pregnant woman's stomach, you could feel the baby inside. "Clover does not feel baby."

Her tail swished as they waited, starting up a small fire to brew the water since Cookie had gone through the effort of going to get it. Once they had the ingredients, they ground them together and added them to the boiling water, then stirred a few times. It was poured into a cup afterwards and handed to Mallier to drink. "Peppermint and lavender tea helps nausea," the kitten explained to the others, who no doubt had no idea why Clover had requested those ingredients other than the fact that they could be used to help Mallier. Once their human was feeling a bit better, they managed to go inside the house to look around. It needed a few repairs and upgrades, a bit outdated. They would also need to put something on the staircase so Clover could go upstairs to the bedroom area. For now, Khryia carried Clover bridal style so that they could see each room.

"This one," it was technically the attic, there were cobwebs and dust mites, but a large open window. Clover felt like a princess in a castle as they entered, the window the only light in the room. It was on the top floor, the third one and looked out over the fields. "Clover wants this room," she decided, but her dreams were quickly crashed to the ground. "Sorry Clover," Mallier said, cheeks slightly red from the combination of tea and the heat. "But it would be
a bit hard to put you in this room." The kitten's ears drooped but she nodded in understanding. "Okay, Clover understands," her tail hung limply, having stopped its excited swishing. "Let's find another room that would suit you better," there were no bedrooms on the first floor, but there was an office, a playroom, a large living room, a dining room, and a kitchen.

On the second floor were plenty of bedrooms and bathrooms, as well as what was more than likely a playroom. The third floor was the attic and in the basement there was also a large window, it had been renovated to be an entertainment space but hadn't been finished yet. "Clover likes the house," she decided. "Clover can't wait to move here."

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Erika and Khryia dutifully gathered everything they needed for the brew, peppermint and lavender. Khryia was more useful than her at this, using her dragon's snout to find the materials, almost an armful of peppermint and a stalk of lavender. "Will this be enough?" Erika turned around to face Khryia, the dragon shrugged. "Clover never gave an amount, but I sure hope so! I want everyone to be happy!" She bounded forward, tail slapping the ground with each step, clearly in a bit of a rush. "How did it go with Cookie?" Erika asked her as she tried to dash to keep up with her dragon familiar. "It was okay." The dragon said with a half smile. "I told him that all us familiars love Clover! There's something about her that's almost irresistible. Fiyero the Stupid feels it too, but I hate him and he sucks."

It wasn't the fact that she was an anima, since Maple was too and she didn't have the same sort of effect on the familiars. What could it be? Well, Erika knew that better than anyone. It was the uncontrollable cuteness embodiment that Clover was, just begging to be pet and protected and spoiled all her life. The shadow mage and the dragon returned to the farm, the water was already there and they watched Clover finish the brew to cup for Mallier to drink. Once her stomach settled she sat down again, Khryia holding Clover. They toured the place and Erika got a good view of it all. The room Clover wanted she probably wouldn't be able to get to. "What if I do this?" Erika summoned a tentacle and then she planted it on the ground, another one too. This way there would be something to transport people up and down the stairs.

"When can we move here?" Erika asked Mallier, who shrugged. "Your discharge is soon, isn't it? A few days after that to give you time to pack your things and say your farewells, and then I can arrange a drive." It wouldn't be long now, within the week they'd be here, wouldn't they? "We'll have to get lots of toys and fun things to do here." Erika told Clover, already thinking of kitty scratching posts and a ball and other little things she could play with to exercise and get strength back into her body. Erika's hearing was improving each day, and she hoped Clover was improving a bit too.

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Clover was a bit disappointed both in the fact that they couldn't move in earlier and the fact that she wouldn't be able to have the bedroom on the attic floor, but the kitten would make do. She was just going to have to move into the master bedroom with Erika, which she was fine with, she had just wanted to have the attic too. "The problem is," Mallier explained as Erika set her tentacles on the ground, "the attic is only accessible from a ladder, so to carry Clover up and down everyday, plus her wheelchair, is a problem. It's much easier to install a lift on the banister and then have a separate chair for the upstairs." As of right now, Clover could only propel herself a few feet without gasping and feeling as though her limbs were on fire, but soon, she would hopefully be able to go around without a problem. She was improving day by day, slowly, but surely.

"Clover can't wait to move in," her tail had picked up speed again. It was clear that she was tired of the Spiderweb, the kitten belonged in the outdoors, where she was free to run around and sniff the planets and play in the grass and chase the animals. Instead, she was confined to a house that she couldn't leave without anyone frantically looking for her. Just yesterday, when Clover wasn't in her room because Fiyero had taken the handles to her chair, Maple and Sera had gone around looking for her, close to calling the others to pull off a search, but Clover was simply being fitted by Eamon for a new design of his. She would never be a hero again, but Eamon wanted to surprise Clover and Erika with their original Blue Lotus and Tiger Lily suits.

They loaded up into the car to head back home, Clover already tired from a full day of activity. She lay her head on Erika's lap as they drove across the bridge, most cars heading in the opposite direction to explore possible options in order to recolonize what was left. Mallier was going to go ahead and design the house and fix it up so that in a few days time, they could move in and call it their home. "Clover will miss Eamon and Mallier," she would miss Cookie, Julian, and Theodore too, but Clover felt awkward saying it considering Cookie had just confessed his feelings. Perhaps, a part of Clover had known the entire time, but she also knew it was cruel to give him any sort of hope or accidentally lead him on.

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The next day passed by as a flash and the day after Erika was finally discharged, cleared to come home. She could actually hear a tiny bit now, not just vibrations but actually sounds. Not well, and only with sufficient volume but still, she was able to hear again. Poor Clover would have to suffer a house with Erika playing her flute way too loud in order to hear it, even if it meant hurting the kitten's ears. After returning home to the Spiderweb they were given reward gifts from Eamon. "Here, try them on." He said with a big smile, throwing two costumes at them. "I know their time is over now, but I still missed those early days with the Tiger Lily and the Blue Lotus. Think of this as a memorial to them, okay?" Erika cried, hugging her brother close. He had always been there for her, but now they were separating and she wouldn't be able to rely on him anymore. She would have to stand up on her own two feet from now on.

After a few days of prep, the farm party was gathered. Fiyero of course whispered into Clover's ear as a farewell, "I was probably in love with you or something." He said with a wink as Mallier gave goodbye pats to everyone, especially her mother in law, Rosemary, who she had worked with extensively. "It's not forever, right?" Julian asked, as soon he would be leaving in order to begin traveling the world with Cookie and seeing all that it had to offer. "I'll send souvenirs back to you guys! I'll be Julia, world traveler, just you wait!" Theodore to everyone's surprise, had decided to stay in Ancient London. "I think it'll be good to help the city become a place where people can flock to and live in again." He trusted that Julian would be able to stay safe, off in the world alone as he would be.

"Don't worry." Mallier said once Erika, Clover, Khryia, Seraphina, Alistair in his wheelchair as he could only walk for a few steps a day, Rosemary, and Maple got into the car, Sera at the wheel of course, driving with one hand. "Even once we're apart, we'll all still be a family." And so the car headed off, a few hours trip before they reached the farmhouse. Everyone had gotten a chance to see it now. "I call the attic!" Khryia declared with a sudden yell. "That's my room and no one can take it from me!" Once there Sera and Khryia would be hard at work using all their mana to make furniture for everyone. It was a hard task but someone had to do it!

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Maple fussed over Clover every chance she got, claiming that her leaving the Spiderweb had exhausted her, which is had, and that Clover should take it easy for the next few days. Clover didn't want to take it easy though, she wanted to work hard in physiotherapy in order to regain function. "Clover wheeled self today," she told Maple, who pat her head and helped her to her room. "That's great Clover! Soon you'll be wheeling yourself all over the house!" Maple beamed, taking Clover straight to the bath. The kitten tried to resist, but Maple scrubbed her from top to bottom, insisting that she needed to be cleaned. She fed Clover dinner and then tucked her into bed like a little kitten. "Clover isn't baby Maple," the white haired kitty said with a scowl.

"I know, but I can't help but want to spoil you." Maple replied, staying with Clover until she fell asleep and then taking her leave. The next morning, Clover tried to prove that she could do things herself. She awoke early and slid out of bed, legs shaking. The kitten attempted to take a few steps, lifting up a leg, her other knee giving in and sending her sprawling on the floor. That was fine, Clover thought, she could just try to crawl. The kitten attempted to move, but realized that her arms wouldn't respond. It was hard to breathe too, what was wrong? Why wouldn't her body respond? "M-Maple!" Clover called, it was Erika's last night in the hospital, so she wasn't there to help the kitten. "Rosemary!" It was Sera who responded, up early to go for a swim in the Spiderweb's pool. She poked the door open and knelt beside the kitten. "Clover, what's wrong?"

"Clover can't move," she replied as Sera lifted her easily and placed her in bed. "I'm going to get Rosemary, stay here," Clover nodded, she couldn't exactly go anywhere anyways. Rosemary came with Mallier, her set of eyes. Sera had gone to awaken Maple too, who quickly came to Clover's side to see what was wrong. "It's swelling," Rosemary explained. "I can heal it, don't worry." She smiled, "it's probably because you overdid it yesterday." She placed her hands against Clover's back, green magic coming from her hands. Clover's fingers twitched as they regained feeling. "Take it easy today, alright?" The kitten nodded, knowing she was likely going to be on bed rest for the rest of the week. Disappointing, but the comeback was always greater then the setback.

At long last, moving day arrived and Clover was eager to leave the Spiderweb and stop being babied by everyone. She sat in her wheelchair as Maple pushed her, no longer allowed to attempt to propel herself until Rosemary deemed it alright. Technically, Clover was still on bed rest but she had fought tooth and nail to be allowed to leave with everyone else. The kitten sat beside Erika in the car, her tail swishing excitedly. "Clover can't wait to see what Mallier did," when they arrived, the first thing she noticed was a fresh coat of paint. "Mallier made house look good," Clover smiled as Maple picked her up easily and placed her in the wheelchair. Khryia ran upstairs, claiming the attic that Clover had wanted as her own room.

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They drove across the bridge, a few more cars making their way through too. The ocean, Erika remembered it very well, being forced to take Manfred and Victoire over to the old world where civilization once was, forced to watch as her big sister ended her life in a brilliant blaze of glory. If only there was a way to save her, to bring her back, to apologize for not being a better little sister. But in the end there was nothing she could do - worrying about the past would not accomplish anything. All she could do now was focus on the future ahead of her to find a happy ending. "We're almost there." She said, hearing the low hum as the car's engine whirred, trucking along. "Then we'll have to go and see what wildlife we can help domesticate. Is that how farmers get their animal friends?"

Alistair shrugged as he looked at them. "I think in the past farmers bought them from other farmers, but that isn't really an option anymore, is it?" Not if society had become a wasteland. The miasma might be cleared but the scars the Earth had from the old world still had to persist, right? "Are you feeling better?" Khryia asked, still smelling like soft lavender, subtle yet sweet at the same time. She was talking to Clover of course. "I heard from Rosie there was a scare." Rosemary let out a laugh and scritched the dragon's head. "Oh you, you don't have to call me that." Khryia's tail thumped and Sera yelled sharply. "Stop! You'll make me mess up my driving!" She didn't technically have the license to drive because she only had one hand but no one else here was able to so it was up to her.

"But you look too young to be a Rosemary!" Khryia protested with a grin. "So I'm calling you Rosie!" Rosemary chuckled, flattered by the compliment as they turned up the hill, getting close to the farmhouse now. "Oh and also I used to be in love with Clover!" Erika rolled her eyes at her dragon. "Why are all the familiars suddenly saying it now?" She asked dubiously and the dragon shrugged. "Dunno! She smells like a taken girl now, maybe that's why?" Erika gave her a look right in the eyes. "Yes she does, because she's mine." Khryia nodded, looking as cheerful as ever. "Yeah! That makes me so happy, Master!" She wriggled a little as the car parked right in, they were here. They were home.

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"Clover is alright," she replied to Khyria's inquiry on how she was doing. "Clover just fell out of bed is all," well, it was a little worse than that but there was no need to alarm everyone. Rosemary seemed to recognize that Clover didn't want the others to find out and so she chatted up Khryia, making the dragon forget about what they had been talking about and instead professing her love for the kitten, the same way that Cookie and Fiyero had done before her. Clover's cheeks turned a vibrant pink, "Clover does not understand why," she replied, looking away as they pulled up to the driveway. Clover was eager to enter, to see the beautiful work that Mallier had put in. After Maple loaded Clover into her wheelchair and made sure she was strapped in, she stepped aside to allow Erika to take the handles and push Clover into their new home.

The inside had been remodeled to suit their family better. The stairs now had a special lift beside it that Clover could sit in and go up and down in. There were no more odd steps into the living room or kitchen, it was all level now, which would keep tripping to a minimum for their naturally clumsy dragon. "Clover loves it," she breathed in, looking around the main entrance. She knelt down to take off her shoes, placing them beside the door, even though they weren't dirty or had ever actually touched the floor. As they went further inside, they could see the rustic furniture that Mallier had rehomed here. "I think it's gonna need some work before it's perfect," Maple decided. "Yeah, we'll have to give it our special touch," Sera agreed with a grin.

Just outside, what had used to be a green house had been converted into a sitting area. There was a boardwalk that was attached to the house that led around to the lake they had and down the path to the barn. Mallier had wanted the entire property to be accessible to all of them. She had done her best to make the home suit each of their needs. In the family room, there was a grand piano and music stand for Erika to play her flute. In another room, there were cat toys for Clover and Erika to play with together. The kitchen was equipped with special devices for Rosemary to use so that she could cook and bake and whip up anything her heart desired.

For some reason, Clover teared up. For once, she truly felt as though she were home.

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The first week was spent getting everyone settled in, unpacking their things, setting up their rooms and other play areas, Sera and Khryia making any missing furnitures that they might want like a rocking chair on the porch or fences for the field outside for once they decided to find animals to bring in. Everyone was working on how to best contribute to the team effort of turning this home into what would eventually become a true home for them. Erika and Clover's room was quite a nice one to say the least but the most beautiful of all the rooms was allocated to Rosemary who deserved it for all that she had done for them. Alistair was continuing work on his physio, intending on being able to walk for at least an hour every day by the end of it. He and Clover had a lot of work to do but they could do it, Erika believed in them.

The second week consisted more of Erika, Khryia, and Clover doing seed runs at the little marketplace set up near the edge of Ancient London. The London reclamation progress was already on it's way, Mallier setting up the headquarters at what used to be called the Tower Society. By now the last of the humans had left the old world, the island being sealed off again as the anima went back into hiding, never wanting their peace disturbed again. "Okay, this should be good." It'd be best to start a small garden first before turning this into a fully fledged farm. A few lettuce seeds, carrot seeds, tomatoes and potatoes too, the basics were here. Clover with her herbology knowledge could attest to their quality. Maple then set up a grave for Estelle on a mound behind the farmhouse, with the inscription, Here lies Estelle Harrington, who gave her life to help bring us back to the old world. When she thought no one was looking, Maple cried for her old Master. She hardly noticed Rosemary wrapping her up in a blanket.

The third week consisted of Seraphina and Alistair already packed up and ready to go. "I'm sorry, but we know what we want to do with our lives now." Sera said as she kissed her love on the cheek, holding her close. "I can always come to visit, we won't be far." Alistair had chosen to become a builder, intending to study old London building to learn how they worked and then draw blueprints to help make the old city beautiful again. "You can do it, Alistair. I'm happy you know what your passion is now." Erika said to her first ever rival. He scratched his head with a blush and nodded. "Yeah, I am too. I can't fight crime anymore, but I can still help people with this." Sera, oddly enough, was going to open up a shelter for hurt and abused children so that they would have a safe place to run to. Erika had a feeling it was going to accidentally become an orphanage. "Once you want to get married, you can join me at the shelter, okay, Maple?" She winked, proposing casually right then and there. What place did she buy to turn into this shelter? Why, the former Museum of Hope for Peace of course!

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At long last, Clover was off of bed rest and could do more than just lay around in bed and pretend to read books as she counted the hours until Rosemary would give her the okay to start up physiotherapy once more and perform activities around the house. Even though she wanted to do things, Clover had to learn the boundaries of what she physically could and could not tolerate. Going to the market with Khryia and Erika was fine, as long as Clover didn't attempt to wheel herself and let the others take the handles of her chair. She enjoyed going out and seeing the beautiful town and all of its colorful new citizens. Already, there were plenty of homes and shops set up, cars driving down the street, humans and mages living in harmony, unknowing of who one or the other was; just the way it should be.

When Erika couldn't be with Clover, Maple clung to her side. When Maple was busy with Sera, Rosemary or Khryia watched her carefully to make sure the kitten didn't accidentally harm herself. She tried to help with things like peeling potatoes in the kitchen, which had only cut up her fingers. She had attempted to help Khryia paint but had only spilled more paint on herself than on the wardrobe they were redoing. She tried to help Sera take stock and log things down in a notebook, but the pencil kept escaping her and they spent more time chasing after it then doing any real work. The kitten was frustrated with her inability to help, even if Rosemary tried to assure her by saying that staying out of everyone's way was helping. At the very least, she could sit in the family room and listen to Erika and Khryia practice their duet. The kitten closed her eyes, savoring the sound of music. She tried not to wince when Erika accidentally hit a key too hard, her tail swishing in support. It was Erika who Clover wanted to help most of all, but she didn't know how to.

The day that Sera and Alistair were to part was upon them. The two mages packed up their things, each one having a destiny to forge with their own hands. Maple blushed a deep scarlet at Sera's parting words, hardly able to get a word out before their lips locked and the pink haired mage took her leave. "I have to stay here for now," she placed a hand on one of the handles of Clover's chair. "But one day, maybe," she said, confident that one day, Clover would be well enough to take care of herself. Even if Erika and Khryia were here, the black haired kitten insisted on being at Clover's side, helping her take baths, feed herself, and perform physiotherapy everyday to make sure her body stayed in tip top shape. Just as they had predicted, the bed rest set them back a bit, but Clover was determined to bring herself back up to speed. She worked hard to be able to grip a pencil, then a trowel to help in the garden.

Their first sheep arrived, wandering onto their property in the middle of the night. The sheep had tripped the alarm, trying to flee, but trapped. It was their first animal and even though Clover's mouth watered, she wasn't allowed to eat it. Clover knew nothing about farm animals, she could tell you what each of their parts could be used for, but had never actually seen one up close before. "Erika, look out window." Clover urged her lover in bed, clutching the blanket to her nude chest. "Clover sees animal!"

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Erika awoke to the faint sound of Clover's excited voice, pointing out the sheep out in the window, now trapped in the fence to be one of their new friends, hopefully. "Should we go say hi?" How does one take care of a sheep again? Well some of the basics were already set up, in their fenced in area there was a barn with a push-open door and separate stalls in order to give the sheep privacy, even with straw bedding and the pasture itself was wide enough that they could have a small flock of sheep without needing supplemental feed for them. It was so cute, Erika wasn't sure what to name it. "It's our first sheep!" Everyone was excited for it, as Maple was waving to the poor thing and Rosemary took a picture to commemorate the occasion.

As time went more sheep wandered into the pasture, trapped in like the other. Now they had a nice small flock of five sheep. each having their own personality and tastes. One likes having it's fluffy coating scratched and combed so the family decided to name that one Scritchy, another one always liked to watch Maple for some reason, so they named it Sappy. The other sheep, over there by the tree, always acted a little snobby but loved to pose for pictures so they called it Snazzy. The second last sheep to join the team was lazy and liked to just sleep the day away so Rosemary had the idea to name it Snoozy. And then the last and latest sheep liked to rub it's head against the fence in a vain attempt of escape, or maybe for some other reason. Fency was the name for that one and Erika loved them all.

To stop Khryia from trying to kill the sheep Erika decided to organize another day to visit London. "Let's go check up on Mallier and Eamon at the Tower Society?" Using shadow travel to move back and forth they were faster than cars, that's for sure. The antsy dragon was glad to not have to be tempted to eat the wooly creatures that now lived with them and hopefully Clover liked a chance to see more of the land. The Tower Society already looked better, full of people coming in and out, hard at work at fixing up Ancient London to be livable and prosper. Mallier's lump was very large now, maybe she had two months left before she came to term. "Hey, guys, what's the occasion?" Eamon asked upon seeing them stroll in, Erika holding the handles. "We wanted to visit!" Her twin scratched his head, clearly he was a bit busy but he nodded. There was a few people wanting to come in and report more news to him as he was one of the leaders of the reclamation project.

"Why don't you go see Mal? She might have some news. Sorry, I'm just really busy right now, Berry." Erika gave him a hug and nodded. "Okay, let's go see her. We'll visit again!" As she left, Eamon asked one last thing. "How's mom?" The shadow mage gave him a grin. "She's as happy as can be." Visiting Mallier in her bed, the girl was getting closer to her term now. Sure she could still walk around but Eamon wanted her to just rest for the rest of her pregnancy. "Did you hear?" The little genius asked with a big smile. "It'll be a boy!"

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"Clover wants to say hello," she agreed eagerly with a nod. "Clover has never met sheep before," she reached for Erika to help her into her wheelchair, the two girls going out in their nightgowns to meet their new friends. Rosemary and Maple must have heard them, they came outside to see what all of the fuss was about, their smiles growing when they saw the sheep. "Let's go say hello!" Maple said eagerly, lifting Clover up out of her chair since they couldn't take it to the field. They took a commemorative picture, the sheep awfully calm in the presence of the kittens, perhaps because they didn't smell like humans. Slowly, Clover reached out to pet the fluffy sheep, Maple too, wanting to touch the fluffy. "So fluffy," Clover marveled, her eyes sparkling. Day by day, more sheep rolled in, wanting to graze in their pasture. They had five fluffies now, each one just as personable as the next. Clover went out to see them everyday, making sure that Khryia had eaten none of them.

Today, they were taking a field trip to London to go visit Eamon and Mallier. Eamon said a quick hello, giving Erika a quick hug before he excused himself to a meeting. Clover waggled her fingers in hello as Fiyero came bounding down, nearly crashing into the wheelchair. "CLOVER!" He bellowed, lifting up the kitten to administer a bone crushing hug. His tail swished as he rubbed his cheek against her's, clearly having missed his favorite kitty. "F-Fiyero," Clover choked. "Put her down you idiot! She can't breath!" Khryia hissed, hitting him on the back. "Oh, you're here too," Fiyero placed Clover carefully back down in her chair. "I've gotta go, don't leave without saying goodbye!" He called, following after Eamon to the meeting. It took Clover a second to catch her breath, but once she did, she was fine.

They headed up to see Mallier, who was laying in bed, looking awfully cozy despite her swollen stomach. Clover placed her hand against it, feeling the baby within. It kicked, as though it could tell they were there. Clover's eyes widened upon hearing the news that it was going to be a baby boy. "Clover hopes baby is healthy and Eamon is happy too." Did Eamon want a little boy? Maybe he was hoping for a girl who he could share his passion for fashion with? Either way, Clover was confident that this duo would be the best set of parents. No doubt they were going to be the most caring, doting, and loving guardians for this little bean. "Clover has never met baby before," it was true, she had never even seen a baby.

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"Don't worry, you'll get to see my little rascal the day he comes." Mallier promised the kitten with a grin. The plan was that once she went into labor the rest of the family would be informed and then they would come and get to see. Well, not the actual live birthing, Mallier only wanted Eamon and the doctors there for that but otherwise once it was done she wanted to show everyone the beautiful baby she and Eamon had made. They really were in love, and Erika was glad that the Harrington line was going to continue. "Does it hurt?" Erika remembered bits and pieces of her own pregnancy and all of it was filled with awful pain. She didn't want her friend to be in pain like that too. Mallier gave her a twinkling smile.

"No, not really. It's different sure, and sometimes my joints ache and my tummy's sore, but it doesn't hurt. It feels good, because it means my baby's on the way." Wasn't she young to be a mother? She was only sixteen, the same age as Erika now! But still, she was determined to see it through. The genius looked at her with a curious tilt of the head. "You're wondering about Astra, aren't you?" No, she wasn't... was she? Astra was her daughter, born from miasma. Was she dead? Was she alive? She was taken from her and Erika had been glad to have the parasite gone, she never wanted a child. But a part of her couldn't help but be curious, too. She would never acknowledge the child as her own... but she still hoped it could be happy somewhere far away from her. "Astra is in a research facility, Erika." Mallier told her with her uncanny ability of knowledge gathering. "Former scientists of the CCC moved her to be researched and experimented on. When we did the ritual, Astra was sealed away so the magic couldn't reach her."

Which meant exactly one thing. The miasma still existed in the child. Erika's stomach lurched, but she shook her head. Nearly deaf like this, there was no way they'd be able to fight this. "Don't worry, some heroes will come one day to solve that problem, but that isn't our job anymore. So let's just enjoy the peace, don't be so grim!" Returning to the farm, the three of them were glad to be back with the sheep. "Come quick, look at this!" Maple cried, gesturing them all over to reveal a strange scene. Rosemary had fallen asleep picking apples from a tree and the five sheep were sleeping around her, one even right near her lap. It really was a strange sight, but an adorable one as well.

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The days on the farm were long, Clover was working harder than ever, occasionally set back by the swelling which would paralyze her body, but for the most part, she could now hold things and crawl across the floor with minor assistance. Maple was planning to join Seraphina any day now, once she deemed Clover well enough to no longer need her help. Her sister insisted on her joining her love, but Maple wasn't convinced. She seemed to cling to Clover, as though afraid that just like Estelle, the white haired kitten would disappear.

Time went on, Maple took her leave a few days later, saying a tearful goodbye as she got into Sera's car, the two reuniting with a kiss. Mallier's baby was born healthy and strong, the entire family there to greet their newest number. Clover marveled at the small body and tiny hands, the baby opening his eyes almost instantly. "Oh no! Isn't it too soon for them to be open?" Maple asked worriedly, holding Sera's hands. "Humans aren't like animals, it doesn't take a long time for them to open their eyes. Although, they're a bit late in the other departments," namely walking and talking. "What are you gonna call him?" Fiyero asked, perched beside Eamon, the beaming new Father. They were young, yes, but they were proud. "Hmm, what should we call him?" Mallier asked with a smile, but it seemed that she and Eamon already knew.

"Yana." They said in unison, a firm decision.

Clover's tail swished all the way home. Any day now, Rosemary was confident that Clover would be able to take her first steps again on her own. It took some work, but Clover was ready to use the walker, making her way slowly across their living room, her legs giving out after getting midway. She was paralyzed for the next few days, her body attempting to make adjustments. Rosemary didn't want Clover walking too much, but since the kitten could now propel herself in her chair, she wasn't too unhappy about it. Their little family continued to grow, cows, ducks, chickens, and even a pig! Their farm was full, their fields thriving. Clover used the herbs and plants to mix brews that Rosemary and Erika could sell in the local market. It wasn't often that Clover left the house, but one night, on a special occasion, Erika took her out for dinner at the new restaurant that had opened in town.

Rosemary drove them, having regained enough vision in one eye to navigate the roads. The two girls sat at a fancy table on a porch, fireflies trapped in a jar on their table to illuminate their faces. Clover's ears were twitching at all of the new sounds, her ears taking in every new smell. She could hardly focus on her delicious meal, people watching the two with innocent curiosity. When dessert came, a large chocolate shell was sitting on a plate and when the waiter poured hot caramel over it, a box was within. Clover's eyes widened as Erika took the box and knelt down on one knee, opening it up to reveal a stunning ring, a ring that had once been Rosemary's. The kitten's heart felt as though it would beat out of her chest. She nodded, hands clapped over her mouth. "Yes!" Clover cried, falling out of her chair as she flung her arms around Erika's neck.

Rosemary was waiting for them at home, she knew of course, but hadn't said a word. They took pictures, called the others to announce their union, and began to make preparations for the wedding. They would be having it at the farm and day by day they worked hard to make it as beautiful as they had imagined. When the day of the wedding arrived, there were plenty of surprises in store. Eamon had designed their dresses, Mallier hired a hair stylist. Maple, Sera, and Khyria were the bridesmaids. Mallier could not be one because she was married, but that didn't stop her son from being a ring bearer.

Clover had one last surprise for Erika, who had walked first down the aisle accompanied by Rosemary and Eamon. Fiyero and Maple walked side by side, Julian and Theo together, Sera and Alistair going down last. Clover rolled herself to the beginning of the white carpet and parked her wheelchair, she rose to her feet, taking her first steps in who knows how long, unassisted. She beamed, seeming to glow as she walked down the aisle holding nothing but a bouquet of flowers. Close to the end, the kitten tripped, Erika quick to catch her and set her upright on her feet.

"Do you, Erika, take Clover to be your beloved, to have and to hold? In sickness and in health?"

"I do."

"And do you, Clover, take Erika to be your lovely wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"Clover does."

"I know pronounce you happily wed, you may kiss the bride."

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