Lionsheart

I've slowed down a bit on writing on this that I apologize for not posting more of. Here's to another chapter and the plot thickens haha! Chapter 13: Initiation Luna sat down next to Wren at the dining hall for dinner that evening, “You’re like, glowing, Wren.” Wren shrugged, “New skincare routine… called being in a coma for a week. You should try in sometime.” Luna laughed with a nudge, “It seems more like a ‘I just had sex’ glow but the coma makes sense too.” Was it that obvious? Wren blushed in thought. Her eyes glanced to a few tables over to see Nate not as his usual table. As the dining hall filled up, she was looking for him but he never came. She was expecting to go to the game with him after dinner, but maybe she’d meet him at the game instead. Wren paused, not ready to see him so soon and recovering still from what happened that morning. She blushed deeper, thinking about her wearing a diaper and him cleaning her earlier. It was embarrassing, yet made her melt for him even more. “You’re glowing today, Wren.” Pixie chirped, sitting down at the table with her food as Frederick trotted behind. Frederick looked at Wren curiously with his yellow eyes and then back to his plate of food. “I never understand what ‘glowing’ means. I mean, she’s not radiating.” Frederick looked to Luna and Pixie in confusion, “If that were the case, I’d be concerned of radiation poisoning.” He mumbled, going to his food. Pixie explained, “It’s like an after-sex thing, ya know?” Luna, Wren and Frederick went quiet, always being taken off guard by Pixie’s comments. “I thought Wren was pure and virgin this whole time.” Frederick stated as everyone laughed together. After the group ate, Wren looked around the dining hall in the case Nate would be around. He wasn’t and Frederick left early to meet with his team. “I think I’ll go to the restroom before we go.” She said, getting up. Pixie and Luna waited in the dining hall for Wren to return. Wren walked down the halls to the restroom, turning the corner as her head was covered by a sack and she lost vision. She began kicking and screaming as she felt a person grasp her from behind. Wren felt a prickly feeling grow from her toes to her face suddenly, making her quiet and restful in a sleep. What felt like a few moments pass and she woke up, eyes blinking and adjusting to the dim room. She heard water drops onto a wet surface as her eyes made out an expanse room with a flowing water mote that went through the room. The ceilings were high and there were no windows. It looked like a creepy basement she found herself in. She flinched as she saw figures standing around her with pointy hooded cloaks on. They were chanting lowly and Wren looked to the ground, seeing a fire start under her chair as she gasped and tried moving away from it, yet she was tied to a chair. She wrestled the ropes over her hands for a moment, realizing it was pointless. Wren gulped, looking at the figures standing around her and seeing slight differences. One figure was shorter than the rest. Two figures were tall, five others went in various sizes between. Two figures in the five medium heights had dark burgundy cloaks on. The others had different colors. Wren gasped as the fire flickered a light blue, almost white as it spread out in five directions on the ground and circled into a perfect star within a circle pattern. Was Wren getting sacrificed? Wren thought, seeing the satanic looking circle underneath her flicker and a figure walking up to her. Wren closed her eyes, expecting to feel pain. A moment passed and she felt her hands roughly taken, the ropes on her hands being cut off and the person removing the ropes taking down their hood. Wren squinted at the person, seeing a familiar face, “Luna?” Luna’s brown eyes looked apologetic, “I’m sorry, Wren.” She said, nodding to her an going back to the circle. Wren shook her head, beyond confused what was happening as the chanting stopped completely. Two other people took their hoods down. Wren’s eyes flashed in hatred as she saw the faces of Sin and Jinx Sinister. Sin approached, taking a blade out of her pocket of the cloak. Wren had her hands untied, yet she didn’t move a muscle, eyes watching in horror of the knife near her. Sin raised the blade as Wren winced and Sin raised her other hand, cutting herself with the blade, “To our High Priestess, may she live forever. I devote my life to her and this coven, forever she may live.” “Forever she may live.” The group said in unison as Sin’s blood dripped between the stone slits in the ground that the fire flickered out of. Sin passed the blade to Jinx and Jinx did the same, “To our High Priestess, may she live forever. I devote my life to her and this coven, forever she may live.” Wren’s mouth gaped open, looking at Jinx do the same and bleed. She handed it to Luna, who repeated the same phrase. Luna passed the blade to another person who remained with their hoods on. The fourth hooded figured revealed themselves. Wren looked at them as they showed their faces the 5th being Draconia Killbourne who was one of Jinx and Sin’s half vampire half warlock friends. Wren’s eyes fixated on the last hooded figure that was one of the two tall figures in the coven. The figure let down their hood as Wren’s mouth dropped in shock as he took the knife. Nate’s apologetic sea blue eyes met Wren’s shocked ones as he said, “To our High Priestess, may she live forever. I devote my life to her, forever she may live.” He said darkly, taking the knife and slicing his palm as his blood dropped down. He stuck out the handle of the knife to Wren. The fire changed colors as blood dropped and Wren could feel a tingling in her fingertips. “You take it, cut and say, ‘Forever may we live.’” Wren stood, looking at the knife and into Nate’s eyes, wondering if she was falling in love with the devil himself as the flames flickered in the reflection of his eyes as she met his in uncertainty. She looked down to the knife, not knowing if taking it was the day her life ended or began.

I love how you painted this world and the characters within it so far. It is well-written and I can't wait to see where Emily and Alex create next in the dreams!

Chapter 13: New Flesh Wren woke up and shifted, feeling the crinkle of a soft diaper wrapped around her waist. “Good morning, my little baby, Guinevere.” Nate murmured in Wren’s ear, cuddling her with her head on his chest and his hand on her diapered bottom, patting gently. Wren completely forgot where she was and who she was with from the incredible sleep she got the night before that she woke up in a daze. Wren picked her head up, shifting slightly and feeling the urge to pee, “Good morning.” She mumbled, eyebrows knitting together, “What time is it?” Nate chuckled at her messy hair and sleepy voice, “It’s 8AM, sleepy baby.” He said, fingertips tracing the leak guards of her diaper as she slowly stirred awake. She looked like a small lion and he just wanted to coddle her. “I’m just going to pee real quick.” Wren said, feeling pressure increasing on her bladder the more she was awake. She tried pushing up off of Nate but his other arm quickly snaked around her back and held her down. “It’s cute that you think you’re allowed to use the restroom already.” He said lowly in her ear as she gasped, eyes looking at him with a flash of surprise by what he said. “You’re not serious, right?” She asked, shifting as she really needed to pee. She didn’t go to the restroom since before dinner yesterday and honestly was surprised at this point she didn’t wet in her sleep. Nate smiled with a flicker of playfulness, “Does someone need help wetting?” He asked in concern, as if she genuinely needed help. Wren blushed, feeling her face hot as she hid her face into Nate’s t-shirt, “Nope, I’m good.” She said with a twinge of annoyance that he was really going to make her wet herself. It was cute and all yesterday when he mentioned he was into her potentially using the diapers but now the reality was setting in and Wren had to deal with his true motives head on. Nate moved Wren onto her back as she grumbled and he grabbed her arms. He put them above her head as he leaned over her. A mischievous flicker was in his eyes as she looked up to him and he smiled wide like a lion about to pounce. His eyes darted to her neck and back to her eyes. Wren’s eyes widened, “No-Nate, No!” She yelped as he leaned into her neck and she tried to hide it but he was too quick, blowing kisses into her ticklish spot as she squirmed below him in a fit of laughter. What was worse is he held her arms with one of his arms and then took his free hand to start exploring for new tickle zones. He began at her armpits, then he stopped kissing to her relief and he moves down to her stomach. She giggled a little bit, but not to his liking yet so he trailed down to her legs. Wren was slightly sweating from the need to pee as he tickled under her knees and she gasped in a loud laugh. “Another ticklish spot, hm?” He asked although he knew the answer. He began to reposition himself to lock down her legs to start her impending tickling but the moment he moved she also did. Wren squirmed away from him and tried rolling off the bed but he grabbed her ankles and quickly pulled him towards her. “Please no, Nate!” She yelped as he turned her over and locked one leg in a slight bend with putting his own leg under hers and gripping her ankle. As much as she writhed, she couldn’t get out of his strong hold. “Bad girl. Next time you try to run away from being tickled I will spank you, understand?” He said in a serious tone as the room went silent for a moment and Wren squirmed, awaiting her punishment of tickles soon to be unleashed upon her. “I rather have that right now instead of this if it’s on the menu.” Wren said as he smiled to her, humor flicking across his eyes. He ignored her request, beginning to tickle underneath her knees as she squealed in giggles. “HAHAHAHA, NATE! Please I’m literally going to pee myself! Stop!” She writhed more underneath him as she felt her bladder fail her for a moment and pee trickle out in a small squirt. Nate was chuckling as he watched her and she moved more under him. He could tell she was close to wetting by the more frequent squeals she made. “Babies wet themselves all the time. You can’t help it, you’re just a baby, Guinevere.” He said in a belittling tone between his breaths. It did become a workout trying to hold her down and tickle her. He moved knees and tickled the underneath of her other knee. Wren felt her bladder completely let go as she laughed loudly and he kept going. Her body squirming less as the diaper filled in warmth around her bottom and front section. “I want to test one more tickle spot.” Nate said, seeing her face get red and her laughs dwelling. She looked more relaxed and he could tell that she must have wet. Wren looked to him confused, wondering if he could tell she just wet. Nate flipped Wren onto her stomach as she blushed, feeling the warm squish on her crotch and realizing the urine hadn’t settled in the diaper yet so her front section of the diaper bulged more. Nate took off her socks as she gasped. “I wet already Nate, no need to continue!” She said, her foot curling as she tried pulling away. “I don’t think you’re done wetting yet, Guinevere.” He said behind her as he continued his torment, his fingertips quickly brushing the sole of her foot. Wren squealed in giggles. The feeling of his soft fingers brushing her soles making her feel a bit hot and bothered as he tickled, and he was right: she wasn’t done wetting. She felt her bladder give out on her again. Wren scrunched her face, feeling the wetness gather near the crotch of the diaper. As gross as it was, the dirty diaper clinging to her and pushing into the right places made her wet in a different way. How fucked up am I to like this? Wren thought to herself as Nate ceased his torment, letting go of his grip. Wren rolled over and sat on Nate’s bed, looking to him timidly as she wiped her tears from laughing so hard away from her face. “Come here.” Nate commanded as he sat and leaned against his headboard with a motion for her to crawl onto him. She obeyed and let him pull her into him, “Diaper check time.” He said in her ear in a sultry tone. Wren bit her lip as she looked up to him and then down as the diaper that swelled around her. It was now looking embarrassingly large after she wet it. She nuzzled her head into his chest in humiliation as his hand touched the front padding, eliciting a moan from Wren. Nate shifted in surprise by her excitement again, “Someone likes that, hm?” He tilted his head to get a better look at her face as she looked up to him with a slight nod. Nate chuckled lightly, his chest rumbling on Wren’s face as he pressed in again and she moaned once more. He then kept pressing, altering pressure on her squishy and warm diaper. She kept moaning as it felt better and better, but not enough to make her climax. To say the least, it was a tease for Wren. He sighed with a shake of his head, “You are so naughty this morning that I think maybe I should clean you and give you a proper spanking at this point.” He said as Wren moaned with a gasp when he touched her a last time. His words sending her close to the edge but not enough. It was like he was purposefully teasing her! So unfair! She thought. Nate moved her onto the bed and went to the bathroom, grabbing some wipes, a towel and something else he slipped into his pocket of his dark green plaid pajama bottoms that Wren couldn’t see. He came back with his supplies as she awaited him obediently. His eyes bounced happily at how she looked to flushed and excited for him. He placed the towel on his bed and patted the center of it for her to lay on top. She quickly climbed over to him as he laughed at her hunger more of his touch. Nate pressed into the crotch of her diaper as she moaned as she pushed against him and he scolded lightly, “Naughty girl.” He said, getting aroused from seeing her so excited in a dirty diaper. He removed the tapes of the sides of her diaper and opened his wipe package. Nate pulled down the front of the diaper and went to work, being sure to not touch her wet and red center with the wipes for a good minute. Wren was waiting for him to wipe her on her button, but he didn’t for a hot second. She groaned as she could almost tell he was trying to tease her at this point. Nate chuckled at her groan, grabbing a new wipe and quickly wiping her center parts, “There we go, all clean.” She groaned and threw her head back, starting to feel frustrated. “Spanking time, Guinevere.” He stated after he rolled up and threw out her dirty diaper. He sat on the side of the bed as she crawled over his lap. What happened next, she didn’t expect so suddenly. His fingers grazed her sweet spots and touched her for a few moments, rubbing her as she moaned loudly. Then he dipped into her for a few moments, pulling out after a good minute as she groaned again. “Can you please stop teasing me, Nate?” She asked as she laid there and tilted her head towards him in a pout. “When you say it like that it only prolongs your situation, hm?” He says with a serious and reprimanding tone that just makes her more excited as she groans again. She gasped in pleasure as she felt something cold and hard go into her and Nate snapped his fingers, the object inside of her coming to life and rocking back and forth with a slight vibration inside her, giving her a pleasurable feeling but not enough to get her to climax. “You’ve been a very very naughty baby, Guinevere.” He said again to remind her why she was getting this treatment. Wren squirmed in pleasure as whatever inside her kept her on edge as his fingertips grazed her bottom and he gave her a hard spank. Wren moaned, “Nate!” Nate smiled, knowing that she was kept on the brink of excitement as he began spanking her more and she squirmed underneath him. He continued for a good few minutes until he decided he teased her enough. “I think it’s time for someone’s treat.” He murmured as he snapped his fingers again and the magical bead inside her thrusted and vibrated harder inside. His hand rubbed her on the outside as she was sent over the edge. Nate kept touching her afterwards and didn’t stop the magical bead to her dismay as she kept moaning and built up to a second orgasm. After the second one he kept going and she shuddered into a sweet third one. He snapped his fingers and pulled the magic bead out. His mind musing that she was multi orgasmic and he would surely have fun with her going forward. “What a good girl.” He praised as he took a wipe, wiping her wetness on her lower regions off. Wren crawled off of him, kneeling on the bed and kissing him as her hand went down his abdomen and his hand grabbed her wrist quickly. His eyes narrowed to hers as he pulled away from their kiss. “Ah, ah, ah… do you want another spanking already?” He asked. She pulled back, “Sorry.” Wren said, blushing and feeling like she did something wrong. Nate kissed her forehead, “It’s okay little one, you’ve been such a good girl this morning.” Wren smiled and got off the bed, “I should probably go back to my dorm before Pixie thinks I was abducted by a witch cult again.” She said, eyes trailing to Nate’s bedside alarm stating it was already 9AM. Nate nodded, smiling warmly, “What are you doing later tonight?” He asked, leaning back a bit on the bed as her eyes looked at the magic bead still in his hand, a bit embarrassed on how excited she just was. Wren went to her clothes that were on the bed, putting on the skirt but putting her dirty underwear in her satchel. She shrugged, “I think I’m free?” Her eyes went back to the thing in his hand, “What is that, by the way?” Nate chuckled, looking down at it then to her, “It’s a magic sex toy, Wren.” Wren blushed, “It was nice.” She said, finding her socks on his bed and putting them on in a hobble. “Mhm, it seemed like you liked it.” He mused as humor played at his expression as he watched her try to fix her messy hair before she left. “Tonight I was going to the game, I was going to ask if you’d like to go with me?” Nate said after a few moments lost in his thoughts. “On a Sunday night there’s a game? What type?” “It’s the opening night for the Garlock Tournaments game.” Wren nodded, “Oh yeah! Frederick’s in that. Is it okay if Pixie and Luna join us?” Wren totally forgot about the opening night! Maybe it was the fact that she was in a coma for a week and forgot what day it way. Nate nodded, “Of course.” He said with a warm smile as she went to his door. “Thanks Nate for the urm-“ She trailed off, “really nice time, yesterday and today.” Nate chuckled, “There will be much more, Guinevere. I’m not as nice as I was today so don’t get used to it.” Wren blushed at the thought of what that meant, “Bye, Nate.” She said, not commenting on the last part of his statement before she slipped out of his room. Wren came back to her dorm, wrinkling her nose as she realized she smelled like baby powder or, quite possibly, urine from the morning activities and hoping Pixie was still sleeping when she came in the room. “Wren! I have so much I wanted to tell you!” Pixie exclaimed, already fully awake as she heard the door open. Wren said, “I just want to take a shower real quick if that’s okay, Pixie.” She said, wondering if she smelled like urine or baby powder and not knowing which one was worse to be caught with smelling like. Pixie said, “It’s really quick things though, just give me a second or two!” She said, running up to Wren and looking at her friends messier hair with a paused, “You two had sex, didn’t you?” Pixie asked suddenly, wanting to know. Wren bit her lip, “Yes, Pixie. We did.” Pixie squealed, “I knew it!!” She jumped up and down, “I’m so happy for you!” She paused, smelling her friend, “You kind of smell stale though to be honest. Maybe you should shower first, no offense.” Wren’s mouth fell in a line as she blushed, walking to the bathroom, “It’ll be 3 minutes tops and I’ll be back!” She ran into the shower quickly. Wren hopped out a few minutes later with her bathrobe on and her hair up in a towel as Pixie immediately attacked with questions, “Was he good in bed?” Wren blushed, “Really good, Pixie. Phenomenal.” She said, a bit embarrassed thinking about what had happened and that she had orgasmed more than she could count on one hand. Pixie smiled widely, “I’ve always heard mermen are really good in bed. A bit on the overwhelming side too, but I heard they have something where they’re really into oral due to their powers or whatever.” Wren was drinking water as she almost spit it out, “Pixie!” Her and Pixie began giggling. “Is it true though? Has he already went down on you?” She asked, light pink eyes curious. Wren sighed with a blush, “Yes he has.” Wren paused for a moment, “Did you say for their powers?” Pixie nodded, “It’s like a thing. They get euphoric feelings on doing oral based on their partners excitement and it also helps their powers or something like that. Look it up on Reddit threads, I promise I’m not making it up.” Wren blushed, wondering what that meant as she shook her head, feeling dizzy from the subject and wanting to change it, “So what did you want to tell me?” Pixie sat crossed legged, “So the whole witch cult trying to sacrifice you thing we were talking about yesterday, I figured out what I think happened to you!” She excitedly pulled her book out and opened it on a tabbed page, depositing it on Wren’s bed as Wren’s eyes traced the illustrations of a ritual with a huge moon near the woman drawn on a stake with a fire around her, “It’s in latin but I Google translated it and it says that on a full moon if a white witch is sacrificed, the white witch is struck with incredible magical powers, everlasting youth and healing powers.” Pixie paused, shaking her head at the text, “But if the sacrifice of a white witch happens on a Blood Moon, the white witch gets struck with the above BUT also becomes the High Priestess of the coven.” Wren squinted at the page in confusion, “Wh-what does that even mean?” Pixie explained, “That you’re the new leader of the cult, whether they like it or not or even know it yet.” Pixie got more excited as she spoke quickly, “And get this: if the High Priestess dies the coven also dies. That’s why they sacrifice white witches, because white witches are immortal which in turn makes them immortal.” Wren shook her head, “There’s no way that happened, Pix. If so, wouldn’t they have already came to me?” Pixie shrugged, “I’d say they don’t know yet. They obviously were stupid enough to sacrifice a white witch on a Blood Moon.” Wren shook her head, looking down and realizing what this may mean. It sounded great to Pixie, yet not to Wren. Wren didn't say it, but she was either dealing with incredibly stupid witches or incredibly brilliant ones that must have known she was a white witch. She gave it to Pixie for having an optimistic viewpoint, yet to Wren, this was as close to a death sentence she could ever get if she was truly immortal. This meant Wren was part of a deadly cult and, by the sounds of it, didn’t have the choice to walk away since she was now bound to this group of witches and warlocks she didn’t know. Whether Wren was now a leader of a witch cult or it's immortal slave, Wren didn't know yet but she had a feeling she'd soon find out.

I'd say it's a Harry Potter inspired story mixed with inspiration from Halloweentown, American Horror Story Coven and a bit of other stories, movies and shows I've consumed growing up based on magic and fantasy. I tried to not to do a fan fiction or anything because I am no J.K. Rowling in writing by any means and did not want to disrespect her writing with a not as well-written story haha! I'm a big Harry Potter fan though and I think it's hard to not write elements as close to hers since I grew up reading and watching the movies half of my life.

Thank you for the compliments of the story! When I saw your comment I did lol because I fell off the face of DailyDiapers for a hot second so it's understandable that you didn't read this at first or stick with it. I think on the 'I, Bot 404' story you commented something similar about that story not being your thing either and I'm happy to have another story up your alley, it seems I'm doing something right here! 😅 I've mentioned laptops and cellphones so this is based in the 2000's for reference. It sounds like your onto something with the ideas! Maybe the next few chapters may validate your thoughts(or possibly not), I guess we shall find out! Disclaimer for this chapter: detailed sexual scenes and finally after 12 chapters... diapers. Chapter 12: Mine The platform glided back to the restaurant entrance and Nate and Wren got off. Nate took Wren’s hand in his, leading her out of the restaurant. Wren knowingly just agreed to be Nate’s girlfriend and she couldn’t help but feel flustered by knowing that that night, she would potentially have the most incredible night of her life. Being with Nate made her feel beyond alive and she couldn’t begin to imagine having him every day. He was a lot, but everything she wanted in a significant other. Tall, dark, handsome, dominating, caring, ambitious and kind. He had it all and she was almost scared to fall for him. He was almost too good to be true. Nate and Wren walked along the cobblestone street of Aeradon to an alleyway that went down a stairwell. Wren thought they were going back home but it seemed Nate wanted a detour. Nate pulled her around the corner and into the brick wall as he pinned her forearms above her head, lunging into her neck with kisses for the second time that day. Wren giggled and writhed, “Nate! It tickles!” She laughed loudly as he chuckled and leaned into her with his warmth, showing how equally he was excited with Wren. “Don’t act like you don’t like it, Guinevere.” Nate murmurs into her ear, his fingers grazing underneath her skirt in the alleyway, brushing her sweet spot and smiling as her panties were quite evidently wet. “Someone’s wet, hm?” Wren blushed as he let go of her arms, taking her wrist, “We should go back before someone wets anymore.” He said huskily, knowing what he already wanted to do with his new little girl soon to be baby. Wren resisted moving as her eyes caught the small lit up shop at the end of the alleyway, “Can we go in there for a second?” She asked, looking up to Nate’s longing eyes. Nate looked to the end of the alleyway at Fiddlewick’s Wand Shop, wondering why she wanted to go in there. He didn’t question it and just nodded as she walked down the steps and lead into the shop. Wren walked into the antique looking store that had wand boxes lining every wall. An older man with spiraling gray hair under a small pointed hat perked up from his nap by the chime of the door, “Welcome in.” He looked confused to see two college students walk in, “Looking for a wand repair?” He asked, going around his desk as Wren’s hand touched the boxes, reading the types. Nate began, “No, just looking.” He nodded to the older man who nodded, sitting back down in boredom. Wren walked around the main wall of the shop to the back where more of the expensive wands were that more trained warlocks and witches held. Many of them were collectibles from previous famous and infamous witches and warlocks. Wren knew from books that a lot of the wands didn’t work with anyone outside of their original holders. Wren picked up one wand that was made of elephant tusk and ash wood, grasping it the way Nate taught her a few months back. Nate watched with a smile placed on his face, thinking how cute it was watching her try to do magic. Wren pointed in front of her, doing the motion she saw Nate do. The next thing that happened, she didn’t expect. The older man behind her said, “Please don’t touch-“ A boom sounded and the wand spurted out, causing the other wands in boxes to quickly fall, a shelf suddenly breaking. Wren, Nate and the older man’s mouths dropped, seeing how a simple flick of her wrist caused so much damage in his shop! Wren said, “I’m so sorry!” She said, quickly disarming the wand and feeling the electricity in her fingertips tingling almost through her body. Did she just really use magic?! Did this mean she had powers still? Her brain was in a frenzy of what just happened. “Guinevere.” Nate said in a warning tone as he quickly held a large group of wand boxes up and preventing them from falling out. The man came over as she was about to put away the wand back on what was left of the shelves, “Ah, ah- if I can see that please.” Wren wanted to run out of the shop at this point for ruining this poor man’s shop with one moment, but she resisted, giving him the wand. The man read the end of the wand box underneath his small glasses and then to Wren and the damage on his wall before saying, “This isn’t your fit. I have something else to try.” He said, humming to himself as he walked around the shop and finding what he was looking for near the wall with the rare wands. He brought it back to her and opened the box, bestowing it to her in a bow, “Try this one with the same motion but to that door.” Wren looked at Nate who was carefully watching her, wondering how she suddenly had powers. Wren took the black wand that had a cool feel to it and heavier than the last wand. She pointed to the back door as the man told her too and did the same wrist flick as an invisible force came out of the wand, slamming the door with a crack and shifting some of the wands nearby. The door dented and Wren gasped, disarming the wand again and putting it quickly back in the box the shop owner held. “I’m sorry, I should go!” She said, looking at Nate who looked like he was going to spank her right then and there. It probably was the worst night to accept being his, Wren thought. “No-no you aren’t the first person to break my door and shelves, nor the last.” He muttered as he began humming and going to his rolling ladder, “That was magnificent but still not the right fit. You have power, lots of it that no amateur wand will do.” Nate looked down at Wren, in awe that she just picked up a rare horsetail and red oak wood wand and was able to produce still such a powerful blast. Fiddlewick came down the ladder and presented her with his last attempt in matching her power to a wand that could suit her magical needs. She bit her lip, eyes looking over the lightwood wand as she grasped it, her fingers tingling in the magic almost immediately as the shop owner nodded to the door again, pushing up his glasses as he watched her flick her wrist and a swirl of illuminated mist glided through the air in a spiral to the door in a solid thud, dissipating before hitting it and falling onto the ground in a reflective dust. “How much part white witch are you?” The shop owner asked curiously gazing to Wren who disarmed the wand and looked at the beautiful wand in awe. Wren looked up to the shop owner’s eyes as her eyes flashed, wondering how he’d know. Was it the glitter that gave it away? She shook her head, “I’m not-“ “It’s okay, you don’t need to tell me. I hate to say it but, this is the only one I have in my inventory that will work right for your kind.” She put the wand back in the box, her fingertips feeling the ghost of the cool wood and tingling it gave her, like the wand was alive underneath her grip. He eyed her as he went back to his desk with the box. Her and Nate followed him to the counter. Wren was curious, “What is it made of?” He held the wand and tilted it in the light and twirled it slowly as it’s swirled handle showed, “Pegasus hair, dragon scale and white oak. A blend of potency for only the strongest warlocks and witches.” He looked at it as if he were sad to give it away, “In my thirty years, I told myself I wouldn’t give this away until the right warlock or witch came in and I knew it was you, the moment you broke my shelving.” He said, sighing as he put it in the box. Wren gulped, “How much is it?” She asked, going to her bag and knowing her college allowance probably couldn’t afford it. “Seven hundred silver...” Wren blinked, knowing she couldn’t afford that. That was close to $3000 dollars in the states! She knew most wands were closer to a few hundred dollars. He paused, looking to her, “however, in the wrong hands, the silver would not matter as this must be yielded by the right witch. I will give it to you for 105 silver.” Wren went into her bag for her wallet, knowing she had to get this wand that called to her. Nate looked down to Wren, “I’ll take care of it, Wren.” “No, I-” She stopped as Nate already handed his card to the shop owner. He already paid for dinner and now this, she felt so bad! Nate was a gentleman taking care of her like this and she didn’t know how to repay him at this point. Minutes later, Wren and Nate walked back to the broom parking lot with Wren’s new wand in her satchel, “Thanks Nate.” Nate smirked down her, “You have some explaining to do, little girl.” Wren blinked as they approached the broomstick and Nate paid the meter. He collected his broom off the rack, letting it hover horizontally again as Wren shoved her satchel in the back storage. Nate lifted her up once more as she gasped at the sudden loss of gravity and his strength picking her up. He placed her on the front seat this time, sitting behind her and grabbing the broom, “I’ll teach you how to ride, my baby witch Guinevere.” He murmured into her ear as his hands interlaced over hers and he guided her to grip the broom. “Are you sure about this, Nate?” She tilted her head towards Nate who already pushed the broom forward as the picked up in altitude. The broom zoomed forward as Wren took in a cautious breath, scared of flipping them over somehow. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything bad happen.” He said near her ear. Wren began breathlessly laughing as she could almost feel the steering of the broom as Nate let up his grasp on her hands. He gave her control for the moment as she pressed forward, the broom gliding faster. “Miles per hour over here is 60 MPH, little one, slow down a bit.” He said, instructing her as she leaned back a bit into him, feeling her bottom making contact with his lap. Wren and Nate glided back to the castle as Nate whispered, “Put your hands out and just feel it for a moment, I’ll hold you.” Wren looked back, “Won’t we fall?” “No, just trust me.” He said behind her as she slowly let go of the broom and so did he. She outstretched her arms, feeling the broomstick keep consistently gliding straight towards the castle as she laughed in excitement and pure feeling of freedom as she rode with her hands out. She looked at the castle in front of the dark blue skies of the night and eclipse moon in the distance. Nate held her hips in the case she lost balance while they glided to the castle. After Wren had her moment, they both gripped the broomstick again, Nate putting more pressure over Wren’s hands in his to land on the balcony of the attic correctly. They got off the broom and he put it away after handing Wren her satchel. Wren was breathless from the ride as she exclaimed, “That was incredible!” Nate smiled as he closed the balcony door when they walked inside, his eyes growing serious as he looked down to her, “Why did you keep that you were a witch a secret to me?” Wren’s smile faded from the serious glimmer of almost hurt in Nate’s eyes, as she shook her head, “I honestly didn’t know until today.” She shrugged. The serious flicker went away as he crossed his arms and leaned against a shelf, “Are you really part white witch?” Wren nodded, “Full. Supposedly from my blood work the other day.” Nate’s hand went over his mouth as it dropped in thought, “Full?” He shook his head in wonder, “Why do you always continue to surprise me, Guinevere?” Wren felt her name from Nate’s mouth in her abdomen as tickling butterflies that traveled lower. Why did every time he said her name make her feel so good? She smiled, “Unfortunately I’m not half human, half awkward girl.” He smiled at her through a serious flicker in his eyes, “Quite unfortunate, but you can still be the weird snake girl. ” He agreed with a slight jab in his Centaurus charming accent. He smiled, tilting his head down to her in thought, “Are you still wet?” Wren felt her face heat up from the sudden question as she found herself alone with Nate Seastone once more and was now claimed as his. Whatever that meant, she was sure to find out. Wren shook her head, “No-“ She stopped as he lunged forward and pushed her against the desk that was behind her and lifted her up onto it. He kissed her and she gasped as his hand traveled easily down to underneath her skirt again, checking her. His finger pushed aside her panties and dipped into her. She moaned into him as he kissed her. He pulled his fingers away, “Looks like someone is very wet and isn’t wearing their diapers, hm?” Wren felt wetter from how suddenly controlling Nate was being in the moment, insinuating that she should’ve been in diapers. The way he spoke, she almost felt like she was in trouble for not being in a diaper already. All Wren could mutter was, “I’m sorry.” She was starting to understand he was roleplaying, his eyes glimmering with a controlling and dominant glance to her. It was as if a light switch was flipped, and Nate had changed personalities. The Nate that only Wren saw when they were alone came out suddenly. It lit a fire inside Wren and she just wanted to be ignited. “Hm.” He said, pulling back and crossing his arms like he was disappointed and thinking, “Maybe a good spanking and a diaper will remind you to behave and wear your diapers, what do you think?” He said as a question, yet she knew it was more of a statement. Wren gasped inaudibly, feeling more excited as she didn’t even know what to say but, “Maybe.” Nate’s eyebrows raised in a slight annoyance that she didn’t say yes, “Maybe’s don’t fly around me, Guinevere.” He lunged over to her, placing her on his hip easily and walking over to the couches near the entrance. He set her down so she was standing and quickly pulled down her skirt and panties. He briskly pulled her over his lap before she had a moment to gather what was even happening. Wren braced herself as a moment fled of her waiting for the first strike. Another moment passed and her bottom was on fire. This spanking was not like the first one she had. This one was more painful and left her bottom raw when he was done and her eyes tearing up. “Since you’ve been such a good girl, maybe it’s time for a treat, hm?” Nate said, as he pulled her up. Wren stood at almost eye level to him just sitting as she nodded, blinking back her tears. He stood and instructed her, “Lay down on your back.” Wren laid down, wondering if this was when they’d have sex. In an attic in the castle? Was Wren ready to lose her virginity? Nate crawled on top of her and began kissing her tenderly for a few minutes and then he began descending. He kissed her neck and then down it as she giggled from the soft kiss tickles. He brushed up her shirt, kissing her chest and her tummy, making her giggle as he blew a few raspberries. “Nate!” She yelped from the tickles as she looked down and he looked up with a look in his eyes she’d never seen before. A look of pure hunger in his eyes as he went back to kissing her lower and lower until her reached the inside of her thighs. Wren looked down as he began making love with his tongue to her sweet spots so expertly. She looked up and moaned, his soft and wet tongue teasing her as his fingers came inside her. Minutes later she was in a state of euphoria from his touch. Another minute passed and she was moaning in a full-blown orgasm racking her body as she shuddered at his touch and gentle mouth. Nate got up from his knees as he looked over Wren who looked sleepy from her sweet moment, still fidgeting a bit. He wondered if she could take another one as his hand caressed her hips and dipped down below again. “You taste so good Guinevere, may I just once more?” He asked, licking his lips as he stared at her sweet parts and wanting a second taste already. It was in his merman blood to be addicted to this and Nate was not good at staying away once he had one taste of Wren. Wren nodded, not expecting him to do it again yet he did. She gasped as he quickly went back to work, “Nate.” She whispered as he began fingering her again and lowered down his face. “Nate!” She screamed as she orgasmed a second time from him. Nate smiled as he got up and picked her up to only set her on the ground. She was still flustered from Nate as he rummaged the attic and came back with a few items, setting them on the coffee table near them. “You were so wet earlier, I think this may help.” Nate murmured, opening the diaper in his hand and stretching it to put under Wren. Wren felt herself still wet in the thought of wearing a diaper as she nodded. He began to slide the diaper near her bottom, she lifted and it went directly underneath her. Nate grabbed baby powder and sprinkled it on her, patting it in so gently that Wren giggled from the touch. Her nose enveloped in the powdery scent as it dawned on her that she was actually being diapered by this handsome specimen of a warlock merman. What in happened in life that she ended here? She thought to herself, basking in the feeling of being taken care of. He adjusted the diaper underneath her and then pulled the diaper over front of her. He made sure to touch the front as she moaned. His eyebrows went up at the cute moan escaping Wren’s lips, wondering if she could orgasm a third time but deciding to not push anything as he probably already pushed the girl to her limit with a spanking, two orgasms and a diaper already. He taped the diaper snugly on and his finger grazed her leak guards as he smiled at how absolutely adorable and sexy Guinevere looked in a diaper and her small top. Wren barely was keeping her eyes open as she looked at him and he smiled back. “Can I do something for you, Nate?” She asked, extending the favor back as her eyes squinted. Nate shook his head with a smirk, “No.” He said, sighing as he picked her up and cradled her on the couch. “Polite of you to ask, thank you, my little baby.” Wren blushed with a small smile with his pet names as she nuzzled into his chest, “Thank you for earlier, for everything, really.” She mumbled as her arms went together as she cuddled into him and Nate chuckled lightly as she was suddenly so cuddly. “Did you want to sleepover in my dorm tonight, Guinevere?” He asked, looking down as she looked to be about to fall asleep. Precious, he thought as he didn’t even want to nudge her awake once she slept. Wren nodded, one eye opening, “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.” Nate smiled wide as he stood with her in his arms, “We’ll have to get you dressed then in your big girl clothes and then we can get comfortable in my room, how does that sound?” Wren nodded in response as he helped her into her skirt. Nate grabbed her hand and led her back to his dorm. As they walked Wren realized that the diaper was crinkly and her butt must’ve looked puffy. Nate could tell Wren walked slower as he heard the almost inaudible crinkle with every step she made. A corner of his mouth raised in the thought that she was diapered, the crinkle only reminding him of her padded. For Wren, the reality of a humiliation kink set in with every step. As they went up a staircase Nate gave her mercy in walking close behind her in the case any other students could look up her skirt. Selfishly, Nate really just wanted to walk behind her to look up his skirt himself as the diaper and skirt were so hot for him to indulge in. Once they walked in his dorm, he locked the door and Wren awkwardly held her arms, waking up more from post-orgasm sleepiness. Nate came behind Wren and leaned into her, kissing her neck from behind as she giggled, “Nate, please no!” Nate pulled back, sparing her of neck kisses for now. He just loved seeing her giggle from tickling, it really turned him on. Nate unzipped her skirt, pulling it off and depositing it on the ground as he pushed Wren on his bed, kissing her on the lips. They kissed for a few minutes until Nate pulled back, eyes studying her wild green ones. Wren asked, “Can you please just fuck me already, Nate?” Nate blinked, not expecting how direct Wren suddenly was, “You think you’re ready still after everything today?” Wren wriggled underneath him, “I’m still wet, if that’s what you’re asking.” She said, blushing. Nate groaned as he nuzzled him head in his shoulder, “I was trying to refrain, but if you’re asking…” He looked at her with a flicker of hunger in his eyes again, “I can’t resist any longer.” He said, standing and getting his magic invisible condoms out from his drawer. He lunged back on the bed, beginning to kiss Wren again as he unzipped his jeans and slipped it on quickly. He ripped the diaper tapes off, opening her diaper as his finger checked her wetness, making sure she was wet enough before he slowly thrusted inside her. He knew she was a virgin and wanted to be gentle. Wren gasped in a moan by how good it felt. Her whole teenage life she heard of horror stories of sex hurting yet this was the exact opposite of everything she thought the first time would feel. Nate slowly thrust into her as moans escaped her mouth and he kissed her, liking the way she moaned into his mouth. Wren looked up at him and his abdominal muscles and sides flexing as he moved in and out of her rhythmically. He began going a bit harder as she moaned louder, surprised by the heat of their moment. She’d be sore tomorrow as he went even harder, yet it made her orgasm as she moaned loudly. She felt Nate shudder suddenly with her as he toppled on top on her, hugging her with a slight sweat as they both breathed loudly. “Fuck, Guinevere, you are incredible.” Nate said, breathless from fucking her as he slowly pulled out, put on his pants and laid with her for a few more moments. Wren was sleepy after the beautiful moment as she quickly slipped into a deep slumber, with thoughts of being Nate Seastone’s baby bleeding into her dreams.

Haha! Glad to hear I got someone😈 Chapter 10: Baby Witch “But- what… how did I not know my whole life?” She asked, shaking her head as she stared at the papers feeling pain and… anger. Specifically, repulsive anger for her parents keep this secret from her her whole life. Why would they do this to her? Why would they ruin her powers and keep her away from the one thing she desired most in this world? She wanted to be a witch her whole life, yet she was one! Now she didn’t have powers and would never be due to the anti-magic vaccines she was given as a small child until she was at witch ability maturity of 13. Wren wanted to throw up and cry at the same time. “This is something you may need to talk to your parents about and we will leave you with your files, they are all copies we have in our office.” Warlock Howl said, feeling slightly annoyed that he had to be the one to give her this news and that her parents failed to talk to her about what they did to their daughter. “We only have a few more questions and we can let you have your privacy.” Wren nodded, blinking back tears and shoving down the pain as fast as she could to not bawl in front of this Warlocks. She already embarrassed herself enough talking about the weird stuff her and Nate did. “Do you remember what happened after you and Nate Seastone were together on October 31st and how you ended up in the forest?” Warlock Howl asked, eyes smoldering in curiosity if they finally could get a lead on this witch trial case that had been opened for decades now. Wren shook her head slowly, “All I remember is I was eating Cheetos and Nate was eating Pringles, then suddenly the light went out and I heard screeching. The glass to the window broke and I don’t remember anything else. Nothing.” She shook her head, mind trying to go further but it was an if when the room went black, so did her memory. It gave her chills to wonder what happened that night. Was she tortured? Was she raped? Was she spared but cut on her arm as a warning? She had no idea and couldn’t remember a damn thing! “Whoever took you must have tampered your memory that night.” Warlock Howl said, writing down what she stated. Wren shrugged, “I don’t remember anything between that moment and waking up here today.” Her eyes looked worried to the Warlocks, “Please don’t tell me that Nate is a suspect for this. I don’t know how I know it, but I absolutely know he’s good.” Warlock Howl looked at her evenly, “That is classified information during active witch trial cases like these. We have suspects that we have no evidence for to trial currently if it puts your mind at ease.” He stood with his fellow Warlock, putting his hand in his cloak and bringing out a card to hand her, “The case is still active and if you notice anything suspicious or have any other information, please inform us.” He said, eyeing her under the shadow of his pointed wizard hat. Wren looked down to the card and it was a blank white card with no writing. The Warlocks began walking past her rooms curtain, “But, wait!” Warlock Howl halted and turned his head in her direction with his back still facing her, “There’s nothing on this, do you have another card?” Warlock Howl said lowly, “The information you seek will appear when you need us. Until then we’ll meet again, Miss Gossamer.” He disappeared mysteriously behind the curtain as Wren was left with so many questions unanswered. Wren closed the file folder she was given, deciding to deal with the new information later. Wren could hear a familiar mumble of a voice near the nurse’s station, “Am I allowed to see her now?” Wren heard a knock on her door, half-expecting the Warlock to return as she said, “Come in.” Sea blue eyes quickly greeted her behind the curtain of her hospital room as Nate smiled widely at Wren’s wild green eyes. He came over, lunging down in a fluid sweep of a warm hug and kissed her head, “I missed you, Guinevere.” “I’m sorry Nate, for worrying you.” She said immediately as Nate stood back up, wanting to coddle her so badly but resisting since he knew the nurse would walk in any moment. Nate smirked, humor playing at his mouth, “After a good spanking I may just forgive you.” He says smoothly in a sultry voice as he winks to her, making Wren feel flustered as she awkwardly sat in her hospital gown. She felt the warmth of her blush travel to her nether regions, making her wet. She shifted, realizing she was still in a diaper. The thought of her being embarrassed in a diaper in front of Nate only made her wetter. “Why does that make me even wetter to think about in this dia-” She quickly covered her mouth with wide eyes as she mumbled the last word in her hand. She blushed at the words coming out of her mouth. She completely forgot about the stupid fucking honesty prune she ate not too long ago! When did the damn prune wear off?! Nate’s eyebrows raised as his head tilted in question as the nurse knocked and walked in behind him, stopping him from asking further what she was going to say. It almost sounded like she was about to say diaper. His mind mused as he took a step back from the bed to give the nurse space to work. The nurse removed her IV and Wren kept one hand over her mouth as she kept muttering lowly into her hand. Wren closed her eyes and tried focusing on not thinking and her breathing. It worked and her mumbles ceased. Nate wondered what was wrong with her for a moment until he connected the dots with the Warlocks who just left after interviewing Wren. Nate had taken Oriji prunes for Magistrate Warlock interviews in the past, and he could only imagine she was given the same for her interview today. Warlock Howl knew more than Nate would like about Nate’s peculiar interests. Nate had a feeling that his and Wren’s stories aligned with how flushed she looked when Nate walked into her hospital room that morning. Wren tried to think of nothing but focusing on the nurse taking out her IV. She already said enough embarrassing things to the Warlocks and she would be mortified to say anything to Nate who would never let her live it down. He seemed to like making her embarrassed and blushing. This would only take things to a new level for a weapon of humiliation to use against her if he found out she somewhat liked the diaper. Wasn’t that a fetish or something? Wren thought to herself, considering the idea of touching herself in it. She felt hot and bothered suddenly sitting there with that thought. The nurse put the band aid on in time and Wren immediately grabbed the pillow behind her when the nurse released her hand and she put her face in the pillow, muffling her words. “Are you feeling okay to leave, Miss Smith?” The nurse asked, looking to Nate with wide eyes on why the girl looked to be trying to suffocate herself with a pillow. When Wren felt like she was done she took the pillow away, “Yes, I just had a prune and am trying to not speak my thoughts. Can I leave now?” She asked, face red from the pillow as she looked to the nurse and then Nate’s smirk behind the nurse, looking to be soaking in the show before him. “I have to get your discharge papers but, in the meantime, you can shower if you’d like and change. A set of your clothes is on the table in the restroom.” She nodded to the small bathroom that laid in front of the bed. “Thanks.” Wren said, getting up slowly off the bed on the opposite side of the room as Nate. She felt cold air on her back, feeling the gown expose her backside. She froze for a moment, turning to face Nate and praying at that moment he had looked away. To Wren’s horror, his eyes were hovering on her hips, trailing up to her flushed face with humor playing on his expression. She gathered her gown so it wouldn’t open again, yet she knew it was too late. Nate had already seen her diapered bottom, much to Wren’s demise. “Fuck.” She said, trying to focus on her breathing and not think of what she was wearing as she scurried to the bathroom, leaving Nate waiting outside of it. His mind mused seeing her in the diaper and knowing he’d tease her about it later. It was his perfect segway he was searching for to approach the diaper talk with her and introduce it into their play. Nate was nervous to bring it up, but a part of him was selfish and wanted to do it sooner than later. His mind still wondered about if she almost said a few minutes before that something made her wetter with him threatening a spanking and that had to have been the diaper she was wearing. He could’ve sworn she said diaper when she muffled her mouth. The crinkly garment on her bottom only confirmed it had to be what she meant. The dots connected in his brain, and he let out a light groan in excitement for what that meant for him. As much as he fantasized his whole life of having a partner in diapers and babying them, he never imagined finding someone who got as excited as him about this odd fetish. It almost seemed like he hit the jackpot in finding Wren, the part human part awkward girl. She was adorable, sexy, witty, beyond intelligent, little tendencies and almost as weird as him sexually. Maybe he couldn’t go as far to say finding someone who liked exactly what he liked but this was the closest he’d ever gotten to someone liking what he also liked. How did he get so lucky? He thought, putting his head back for a moment in wonder. He frowned as he waited for her, realizing nothing was official and that she wasn’t his… yet. It was almost like he had claimed territory on her in the past week. Nate couldn’t imagine her with anyone else and if another guy tried… well, they wouldn’t make it far. Wren was his for the taking and he’d make sure of it. He was confident in his skills in the bedroom and wouldn’t allow anyone to get in the way of him and her any longer. He decided that the moment she was abducted by witches and almost killed. Wren was in the restroom for a while as she took off the gown and looked in the mirror at her figure in an adult diaper that was a bit large on her and made her look…well, like a little girl. She blushed at the thought and felt hot again as she wanted to touch herself in it. Her hand skimmed the top of the white garment and moved down to the front of her crotch, pressing on it and moaning for a moment. She shook her head, beyond embarrassed she just did that. Her mind drifted to Nate, almost wanting to ask him to finger her through the diaper. Was that wrong of her? She shook her head, suddenly ashamed of her dirty thoughts. Wren looked back to the mirror and to her hair, realizing she was so entranced in the heat of the moment and touching herself that she hadn’t bothered to inspect her new look. Her skin was tanned with a glow of youth that she poked her cheek with her finger, wondering why she looked like she got a facial. Her lips were pinker, eyes more vibrant like she got the best sleep of her life. Her hair fell in waves and swirls of black and white with a thick streak of white blonde hair over the front parts of her face that framed her heart shaped face. She blinked, pushing her face close to the mirror as she looked at her eyelashes that looked longer and wispy. “What in the-“ She murmured to herself quietly, realizing that it seemed the prune had worn off finally that she hadn’t said obscenities in a few minutes now. Thank god it wore off! Wren thought, knowing that if she was near Nate he’d get her to tell him everything she thought. Wren pulled back as she looked in the mirror, almost not recognizing the young and beautiful woman that looked back at her that was herself. Wren felt hot and looked hot. Was that too arrogant to say about myself? She thought, spinning slowly and looking at her petite figure with curves in the right places where her flat stomach and tiny waist only accentuated her wide hips were and bottom. She could hear a crinkle as she moved and wanted to touch herself but refrained. Wren shook her head and took the diaper off by the tapes as silently as she could, depositing it into the trash. Wren lifted her arm up and wrinkled her nose as she caught a whiff of her armpit. I guess that’s what a week in a coma smells like, Wren thought to herself as she caught the scar in the mirror. She held her bicep out and looked at it, still wondering what happened the night she was supposedly kidnapped and sacrificed to a cult. Was she truly sacrificed though if she was still alive? Wren’s thoughts trailed to the unknown on what happened. She shook it off because she didn’t want to spiral and assume the absolute worst. If she forgot what happened, maybe it was for the best, right? Wren got into the shower and let the hot water roll down her back at she thought deeply, her brain still couldn’t help but think about the night of the Blood Moon. Why was Wren here if she was abducted by witches that night? How did she survive? Where was she found and how was she found? There were so many gaps in her memory and she had a feeling that maybe, just maybe she was conscious that night and, like Warlock Howl said, she must have had her memory tampered with. If her memory was tampered with, what else had been tampered with? She washed her body with soap in confusion, remembering all of her childhood and wondering if maybe that was all a lie now. Maybe the night of the Blood Moon was the only memory tampered with; however, Wren almost wished whatever the witches made her forget that they would’ve erased her childhood too from what Wren now knew about what her parents did to her. Wren crouched on the ground for a moment with a cry that abruptly racked her body as she curled her arms around her knees for a few minutes, wondering why in the hell her parents would do this to her? Why would her parents hide her, suppress her powers with vaccines and strip her powers away from her? Were they even human if she wasn’t? Were they even her real parents? Wren didn’t know and didn’t understand the blatant lies she’d been fed her whole life now. Even going to Centaurus or Rune was forbidden by her parents. She remembered her mom always telling her that it was a dangerous place to live. Was that all just manipulation Wren’s whole life? Why would her mom do that to her? Wren got up and washed her hair and body, realizing she was in there quite a while with Nate outside waiting for her. She dried herself off and changed into the black sweatpants, sports bra and Dragonstone school symbol t-shirt laid out before her. Wren opened the bathroom door to the nurse awaiting her with papers, “All you need to do is sign here and you’re good to go.” She handed Wren the clipboard and took Wren’s dirty gown in exchange. “Thanks.” Wren said, handing back the clipboard after signing and nodding to Nate as they both left the medical ward together. Wren walked the halls looking to the walls of the hallways and ceiling as if she’d never walked through them before. Her eyes were tracing details that were so crisp and vivid in colors of the stone walls that surrounded them. Wren’s eyes studied the way the light cast in from the stained-glass windows at the end of the halls to the prisms of light on the ground. Why did she feel so different as she walked? Wren wondered, almost in a euphoric trance as she walked alongside Nate, whom was also in a world of his own as they walked the halls. “What day even is it?” Wren asked, head tilting up to look up into Nate’s eyes, sometimes forgetting their height difference as Wren was only 5’2 and Nate was 6’3. The height difference making her feel so small and cute in his presence whenever he smiled down to her with the light stubble of his strong jawline showing. Her eyes shifted and studied his face for a moment longer, as if the first time looking over him. Her eyes memorized the way when he smiles his eyes wrinkle a little bit in the most handsome way and one side of his smile rises higher than the other. “It’s Saturday.” He murmured, trying to not giddily stare back at her for too long by what he found out only within the hour. It was life-changing for Nate to have met Wren. He had a crush on her since day one that was slowly turning into a love, faster than he thought possible from everything they went through. As hard as he tried to stay away from her, she always made her way back into his life. It was apparent he couldn’t stay away anymore and although he knew that them being together would be chaotic, he would choose chaos for a moment with her any day. After all that happened, he knew he could not protect Wren any longer. Nate had clarity in the past week without her. It was seemingly pointless for him to stay away from her now and only caused him to endure more pain and suffering in the long run. Wren was brave and naïve in ways and those traits scared him in combination. In order to be with her, he had to accept he could not protect her. He could still chastise her though, which only made their relationship more fun for him. This time he wouldn’t miss a step and lose that opportunity to see this relationship through, whether a witch cult was in the picture. After she was taken that night of the Blood Moon, he knew that if she was still alive after that night, he would give their relationship a real try. Wren’s eyes shifted in front of her, lost in thought, “Were you hurt that night?” Nate chuckled lightly as they walked, “I was fine, Wren.” He shook his head still chuckling. “What?” Wren didn’t get what was funny. He shook his head, “You were abducted by a witch cult and you’re the one asking if I was okay.” Wren smiled, shaking her head in confusion, “Do you remember what happened after the lights went out, the glass shattered and the screeching noise?” Nate nodded, “You were taken quickly, and I tried to follow but the room was hexed so I couldn’t leave. It wasn’t until 4AM that I got out and ran to the forest. By the time I got there, your clothes were scattered on the ground, and I thought you were dead.” He shook his head with a pained expression on his face as we entered an empty hallway to the stairwell up to dorms, “Then I found you in the stone circle, crunched up with black dust all over you. You were asleep and the doctor said you were in a coma when I carried you to the medical ward.” Wren shook her head, beyond confused, “I just don’t get why that night I didn’t die.” Her mind thinking of what the warlock said, telling her that she was a full-blood white witch. Did that have anything to do with it? Was it because they were trying to sacrifice her and realized ‘oh shit, she’s not human’ and erased her memory, letting her go? That was the only thing Wren could chalk it up to that made sense at this point. Nate was about to say something that looked serious as he saw out of the corner of his eye Wren’s friend coming over. “Wren!! You’re alive!” Wren felt off-balance as Pixie pummeled into her with a hard hug as Wren giggled at the sudden hug. “I think I am at least.” Wren said as Pixie pulled back, still squeezing her friends arms and eyes studying her friends face as if she didn’t recognize her. “You look different.” Pixie’s light pink eyes went to Wren’s hair and facial features, “Not in like a bad different way, like a you went through a moody teenager phase and came out hotter different way.” Pixie said quickly trying to not insult her friend by accident. Nate chuckled behind the girls as he leaned on the wall nearby, musing to himself that Wren looked different to him too but in a much more attractive way. It only made him want to do bad things to her even more. “Thanks… I guess.” Wren said, laughing at her comment. Pixies eyes fixed on Nate behind her, waiting there, “Oh, I didn’t even see you there.” Nate murmured, “I tend not to see other people when Wren’s around too.” “We seem to have a lot of things in common, Nate, and it does quite scare me.” Pixie said in a chirp before her eyes go back to Wren’s bright green ones, “Can I talk with you?” She tilts her head the courtyard between classes behind them, “Alone?” Her eyes flick between Nate and Wren quickly. Wren nodded, looking back to Nate, “I’ll see you later maybe?” Nate’s mouth drew in a line, a bit frustrated he didn’t get to have more time with her, “How about at 4:30PM I meet you near your dorm and we make it a date?” He asked, about to walk away. Wren blushed with a small nod as she pushed her hair behind her ears and awkwardly held her arms, “Yeah, I think I’d like that.” Nate’s sea blue eyes had a flicker of a thought cross them before he nodded and walked away. Wren looked to Pixie, flustered that Nate Seastone just asked her on the date after having the longest crush on a guy she’d ever experienced. It had been three months since they met, and she wanted him since the moment they met on the train. Pixie begins walking with Wren to their dorms as she says, “I got a room change and guess who’s going to be your new dormmate?” Wren touched her friends shoulder, “No way!! You’re transferring to my room?” Pixie squealed excitedly, “Yes! I can’t wait to have slumber parties and late nights on the weekend, it’ll be so fun!” Pixie became serious after a few moments, looking behind her shoulder and forward, “Sorry to pull you away from Nate, I just wanted to talk to you and make sure you’re okay after everything? I don’t know what happened and there’s only been rumors around the school. Do you remember anything?” Wren shook her head as they climbed the staircases, “No, nothing after they took me.” Pixie shook her head, “No offense but… how are you alive?” Wren sighed, “The only thing that makes sense to me is because I’m not human. I think that tried sacrificing me and it must have failed.” Pixie paused on the stairs as Wren stood at a step above her near the rail, “Wait… did you just say you’re not human, Wren?” Wren sighed, “I’ll tell you in private, Pixie.” The girls got back to their dorm as Pixie quickly closed the door as bubbled, “What do you mean you’re not human Wren?! Details… I need details!” “The doctor did bloodwork on me and I’m a full-blood white witch, I guess.” She squinted as she took out the file they gave her from her bag, opening it. Pixie stuttered, “Wh-“ Pixie’s eyes grew huge, mouth going agape, “Did you just say… white witch?!” She took a slow breath, “This all makes sense now, Wren!” Pixie exclaimed, as if a lightbulb went off in her head. “When I touch you and you glitter! Why am I so dumb!” She chirped, laying back on her bed that Wren’s eyes saw was already decorated with a white and light pink paisley comforter and lantern lights above it. Wren shook her head, “I’m a witch without powers though, Pix.” She said, liking the nickname she decided to call Pixie. She took out the vaccine records and pushed them to Pixie. Pixie sat up, studying the vaccine records as her face fell gloomily. “This is disgusting.” Pixie said, eyes watering at the vaccine records. She had heard in the states the anti-magic vaccine was legal there and had heard the story of parents who want their kids to have a ‘normal’ life outside of Centaurus and Rune so they move to the States and get the anti-magic vaccine for their kids, never giving those children the choice of powers. “It’s fucking diabolical.” Wren said, kicking her bed in pure resentment for her parents. Pixie shook her head and looked up to Wren, “You can’t tell anyone you’re a white witch, you know that right?” “Even if I have no powers?” Wren asked, tilting her head in confusion. “They’re practically extinct for a reason, you know. Or, at least from knowing a white witch now, they are in hiding.” Pixie sighed, “I hate to say this but I’m going to: that might be the reason why your parents did this, to protect you.” Wren squinted, “Why are they in hiding?” “Haven’t you read that teen novel called ‘Witch Play’? Darkblood witches prey upon their magic and immortality. It’s like a known thing.” Wren’s eyes widened, “Im-immortality?” “I mean, yeah, at least full-blood white witches. You’re not one I presume, those are incredibly rare since the States and Brits invaded Rune, generations of part offspring and everything.” Pixie said, being nosey and looking at Wren’s birth certificate. “Guinevere Gossamer has a better ring to it though on the bright side.” A silence filled the room as Wren blinked at her birth certificate and then Wren spoke, “What if I am full-blood white witch Pixie?” Pixie’s light pink eyes met Wren’s, not knowing what to say, “We don’t tell anyone and keep it our secret.” Chapter 11: The White Witch & the Warlock Merman “I’ve never seen you with makeup, Wren.” Pixie mumbled from behind her Creatures Study textbook. Wren freshened up for her date, pulling on a jean skirt and a white tank top with a pink gemstone heart in the center, grabbing a small black cardigan as she looked in the mirror, “Does it look like I’m trying too hard?” “You look gorgeous in the I-think-he-won’-be-able-to-control-himself way.” Pixie looked back at her book, turning a page, “Up to you if you want to lose your virginity tonight. You could tone it down with jeans but I think with Nate it’s inevitable.” She said, slightly dismissing Nate’s past history with women. Wren grabbed her black jean satchel, “Is he really that much of a player, Pixie?” Pixie sighed, closing her book as she turned on her stomach and clasped hands, “I don’t think he’s a player. I’ve just seen him date a few girls and it not work out, but I will say this…” She paused, “I have never seen him this into someone. Not Marlene. Not Sin. He’s like, obviously, really really into you by the looks he gives you in hallways alone.” Wren nodded, “So you approve of me dating him?” She asked, as if she needed approval. “I think when the twins find out you’ll be walking on eggshells, but you shouldn’t live your life in fear.” Pixie said, tilting her head in thought, “Also, you’re a white witch and I’m sure they won’t fuck with you anymore since you’re not human.” “I don’t have powers though, remember, Pix?” Wren said, crossing her arms. “Are you sure after the sacrifice?” Pixie asked, light pink eyebrows knitting together. “Isn’t that a thing… like if you don’t die during a ritual, it means you get strength or something? I thought I read that in my Ancient Witchology Studies class.” Pixie paused with a scrambled look on her face, “Shit! I forgot I had a quiz on Monday, I have to study this weekend.” “Well, good thing I’ll be gone and you have no distractions.” Wren paused with a frown, “And I doubt it. I’d have felt something by now, right?” She asked, tilting her head to the door as there was a knock. “Since I’m studying anyways it couldn’t hurt for me to read more up about ancient rituals for you. I’ll study my book and let you know when or if you come back tonight.” Pixie said with a wink. Wren felt her breath hitch as she walked to the door, slipping out and closing it behind her. She looked up to Nate leaning on the wall near the door in dark blue jeans and a dark charcoal long sleeve sweatshirt on with a dress shirt underneath. His eyes skimmed her outfit from her converse up to her skirt, top and then to her face as he licked his lips, “Well doesn’t someone look cute tonight?” He murmured as she leaned against her door and he leaned over her, his other hand tilting her chin up to him as he kissed her softly. Wren smiled up as he pulled away, “Only cute?” She asked with a slight pout. Nate chuckled lowly near her as he half smiled and leaned in again, kissing her neck. She squealed as quietly as she could, noticing a student walking through the hallway they were in. He kissed her neck again with a chuckle as she gasped, “Nate, stop!” She said quietly as he pulled in for another kiss on her lips. He straightened up to his full height, “Be good Guinevere and I won’t tickle you. Only fair, hm?” Wren scrunched her face in a glare as he took her hand, ignoring her small attitude for now, “Fine.” She muttered next to him as he lead them down hallways after hallways. “Where are we going, by the way?” “Aeradon.” He said, smiling down to her. Wren looked perplexed, “Um, how are we going to get to Aeradon?” Nate chuckled, “Do you forget I’m a Warlock, Wren?” He asked as he led them upstairs to a familiar area. Nate opened the mirror door as Wren went inside, following him to the balcony the overlooked the castle and edge of the forest. She looked in amazement at the view, realizing she didn’t get to see this last time she was up there. It was beautiful and breathtaking from the mountains in the distance, sea to the side, and cobblestone campus before them. People looked like ants from the height of where they were in the castle. Nate went to the attic and got out his broomstick he kept near the door. He let it hover horizontally in the air as he opened the small box underneath the seats that was the back storage of the broomstick, “Here, I can take your bag.” Wren gave him her satchel that he put in the storage bin, and he mounted the seat as the broom floated in midair. He patted the backseat of his broom as Wren looked at his broomstick in awe, seeing it was a Zypher 3000 series, the Jeep of broomsticks as the humans say. Wren only could compare broomsticks to cars as it was what she was most used too. She only knew of broomsticks from looking at catalogs with Jade in her childhood. Jade and her would make dream boards together and the broomstick Wren always dreamed of was a Zypher. Little did she know she’d be dating a part Warlock who rode one! Wren stopped gawking at the broomstick and walking over to the broom, climbing onto the seat and regretting her choices of wearing a skirt now as it hiked up on her. The only thing between the tiny leather seat and her parts was her little lacy panties, great! Wren realized she had nothing to grip when they took off so she awkwardly put her hands on his back. Nate chuckled, bringing her arms around his torso instead, “Hold on tight, Wren.” She felt the broom levitate. She gasped at the tickle in her tummy as they zoomed forward and Wren hugged Nate tighter, closing her eyes as she felt the air flutter quickly past them. To her surprise, the wind wasn’t loud and she opened one eye to look down as they kept going forward at what felt like the speed of an airplane whizzing through the sky. Wren opened both eyes and looked down, gasping at how beautiful the land below them was. Nate flew about 30 feet above the trees as they glided quickly through the air. “Is this your first ride?” Nate asked, head tilting back slightly. “The first one I’ll ever remember.” Wren said, thinking about the night she was taken and wondering if the witches took her by broom that technically it wouldn’t be her first ride. Nate chuckled, “Then hold on tighter.” He murmured with a mischievous chuckle. “What do you mean- Nate!“ Wren felt a drop in her tummy as Nate flew down quickly as they came across mountains as they went up and down, causing Wren to get a tickle it her stomach from the altering altitudes as she giggled began him. Nate chuckled, “Fun, isn’t it?” “Yeah.” Wren said, a bit sad that she couldn’t ride on her own but was enjoying the time with Nate, living vicariously through his magic. Ten minutes later they made it to Aerodon and parked at a broom lot as Nate got up and turned as Wren looked down at her skirt, making sure it was still covered her. Nate chuckled to himself before picking her up by her armpits as she gasped at his strength and how easily the motion was for him. She was set on the ground and she quickly fixed her skirt, pulling it down. Nate murmured, “Wrong choice of clothing, hm?” He said as his eyes couldn’t help but travel over her body before he went to start his parking meter, placing his broomstick on the rack. Wren blushed as she held her bag and looked around the spiral buildings in Aerodon surrounding her. The shops, looming castles, and restaurants that laid on a small curved cobblestone street that went downwards from where she stood, painting a gorgeous view of the buildings down to the river, past the green trees and mountains in the distance with white caps. She had never seen any city even remotely close to this in the States! Wren had to close her mouth as she realized Nate was watching her. “It’s beautiful here.” She whispered eyes flicking from Nate to the beautiful Ivy that decorated most buildings and the old stone grounds as Nate took her hand and lead her to the restaurant he chose for their date. “You’re beautiful here.” He said smoothly as Wren smiled timidly up to him. Nate and Wren walked down a few blocks until they got to the river bridge and staircase down to the river. He lead them down the staircase as the smell of food enveloped their nostrils the further they descended. Wren looked to the small restaurant hidden underneath the bridge that Nate went into. “River seat for two, please.” He said in his polite, lightly coated Centaurus accent to the hostess who took in the sight of the handsome guy before she grabbed menus and nodded them to follow her. Wren inaudibly gasped as she led them to the far end of the restaurant to the patio that had a magical floating glass platforms over the river that a few couples were already floating in an invisible circular path on. They approached a platform that floated towards them. The hostess motioned for them to go onto and Wren opened her mouth in awe of the date. Could this really be our first date?Wren thought, overwhelmed by how special she felt for Nate to pick such a fancy place. Nate walked on first as it was a bit of a distance and he turned back, taking Wren’s hand to help her onto it. Once she was on, Nate pulled Wren’s chair out for her. “Thank you.” She said politely as she sat down and the hostess left them. Menus floated in front of them by the witch waitress nearby where the floating platforms slowly drifted by every few minutes. Nate sat down in front of her and Wren smiled breathlessly to him as he looked at her. She felt another tickle in her tummy as the platform began drifting outwards, “This is incredible, Nate. How did you find this place?” Nate smiled with nostalgia, putting his napkin on her lap, “My mother would always take us here as kids.” His eyes twinkled sadly for a moment to Wren, then to the water quietly rippling below them. His eyes blinked and the sadness was gone as he looked to the menu, “We have a few minutes to figure out what we want to eat or we just keep rotating in this path.” “There’s another path?” Wren asked in curiosity, looking behind Nate to the river behind him. “Yes, we go around the river and get the food at the halfway point.” He smiled warmly as she looked around and saw a couple coming back from the complete trip around the River of Thyle. Wren looked quickly at the menu, biting her lip in reading words she had no idea what they meant. They were Centaurus types of meals and she didn’t want to order something she didn’t like on her first date with Nate. “Can I take your order or do you need a few more moments?” The waitress said, looking between the two. Nate looked to Wren who nodded, “I think we’re ready. I’ll have a glass of merlot and the groyo alfonso.” The waitress looked to Wren who looked back at the menu, “I’ll also do a glass of merlot and spaghetti.” She said, handing the menu to the waitress. Wren didn’t know any of the other foods on the menu and didn’t want to eat something she didn’t like. She was a picky eater, after all, and didn’t want to make a big deal out of getting a dish she couldn’t eat. She was also in between on drinking but decided to around Nate. Wren, admittedly, felt nervous in his presence and maybe a little bit of liquid luck would help her, right? Nate chuckled, “Spaghetti?” He teased, eyes lighting up at her choice of food at such a fine dining place he took her too. Wren blushed as the waitress poured them two glasses of wine and nodded, “Enjoy your platform cruise around the river.” The platform drifted a bit faster and Wren looked to her sides at the river they passed and looming castles to their sides. Wren looked down, the platform floating a few feet above the river and she felt a bit of fear coarse through her, realizing there were no guard rails to prevent her from falling into the river. She looked to Nate, knowing that at least she was with a Warlock who would probably save her from falling. Wren grabbed her wine, smelling the wine and taking a sip with a small wince that she hoped Nate didn’t catch. “Do you like merlot?” Nate watching her the whole time as she was in her own little world before him. It was hard for him to not watch her. She was a movie he’d rewatch for centuries, he wouldn’t have taken her on such a special date if that wasn’t the case. “That’s the first time I’ve ever tried it.” She said, quickly drinking water after. “Maybe apple juice would be better?” He asked, tilting his head and a flicker of his controlling nature showing. Wren caught the flicker as she blushed at his comment, “I’m not a toddler, Nate.” “Hm, I’m not that convinced.” He said with another drink of his merlot, smoothly belittling her as her cheeks became warm and she shifted. The sudden sultry voice of Nate and flicker in his eyes made her warm down there. Why was she was feeling suddenly excited by his words? Wren thought, slightly hating herself for how easily excited she got multiple times that day. Wren tried to spare herself from his captivating trance he suddenly had on her, “What’s groyo alfonso?” “It’s chicken cooked in groy spices and a garlic truffle sauce wrapped in seaweed.” “Gross, you lost me at seaweed.” Wren wrinkled her nose as Nate chuckled. Wren’s eyes looked curious, “That’s a mer-thing isn’t it? Liking seaweed?” Nate nodded slowly as he licked his lips looking to her lips, “It’s more just nostalgia food from trips to Santoros to see my uncles and aunts. A lot of their diets are vegetarian.” Humor played at his expression, “Did you just say mer-thing?” Wren took another brave sip of her merlot, making a face after a large sip, “Yes, I did.” Nate chuckled lightly at her face as he said, “Amphibian is a better term.” “Sorry, I hope I didn’t offend your merman self.” Wren said, a bit playfully back. Nate raised an eyebrow as if she was testing him as he leaned forward, “You are asking for it tonight, aren’t you?” Wren bit her lip, “I don’t know what I’m asking for, but I’ll gladly accept it.” She smiled sweetly to him as he sat back with another sip of wine, looking away for a moment thoughtfully. “You drive me wild, Wren.” He said lowly as he looked back to her. “Good, I hope so.” She giggled in response. Nate’s mouth went into a line as he set his wine down, hands clasped over his jeans, “I don’t think you know what you’re asking for, but it’s cute that you act like such a big girl and I’ll let you for now.” Wren blinked her moss green eyes to him, feeling the warmth from her face traveling lower again as she remembered the last time he said ‘little girl’ it was surrounding one of the best orgasms she’s ever had. Wren took another confident sip of her merlot, and eyed him, “You never answered my question last week, Nate.” She felt the buzz of the wine and rode the courage train it sent her on to ask her bold question, “What are your kinks?” Nate leaned forward as he put one elbow on the table and grazed his chin in contemplation. He looked at her, eyes tracing her eyes to her lips as the sun set behind him. The ancient cities skylines and willow trees surrounded the river’s path as he chose his words carefully. “Humiliation, in the simplest of terms…” He started as he grabbed his wine and took another sip, letting Wren sit in the word for a moment. “I like a lot of things underneath the umbrella of that category, Wren. One of which we’ve done, others I’d like to venture into with you.” He spoke as Wren clung onto his words, wanting him to just reveal what those were already. The platform began floating towards the other side of the restaurant as it stalled near a waiter who came on the platform and set down the plates. “The plate is hot, be careful.” The waiter said, nodding to the pair. A moment of silence followed until the platform floated away. Nate cut his chicken, slightly hoping the waiter cutting into their talk would spare him from revealing all his cards at once. He didn’t want to scare away Wren on their first date. “Like what things?” Wren asked as she swirled a noodle on her plate. Nate chewed on a piece of chicken and seaweed, swallowing, “I have a lot of things and I rather not tell you all of them tonight. I don’t want to scare you away, Wren.” Wren ate her spaghetti and swallowed, wiping her mouth, “I guess I understand but I’d like to know at least one more tonight. Please?” She gave puppy dog eyes as he took in another sip of wine, almost spitting it out from chuckling at her act. He smirked and fixed his sweatshirt cuff, sighing and just saying the word, “Diapers.” That one was, arguably, one of the worst ones on his list and the one he wanted to do the most. It was close to a dealbreaker for Nate if she wasn’t into it at all nor understood it, so he felt the need to throw that one out first. It was like ripping off a band aid, in the simplest of terms. The other kinks would follow in time that only complimented his diaper fetish. If she liked diapers, then she’d be happy with the rest to follow that he could only hope would happen with time. He watched Wren carefully as she ate her spaghetti and her cheeks flushed slightly with a timid smile to him. It was giving, to show Nate that she wasn’t disgusted or weirded out. The timid smile almost, to Nate, felt like she was embarrassed for liking what he said but not wanting to admit to it. Wren wiped her face, “That’s not as out there as I thought. I didn’t know if you were into like blood or something.” Wren shifted, feeling wetness between her legs from her experience earlier in her diaper. It made her beyond hot and bothered to hear Nate say he was into that. Was it weird that she was more than okay with that? Nate chuckled with a shake of his head, “No, while I’m very open and would try it if you’re into it, that’s a bit farther from what I like.” He said, going back to his food in relief that she seemed accepting about it. “So, is that the worst one?” Wren asked curiously up after a sip of wine. Nate tilted his head in thought as he chewed, “I would say my other kinks align with that one and using diapers, what I’d like a girl to do in diapers is the farthest extent.” He paused in thought, “Unless you consider elements of BDSM farther, then BDSM would be the farthest.” His eyes studied hers that widened slightly. Wren gulped without any food or drink, flushing, “You said use the diapers?” Her mind went over the BDSM things, that didn’t bother her. She enjoyed reading 50 Shades of Grey a bit more than she’d care to admit and wasn’t opposed to trying those things. Nate could see her blush in a way that he knew she almost liked what he said, “Mhm.” He put his napkin on his plate, “Like I’m sure you did earlier.” He was bold enough to easily cut through the air with a statement to make her shift in her seat. She fidgeted a second as she gasped, “I didn’t do that.” Wren’s face was flushed as she drank more water, needing to cool herself down from the conversation. “If you were mine I would have checked you and changed you if you were wet. Babies like to lie when they wet.” He said, resting back and knowing he had hold of the conversation now. Wren felt overly wet as she sat there and he referred to her like she was a baby. She imagined Nate changing her diaper from earlier. Fuck, why did that turn her on so much?! Wren thought, shifting again and not knowing how to react anymore. “Well good thing I’m not a baby nor yours.” Wren said, matter-of-factly across from him, hoping she could take back control of the conversation by the slight dig reminding him they aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend just yet. Nate’s blue eyes looked longingly into hers, “Not for long.” He said lowly in a sultry tone as Wren felt butterflies tickle her stomach. “Will you be mine, Wren?” He asked after a pause. Wren’s jaw dropped, feeling woozy from the sudden question and knowing what that meant from all the times he alluded to being much more controlling that he already was when he was in relationships. Wren gave a shy smile, “Maybe.” He leaned forward, “Maybe isn’t a yes or no, little one.” Ugh, the pet name again! Wren thought in giddiness. Wren bit her lip, and looked away to the sunsetting behind the castles in the distance and back to Nate, “Yes, I’ll be yours, Nate Seastone.”

Chapter 9: The AM-13 Girl Wren woke up near the sound of annoying beeping she initially thought was an alarm. She tried to slap her phone alarm off but then felt a tug of something on her hand. She opened one eye in a squint, finding an IV in her hand. She slowly got up, confused to be in a white room. She sat up, looking to the sterile room with a bed and a closer window near her. Where in the heck was she? She was slowly standing as a nurse came in, “Wait! Don’t move yet, you may fall.” She came over, “You haven’t ate real food yet so we just want you to eat before walking.” “Oh, okay.” Wren said, sitting down and waiting for the nurse to come back with food. She brought in a bedside tray and pushed it toward Wren, “Once you eat, you can stand.” Wren nodded, eating her jello and sandwich quickly, “Where am I exactly?” She asked, looking around the room. “You’re in our hospital wing of the Dragonstone School of Warlocks & Witches. Luckily you woke up since we were about to transfer you to a real hospital.” The nurse got out her chart, “Do you remember what your name is? What year you’re in?” Wren ate greedily, “Wren Smith, First year here.” The nurse furrowed her eyebrows, “Wren isn’t your name, honey. Maybe you experienced some memory-“ Wren cut her off, “It’s Guenevere Marie Smith but I go by Wren, sorry.” “Oh good good, we just have to make sure when people are in comas for a week.” She stated as Wren blinked in shock. “Did you just say a week? What happened?” She asked in pure confusion. She looked down noticing something strange in her hair immediately. She saw a chunky white hair streak taking over the front portion of her hair that extended down to her waist in waves. The nurse didn’t speak, studying the girl’s confusion face, “Do you remember the night of the 31st, Miss Smith?” Wren sat and thought for a moment, remembering the spanking and her special moment with Nate. She shook her head and squinted down, only remembering the piercing screech and the room going dark but nothing after that moment. If she had been in a coma for a week, where was Nate? Her mind panicked, wondering if he was okay. “I- um, remember being in a friend’s dorm that night, but nothing afterwards.” She said, looking up at the nurse. Her eyes shifted in a panic about Nate, “Is Nate Seastone okay? He was with me that night and that’s all I remember.” That sounded bad after she said it and she hoped that didn’t incriminate Nate to this nurse. He had already been pegged for the murder of his ex, she couldn’t imagine what her coma may have alerted officials. The nurse nodded, “Yes he is.” She said, writing things down on her clipboard as Wren sighed in relief, “Well, before you’re allowed to leave, the Magistrate’s officers need to speak with you before you’re discharged. It’ll be a little bit until they can make it here, can I get you anything in the meantime?” “No, I’m fine.” Wren said, blinking to her bed, confused of the memory loss. She couldn’t remember anything after the screech and blackness, yet she had this gnawing feeling like so much more happened. Wren looked down to her hands, her eyes tracing the faint scars on both wrists. “The fuck?” She says quietly to herself, confused even further by how those got there. Wren shifted, wondering what else may have happened to her. She wiggled her toes, felt her arms and wrinkled her nose as she felt a long scar under the soft side of her bicep. Wren looked at it for a moment, seeing that the scar looked completely healed, as if it had been there since childhood yet Wren knew she did not have this wound prior to her coma. How could something heal so fast? Magic was the only answer. Then she glided her hands down her chest to her abdomen, and pausing as her hands touched something unfamiliar, slowly pushing aside her gown and blanket to reveal she was in an adult diaper. She blushed, knowing that it must’ve been since she was in a coma. How embarrassing! She thought, pulling the gown and hiding the puffy white garment that clung to her hips. She blushed further, thinking of how soft it felt and noticed the powder scent quickly, bursting through her senses of a time of feeling like a baby, safe and protected. Was it weird of her to enjoy the comfort it gave her? She shifted in embarrassment as she heard a knock on the door after a half an hour, “You can come in.” She murmured, keeping the blanket over her. Two warlocks with pointed hats and hooded satin cloaks came in, nodding to her and pulling out their wallets, showing badges, “Hi Guinevere Smith, we’re with the Magistrate’s office of the United Lands and have a few questions to ask before you’re released from this area and speak to anyone else. Is this an okay time to talk?” Wren nodded, opening her mouth, “You can call me Wren, not Guinevere.” The warlock who was quite tall, lanky with straight black hair, handsome face and a pale complexion nodded, “I’m Warlock Howl and this is my fellow Warlock Xavier. If we may sit for a moment?” When nodded, staying silent as Warlock Howl brisky walked around with the younger warlock following as they sat and the older warlock opened his journal and his feather ink pen. “These questions are for your safety and the safety of the United Lands. We are investigating a mass witch cult in this area and are gathering information for our case.” Warlock Howl said, eyes studying Wren’s wild moss green ones, “If you could answer these questions after eating this prune, it will allow you to speak with complete honesty, regardless of any blackmailing, harassment or spell abuse you may have gone through. Do you consent?” He took out a jar from his cloak and pulled out a black prune, showing it in the jar. Wren shrugged, “Sure.” She said, extending her hand as he gave it to her as she looked at the wrinkly black medium sized prune that was the size of her thumb. She bit a piece of it, tasting the sweetness of the prune a bit hesitantly, then engulfing the full prune. Wren swallowed and in a few moments it kicked in as she felt suddenly clear headed and wanted to overshare her thoughts. Specifically, about that she was wearing a diaper and liked it. Warlock Howl said after looking at his pocket watch, “Now we can start.” He looked to Wren who looked to already be hiding something as she bit her lip, “Are you feeling like sharing anything before we begin?” Wren blurted, “I’m wearing a diaper and am embarrassed to admit to liking how comfortable it is.” She said, gasping and covering her mouth as her face flushed as she literally said what was on her mind. “Oh my gosh, I’m so ashamed I just said that.” She mumbled through her hand, realizing that the prune she ate was making her say what exactly she thought without filter. “What type of prune did I just eat?” Warlock Howl looked unpassed, as if he’d heard worse in these sessions, “All information shared in our session will not be disclosed and private information as the prune is a Oriji prune which makes you say your thoughts candidly. It’s only natural to say anything that’s awkward or strange.” He says, as if he repeated it hundreds of times before. “If it makes you feel better, we’ve witnessed much worse from victims.” Warlock Xavier said next to Howl, going quiet as he let the lead Warlock take back over the conversation. Warlock Howl stated, “We will make this quick and short as I’m sure you want to go back to normal life.” He stated, looking down to his points he needed to cover, “What do you remember from the night of October 31st?” Wren gasped, blinking back tears in further humiliation to what she had to say, “I spent the night with Nate Seastone and that night we made out and he spanked and fingered me. Fuck.” She covered her mouth, so embarrassed to say that to these two obviously trained and experienced Warlocks. Warlock Howl looked unphased as he wrote down what she said, “Was it consensual or sexual harassment?” Warlock Xavier blinked to what the girl said. Wren said quickly, “Completely consensual and it was probably the best-“ She turned and muffled her mouth as she almost said best orgasm I’ve ever had. “Has he ever abused or assaulted you?” Warlock Howl said, sighing at hearing just teenager kinky love, trying to figure out if the only person they had as a potential suspect he had evidence to even trial. “No, he would never.” Wren said, unmuffling herself. “What leads you to believe that?” Warlock Howl asked, trying to get to the bottom of if Nate Seastone was guilty. He was seen last year in a relationship with Marlene Augusta who was murdered by the cult and now with Guinevere Smith, who had been found in a coma by Nate. Two cases with Nate Seastone involved made him a suspect for this case Warlock Howl had been following for years now. Wren shook her head, looking down at her fingers with long and strong nails, “He cares for me and has tried to protect me from the Sinister Twins, who I believe did this, ever since I began at this school. They bullied and harassed me ever since I began here. Sin took my mouth away for a moment my first day, they tripped me in the hall to class and filled my backpacks with snakes.” She said, all the incidences toppling out of her mouth. Warlock Howl nodded, knowing this wasn’t the first nor last case he’d hear about the twins, “Why do you think they have targeted you for this harassment?” He asks, looking up from his journal. “Because I’m human. Full-blood.” She said, shaking her head and looking down. Warlock Howl tilted his head, eyes glazing over her white and black hair, “You believe you’re human?” He asked, thoughtfully. Wren looked up, confused, “I have two human parents and have tried practicing magic my whole life. I know I’m not.” Warlock Howl went into his suitcase, pulling out his file on Wren, “Since you’re over 18, I’m allowed to share this with you per your consent to be able to access your biological documents. Do I have your consent?” Wren shook her head, “Wait- what?” She said, completely dazed and head spinning by his words. “If you do not consent, I will not show you.” He stated, about to put the file away. “Yes, I consent to whatever you’re talking about.” Wren said, eyes shifting as he opened a file and flipped through documents. He pulled out a packet and unclipped it, showing her a birth certificate. Wren took the birth certificate, staring down to it unblinkingly, “This can’t be real.” She said, shaking her head and flipping through the papers of AM-13 vaccinations. They were the magic suppressant vaccines given to Wren since she was born. 13 vaccines were administered and disguised as ‘flu’ vaccines ever since she was born. She flipped through each paper, blinking down tears as she saw her mom’s signature on every line. Why? Why would her mother do that to her? “You’re real name in Guinevere Paige Gossamer and you were born in Zathorn, Rune. You’re a full-blood white witch from the blood sample the medical ward here the doctor ran, not human.”

Chapter 7: Blood Moon Night Wren warned Olivia about the witch cult that was secretly in the school and that maybe Olivia should leave. Olivia didn’t believe Wren, “So you’re saying there’s a witch cult that’s been a part of this school for decades and that at the end of the month either you or I will be sacrificed to witches?” Wren nodded, getting out Olivia’s laptop she shared since Wren’s broke in their dorm room and pulling up the articles she found after staying up all night researching the Dragonstone School of Warlocks & Creatures dark history of missing full-blood humans who, coincidentally, were foreign exchange students or visitors of the campus. Olivia’s eyes shifted across every article and old newspaper scanned in, “Well, fuck, what do we do then? Quit school and give up our full-ride scholarships?” Wren shook her head, “I gave up Harvard for this, Olivia. I’m not leaving.” She looked despondently down, “I studied a lot of these cases and most were younger classmen women. A few guys but we could be lucky…” She shook her head and trailed off. “If there’s over 17 full-bloods, how many are girls, Wren?” Olivia asked, eyes wild at how ignorant to the situation her friend was acting. Wren bit her lip, “There’s like 7. Two are about to graduate.” “So you’re saying we have a one in five chance in both of us being alive past October 31st?!” Olivia put her arms up in confusion, “Are you seriously considering staying?” Wren gulped, sadly looking down as she closed her laptop, “I rather die on a sacrificial stake than go back home, Olivia.” Olivia blinked at her friend, taking a moment with her arms crossed as she looked at the ground thoughtfully, “What if we say we have a family emergency and go home for a week then come back? That’d work, right?” Wren shook her head, “I read through the rule book for the exchange program and it states you need to provide proof. If you leave, we will get kicked out of the program.” Olivia sat on her bed, deciding for herself, “I’m leaving, Wren. This school fucking blows for humans anyways and I can get my international teaching career at a different school.” Wren nodded, picking at her nail, “I’m staying.” Olivia’s eyes teared up, knowing the bond they’ve formed in the past few months and already starting to mourn the possibility of her friend being burned by a witch cult. Olivia didn’t say anything, knowing her friend’s mind was already made up. Another week passed as the Blood Moon came closer with only seven days until the moon would show on October 31st. Wren slept alone in her room after Olivia left to go back home, dropping out of the foreign exchange program completely. Wren woke up one night, quickly getting up as she thought she heard something near her room. She looked out the window and saw no one outside. Her paranoia was starting to seep in. After Wren left her 7th hour the next day, she walked down the hallway that no one was walking down as she felt her wrist tugged into an empty classroom. She looked up to find Nate Seastone looking down to her seriously, “Drop out of the school before the end of this week, Wren. Please.” His eyes looked pained as he searched hers. Wren bit her lip in silence for a moment, shaking her head, “I can’t, this is what I’ve always wanted.” Nate shook his head, “You don’t understand how serious this is, you are in danger, Wren.” Wren nodded, “Pixie told me about everything. You don’t need to explain, Nate.” Nate’s eyes flickered sadly, “I can’t do this again, Wren. I can’t, please.” He said, eyes looking lost since Wren seemed like a wall and nothing would go through it. Wren shook her head, “You’re living your life around fear of everything. You won’t date me because of your exes and you want me to leave because the witch cult will murder me.” Wren goes to the door and puts her hand on the knob, “I’m not scared of them, Nate, and I’m just a human. You’re a warlock so do something about it if you really care.” Nate took her wrist and pulled her to stay inside, “I can’t, Wren. You really don’t understand.” Wren’s wild green eyes shifted in confusion, feeling the seriousness of her choice and how it would hurt Nate if she were murdered by a cult. Wren sighed, shaking her head, “What? You want me to go back home and be miserable my whole life Nate? This is the first place I’ve felt I belong. I can’t leave that for the possibility of getting murdered, it may not happen right?” Wren acknowledged she was potentially delusional that she convinced herself she’d be fine at this point. Nate’s nose flared as Wren didn’t know what he knew and he couldn’t tell her. She would never understand really what happened. Nate looked at her for a few moments in silence, “You aren’t leaving, are you?” “Nope.” Wren said, crossing her arms looking up at him as his jaw tightened as he looked thoughtfully down to her. “Are you a virgin?” Nate asked as Wren blinked in embarrassment by the question. Wren swallowed, “Unfortunately so.” Nate licked his lips, wishing he didn’t hear the answer to that question as his eyes trailed to her pouty lips, “Fuck.” He murmured, leaning against the wall and putting his head in his extended arm for a moment. “Why is that important?” Nate began pacing in stress in the empty room, “Because, Guinevere, they preys on young virgin girls. Haven’t you read the books or seen the same scenes in movies?” Nate somehow easily could make Wren feel in trouble or excited by the use of her name, she hated it but loved it in the same capacity. “I guess I have.” Wren mumbled, crossing her arms. A silence took over a few moments as Nate stared at Wren and she stared at the ground before Nate spoke, “Since you don’t want to listen to me and leave, how about we do this instead: you stay the night in my dorm on the 31st.” Wren looked up to Nate, confused, “Isn’t that what you’ve been trying not to do Nate? Like… not be in the same room as me?” Nate smiled, eyes twinkling, “I already broke that rule today, if we need to be together for a night, I can allow that.” He said, staring for a second longer at Wren, “There’s a second empty bed you can sleep on, don’t worry you don’t have to share my bed.” He winked as he could see the thought flick across her face. Wren sighed, “Fine.” The next day Wren went to all her classes like normal. On her way to the dining hall, she felt suddenly frozen, like time stood still. She felt a yank of her hair and a pain singe her hand suddenly. In another moment, time continued and she looked down to her hand, seeing a gash and blood trailing down. Three figures with hooded dark red cloaks walked around the corner behind her when she turned her head. She ran to the medic room and a nurse fixed her hand up quickly, stitching what looked like a deep knife gash in her hand. “How’d you get that, if you don’t mind me asking?” Wren swallowed, shaking her head, “I don’t know.” “Okay, well make sure to not wash your hand for the next few days until it heals if you can.” The nurse said before Wren was dismissed. The week slowly drowned on until the 31st came and things began to get weirder at the school. Wren woke up to what sounded like a pebble on her window at midnight. She got up, quickly going to the window to see a flash of a black cloak. Her heart raced as she held her heaviest book near her, wielding it as her only weapon allowed at the school. She stayed up that night the whole night, scared to go back to sleep. “Remember, curfew is at 7PM tonight. Any students found violating this code will be punished accordingly with either suspensions, probation or worse, expulsion.” Headmaster Grizzledworf said in the dining hall that morning, looking across the throngs of students at their long tables. Wren gulped, Pixie looking at her friend, “Are you okay today, Wren?” “Yeah, you’ve kind of been acting weird.” Frederick said from across the table near Luna. Luna made a joke, “Yeah, if Frederick can tell that’s usually a sign something’s wrong.” Wren nodded, “I’m fine, just didn’t sleep last night is all.” “You’re like a werewolf not sleeping near a full moons it sounds.” Luna said, smiling and going back to eating. Wren nodded with a tired smile, looking past Frederick and Luna to Nate who was a few tables behind them. “Do they really not sleep around full moons?” Frederick asked in curiosity. “I mean, I used to date one and can confirm, they don’t. But they’re great in bed.” Pixie chirped, quickly going quiet as the group looked at her in shock, surprised she’d share such details. Wren sauntered to her first hour with Luna, passing the sinister twins. Sin and Jinx hissed at Wren as they passed, “Happy Halloween, human filth.” Wren looked behind her, watching them walk the opposite way as she kept walking, shaking off the comment. “Don’t let them get inside your head. I’m a full-blood witch and I quite like you.” Luna said quickly before they sat in their first hour table. “I forgot it’s Halloween in my country, to be quite honest. It’s not a real holiday though, at least for me.” Wren said, thinking soon after she shouldn’t say that aloud as the United Lands was still trying to get the US and other countries to remove that as a holiday as they state its making fun of creatures. Unlike in the other continents who celebrated Halloween, for Centaurus and Rune it was an offensive holiday that most creatures took that humans made fun of them on this day. It was a fantastic day for a Blood Moon and a sacrifice of a human though for creatures. It was too bad Wren was the human that probably didn’t have a chance. The day went by too slowly as Wren had a midterm paper in her Professional Writing course. Then she had one pop quiz in her Alchemy I course. After that she had one test she studied all through lunch for in 5th hour. By the time her 7th hour came, she was falling asleep in her Intro to Herbology class. “Wren Smith, try to stay awake, hm?” Professor Olivey said, waking Wren up. “Sorry.” She mumbled, trying harder to stay awake and pay attention. Wren left her 7th hour Herbology class that was off the side of the campus near the forest edge and walking paths. She walked up the stone path behind classmates, trying to stay with people as long as she could going up the staircase through the back of the main castle. She felt her wrist tugged as she yelped and classmates looked back to her, “Help!” She screamed as a hand clasped over her mouth. “It’s just me, Wren.” Nate said in a huff, trying to calm her, “You’re fine, little one.” He cooed, pushing her hair behind her hair as she looked up to him when he said little one. It was a pet name that made her melt a bit inside as he nodded forward, “C’mon, I thought I’d just make sure you get to your dorm okay. I apologize in scaring you.” His Centaurus accent lightly coming through charmingly in his apology. “It’s fine, I just have been on edge is all today.” She said as he studied her puffy and tired eyes as they walked. “You didn’t sleep last night, did you?” He said, knowing the answer but asking anyways. “No, I didn’t.” She said as they passed a lot of students shuffling through the halls together. Wren shifted her eyes in thought, “Aren’t you scared of people seeing us together?” She looked at him as they walked. “To be quite honest, I don’t give a fuck who sees us together anymore. You made some great points the other day and I’m tired of living in fear.” He said, walking with her through the main bridge to the dorms of the school. Wren gulped as they walked forward and the Sinister Twins walked with their friends the same direction as Wren and Nate. The twins eyed Wren and Nate as they passed, speaking low to one another and sneering. As Wren passed, she half expected to have snakes again or get randomly cut, yet she was spared of their bullying. Wren looked behind her shoulder as they passed, “I’m surprised that they didn’t try anything.” She said lowly to Nate. “They won’t with me near you.” Nate says as a matter of fact to Wren. Wren looked at him for a moment, confused by the comment, as if Sin couldn’t touch Nate. They went to Wren’s dorm as she got her items and packed her toiletries for the night. “So the plan is to just camp out at your dorm from now until tomorrow?” Wren asked, grabbing pajamas. Nate sat on her bed, looking at her picture on her nightstand of her and her parents together. He smiled down to it and nodded, “Yes, that’s the plan. I have snacks for dinner that will hopefully tide you over. Maybe if you’re lucky we’ll watch a movie or two. ” Wren felt excitement building to spend the night with Nate. She didn’t know what could or would happen, but she looked forward to maybe getting to kiss again. She admittedly had wet dreams of Nate since their kiss. It was hard to not get flustered in his presence for Wren. “Sounds like a great slumber party, I think I’m ready.” She said, picking up her backpack and following him to his dorm. A few flights up the stairs and to the coed dorms, Nate opened his rooms door and Wren walked in, seeing a similar setup for his dorm. She saw a light blue plaid coverup over his bed and the snacks he promised laying on top. She set her backpack on the other bed and sat down, soon realizing that it would just be her and him alone all night. Nate locked his door, taking out his wand and casting a locking enchantment on the door. He tested the lock and smiled to the safety he just solidified between him, Wren and the unknown that could happen that night. “Safe and sound.” He said as Wren sighed with a small smile at how protected she felt in Nate’s presence, not to mention the bonus of excitement she felt when she was around him. “Thank you, Nate. For taking care of me tonight.” She said, still sitting on the bed next to his awkwardly. “You’re welcome and you can pay me back with cuddles tonight, hm?” He said casually, leaning against the frame of his bed and eyes traveling down her body. “Okay.” She said, timidly. Wren blushed at the thought, she had only cuddled in high school in a short-lived relationship with a boyfriend that lasted for two weeks. She was beyond inexperienced with all things relating to relationships and feared she may be bad at cuddling, let alone anything else. Nate went over to his snack pile on his bed picking up chips and candy to show her, “I got you a few things, I didn’t really know what you liked so I got some things I knew were sold in the States. There’s Cheetos, Pringles, Sweddish Fish, Snickers.” He showed her and she smiled wide at his considerate act of buying her snacks for the night. She giggled, “I much prefer a lot of Centaurus snacks over American ones but thank you for getting these. I do like Cheetos.” She got up, grabbing a bag off of his bed, opening it and eating a bite, licking the powder off of her thumb. Nate watched her eat like a toddler in front of him as he smirked and his eyes danced playfully, “You eat like a baby, you know.” He says, mind musing of her in a diaper eating Cheetos. How cute would that be, he thought to himself. Wren blushed at the comment, “You must maximize eating a Cheeto by licking the powder, it’s an experience I’m sorry you’ll never understand nor appreciate. Must be a boring life you live.” She stated, sassily going to her bed. Nate brushed off the slight attitude, “What’s your favorite Centaurus snack, if you don’t mind me asking?” Wren ate a few more Cheetos, licking her fingers as Nate’s mind went back to imagining her in a diaper as he sat back on his bed with a smile placed on his face. Wren took a moment thinking, “I like the Sour Bloodbites and Eskeemos.” Nate grabbed the Pringles and opened the Aluminum can, eating a Pringle as he laughed at her choices, “Sour Bloodbites? C’mon Wren.” He chuckles with his eye brows raised to her, “Those are made with synthetic human blood you know right?” Wren smiles and closes the chip bag and sets it to the side, “Still doesn’t change my answer.” “Maybe you should get a 23 and me test to make sure you’re not part vampire instead of awkward girl.” Nate teased. Wren giggled at Nate playfully making fun of her as she got up from her bed, going over to Nate’s pictures on his dresser, “Who’s this?” She asked, picking up his picture with him and another guy together. “My brother, Aeron.” Wren nodded, seeing the two guys together on a terrace overlooking a beach. “Is this taken in your hometown?” She asked, her thumb going to her mouth with a smidge of Cheeto she missed as she looked back to him. His eyes caught her almost looking like she was sucking her thumb. His eyes trailed longingly to her mouth and then to her eyes in lust. She was absolutely adorable with her thumb in her mouth and he couldn’t imagine her in a little diaper. He pushed away the thought as he got up and looked at the picture closer. “No, that’s Santoros, Centaurus. I grew up in a small town called in Gromwell. That’s where my mom was born. Gromwell.” He said, suddenly going quiet, his face unreadable as he looked at the other picture of his mom, dad, brother and him together. “She’s beautiful. I can see where you get your eyes from now.” Wren said, looking at the picture of young Nate and his brother on a family vacation in the Niagara Falls. “So you visited?” Nate smiled with a nod, “I did and got my first ever McDonald’s Happy Meal, best day of my childhood life if I recall.” Humor played at his expression as he met Wren’s green and curious eyes. “So is your mom a witch and your dad is a Merman?” Wren asked, going back to the picture. She could see the scales on his dad’s forearms and gills on his neck. Wren was surprised that both Nate and his brother didn’t have any of the same features. “She was a full-blood witch.” Nate said, softly in pain. “And yes, he is a full-blood Merman. He lives now in Santoros, that’s where he was from.” “I’m so sorry Nate.” Wren said, looking up to him in sadness. “It’s okay.” He said, eyes shifting away from the pictures and back to the bed, “Want to cuddle? You look sleepy.” He moved away from the subject, obviously not wanting to talk about it. Nate moved all of the snack to the nightstand and got under the cover with his laptop, “We can watch a show or movie, how does that sound?” Wren nodded timidly as he opened his laptop and got settled, then extended his arms as a motion for her to come into them. Wren took off her shoes and crawled in with her school uniform still on. He expertly repositioned her so her head was over her chest and her leg over his leg before bringing the blanket over them and bringing his laptop closer. “Are you comfortable?” Nate asked, looking down to her as he clicked into Landflix on his laptop. Wren nodded, trying not to think that she was on an incredibly attractive man and her bottom was almost out behind her skirt. “What type of movie did you want to watch?” He asked, hand grazing her back and caressing it. “Maybe a Disney or Pixar one? Nothing too intense if that’s okay.” She said softly near him with a yawn. He repositioned himself a bit, feeling himself getting excited with her on top of him, “A kids movie sounds great. Have you seen Finding Nemo?” Wren nodded, “I have but I’d love to watch it again.” Wren knew she’d fall asleep soon, so maybe rewatching a movie was best. “Finding Nemo it is.” He murmured, kissing her head before searching up the movie and turning it on, slightly more excited since she wanted a kid’s movie. It’s like she was asking to be babied and he wouldn’t hold back when she was his. He was still debating to make any moves outside of kissing her and cuddling for now though, especially given it was a Blood Moon that night. Within minutes of watching the movie, Wren fell into a deep sleep on Nate. By the time the movie ended, he didn’t have the heart to wake the sleeping princess. He watched two more movies until she woke up six hours later to the movie Zootopia. “I love this movie.” She said as Nate chuckled to her stirring awake in her half-asleep state. She saw the room was dark and the outside the window looked eery, “What time is it by the way?” “It’s 10:30PM.” He said, looking at the time on his laptop by hovering the mouse. “Wow, and I’m still not being sacrificed to a witch cult yet. Life’s looking good so far.” She mumbled, rotating on him more and pulling up a bit as his hand that was once on her back slipped onto her bottom underneath her skirt, “Oops, sorry.” She said, fully awakening as she tried going back and he spanked her. She winced by the sudden pain, realizing it wasn’t a cute and light spank, but a hard and experienced spank from Nate. “If you’re going to put your bottom in my hands, expect a spanking, hm?” He growled in an authoritative tone underneath her. Wren blushed, “Sorry.” She felt embarrassed by being provocative and suddenly reprimanded by Nate for doing so. The ghost of the spank still stung but made her excited in her sleepy state. He pushed a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, admiring the beautiful waves, “It’s okay, little one.” Wren blushed with a timid smile as she rolled a bit off him, “Did you just call me little one?” Nate blinked, with humor playing on his expression, “I did.” He stretched and turned on the lamp on his nightstand, so they weren’t talking in the dark anymore. Wren looked at him, thoughts pulling at her mind as she bit her lip, “Nate, can I ask you a bit of a private question?” Nate chuckled lightly, sitting up and resting his head on his headboard, “Go ahead.” Wren sat and twisted so she was facing towards him, Nate’s fingertips grazing her foot as she sat Indian position and fixed her skirt so she wasn’t on display in front of him. His eyes traced her face down to her body as she sat before him, wondering what she would ask but having a slight inclination about what she may ask. “I heard some gossip that you’re kinky in a-“ She looked crossed to find the right words that wouldn’t offend him, “a bit different way. Is that true?” Humor played at his face as his eyes danced playfully, “Define ‘different’.” He said, in a more commanding tone. Wren caught a glimmer of what Nate was acting like the day they kissed that she became hot and bothered by. She began feeling excited just being next to him in that moment. “Um- like… weird?” She repeated the terms Pixie said in slight embarrassment by how it now sounded mean confronting him about it, “I dunno, it’s just something I heard and I was just wondering what it was.” She held her arms awkwardly, realizing she didn’t know what was considered a ‘weird kink’ as the word ‘kink’ in general has always been associated with being strange or weird like fetishes. She felt bad for saying it aloud and regretted her previous words. Nate was silent for a moment, studying her looking like she was embarrassed to ask, “Hm, if there’s a kink weirdness spectrum, maybe I’d land on the farther end.” He murmured, motioning for her to get closer to him, “Come here.” He asked as she looked shyly to him, wondering what he meant. He lunged forward and decided to grab her and pull her bottom onto his lap, wrapping her legs behind her. “Nate, no!” She squealed as he began nuzzling into the crook of her neck and kissing her where her ticklish spot was. She giggled as she writhed, and he kept going until he grazed up to her chin and then her lips. They began kissing passionately in a teasing dance. Nate pushed her on her back on the bed as he climbed on top of her, still kissing her. The sudden motions accidentally causing her to bite on his lip… again. Nate pulled back and there was a sudden change in his eyes, as if she crossed the line. Fuck! Wren thought. “I think it’s time for a little girl to get a much needed spanking, hm?” He said lowly as his face was inches from hers. This was the kink, wasn’t it? Wren thought as her face felt warm and that warmth traveled down her body, making her wet down there. Nate got up and sat next to her, patting his lap, “Over here, now.” He said, taking on a sudden dominant presence and tone. Wren blushed further, feeling excited by the way he was treating her suddenly. She nodded, crawling over his lap and laying on her stomach with her bottom near his lap. She stayed hovering above his lap until his hands pulled down her skirt and panties. Wren gasped, not expecting for her bottom to be fully exposed! Not to mention, she felt the wetness of her panties as Nate pulled them off. She hoped that he didn’t see that or she’d be mortified! Nate’s hand pushed her down onto his lap as he repositioned her to start her butt was angled higher. Her face felt hot as did her bottom in a few moments as she felt the initial stinging spank. A few quick swats landed that stung but didn’t hurt her that bad. A few moments later, harder ones came down as she winced. “Nate, I’m sorry! Please stop!” She squealed as the pain radiated both cheeks as he expertly switched between them. After a few more spanks, he stopped. His hand lightly grazed her bottom as he was admiring how fucking hot she was in her little school girl outfit and how he couldn’t resist giving her something in that moment. He wondered if she liked it as much as he did and wanted to find out. “Does someone want a treat for being a good girl now?” He asked, voice sultry as Wren turned her head towards him, wondering if what he alluded too was what she hoped for in that moment from her excitement. Wren said timidly after a pause, “Yes, please.” She said, with a little wiggle of her bottom that Nate chuckled too. He repositioned as his fingers that were grazing her bottom dipped lower, brushing her sweet parts. His finger dipped inside her wetness, surprised by how wet she was after the spanking. Nate could now confirm, Wren really enjoyed this part of his kink as his hand worked on her. She moaned, cute gasps coming out of her as Nate expertly went in and out, “What a good girl.” He said slowly as he teased her a bit with his fingers, not giving her the release she craved just yet. Wren put her face into his duvet cover as she moaned from climaxing as his fingers worked quicker inside her. She orgasmed hard, knowing that if this was Nate’s kink she would happily be his girlfriend and receive a spanking, praise like a little girl and orgasm every day of her life. He pulled out, feeling flustered himself by how hot seeing her orgasm was and hearing her. While Wren was resting for a moment after her orgasm, he looked at his glistening finger, knowing he wanted to taste her since they met. He licked his finger while she was looking away, tasting her sweetness in surprise by how addictive and good it was. Fuck, Nate thought, knowing he would want much more than just a small taste. He was part Merman and the women they dated they notoriously got addicted to women’s excitement easily. Pheromones and excitement was a dangerous game for Mermen if they weren’t married. He groaned as she got off him, “You’re so fucking hot, Guinevere.” “I can help you too.” She said, pulling up her panties and skirt. Nate’s sea blue eyes connected with hers in seriousness, “No, I’ll be fine for tonight.” He said, smiling at her politeness to offer something in return. He wasn’t ready to have her give him anything, then he really wouldn’t know how to have control when he’s around her. He was still managing that and failing at it from just giving her an orgasm and a spanking. How would he manage anything after her touching him? A silence was between them as he went to the bathroom for a moment, closing the door and taking a few minutes. Wren blushed at what just happened, feeling tingly all over with how good Nate was at touching her and making her feel good. She couldn’t help but wonder what else he was good at, and she could only imagine sex would be phenomenal with him. He came back in the room and got the snacks out, “Hungry?” Wren nodded, giving grabby hands to the Cheetos as he chuckled, handing it to her as he sat next to her on the bed. She ate a few Cheetos as she watched him eat a Pringle, “So, what’s your favorite human made snack?” He ate the Pringle, “Doritos. Cool Ranch are incredible.” Wren giggled, “Have you ever had a Tacobell-“ A few things happened in a blink of an eye as they sat there. The lamp flickered off in an instant and Wren screamed. A loud screeching noise filled the room with glass shattering in the window and total darkness filled the room as Nate tried grabbing Wren near him but couldn’t find her. Nate grabbed his wand and illuminated the room, but it was too late as Wren was gone. “Wren!” He screamed, looking out the window as his wand broke as he pointed to the window but an invisible magical boundary incinerated half of his wand, leaving him trapped in the room by himself.

Chapter 6: Witchy Secrets Two and a half months passed without Wren and Nate talking or even, for that matter, being near each other. There may have been glances exchanged in hallway passings but outside of that, Wren was nothing to Nate anymore. They stayed isolated, and that’s how Nate wanted it, so Wren respected that as she uncovered more about his past, she found that it was in her best interests to stay even farther away from him. Wren was walking with Pixie near the school grounds near the forests edge close to the stadium, “What happened to Nate’s ex-girlfriend, Pixie?” Her thoughts becoming words quickly. Pixie rolled her light pink and purple flecked eyes and pushed her hair behind her pointed ears as her voice caught, “It’s hard for me to talk about, Wren.” She blinked back tears as she shook her head, “But I like you, I trust you and I think you need to know about them in the case you make the same mistakes Marlene made.” Marlene, that must’ve been his exes name! Wren thought, a taste of rust in her mouth feeling uncomfortable to think of any ex of Nate’s, even if they were murdered. Pixie nodded to the ground and sat Indian position with Wren, picking up a daisy and twirling it in her fingers as she began, “Marlene was a first year who started last year. Nate and her quickly became a thing when they met. It was a blink of the eye, really. She broke up with him after a few weeks, saying he was ‘a lot’ to be with.” Wren’s heart fluttered happier to know that they only dated for a short period. Pixie’s eyes fixated to Wrens, shrugging, “He was a good guy, treated her well from what I could see and was nice to all of us. She said he was just really,” Her eyes widened at the thought of saying it aloud, “weird with some kinky things but still incredible in bed.” Wren’s nose wrinkled, feeling guilty that she was slightly jealous of a dead ex. Did that make me fucked up in the head to feel that way? Wren thought to herself, trying to dismiss it as her and Nate were clearly not going to date anyways so what was there to be jealous about, really? Wren paused in her thoughts after realizing what else Pixie said… Did she say Nate was weird with kinky things? Wren could tell he was into different things by mentioning a ‘spanking’ and if that was considered weird to like, maybe Wren was just as weird as him. Pixie laughed a bit to herself as if it was a funny conversation between her and Marlene, “She was human too, super nice. Marlene broke up with him because of… well, the weird kinky things and also they didn’t see eye to eye with other things. They ultimately weren’t compatible.” Pixie took a moment and gulped as she looked down, “It’s gossip but I think he got into a fling with one of the Sinister Twins in a rebound. It was an on and off friends who had sex type of thing for a few months until Nate cut it off. He obviously didn’t want Sin Sinister. She was opposite of the types of girls he usually went for. That’s when things took a turn when they started they’re on and off fling because Nate and Marlene still talked and were friendly.” Pixie shook her head, a pained expression flicking across her face. “Sin was obviously jealous, like really jealous of any girl that talked to Nate, even if it was strictly platonic.” “One day Marlene and Nate were talking in the courtyard. Jinx, Sin’s sister, overhead a conversation when the fling was still happening and Nate told Marlene something along the lines of ‘Sin and him weren’t serious and he'd never actually date someone like that.’ That’s when the bullying began, and I noticed a change in Marlene.” Pixie paused, eyes flicking to Wren who looked to be hanging onto every line Pixie spoke. Pixie looked hurt to say the next things. “Sin cut off Nate and her’s fling the next week. Nate was relieved since he was going to do it soon anyways, but Sin didn’t say anything to him directly that she heard what he said about her. Instead, she decided to torment Marlene, who he still loved. You could still tell by the way he’d glance at her in the hallways, even though they were broken up. Sin and Jinx knew it and began tormenting Marlene to get revenge on Nate.” Pixie began crying, “I don’t know what they did, Wren, I don’t but the next things I’m going to tell you cannot tell anyone. Not Olivia, not Frederick. Not anyone. Got it?” Wren nodded with a gulp, not knowing if she wanted to hear it but felt it was necessary. “Marlene came to our dorm room a few days later with cuts, glass and bruises all over her body. I asked her what happened but she couldn’t speak, because her tongue was gone.” Pixie cried harder, shaking her head, “She wrote on a paper that it was Sin and Jinx.” She paused, calming down, “I still hate myself for being in so much fear of what they could do, I didn’t do anything. The next day she had her tongue back, but she didn’t talk about it. She said she couldn’t. They must have scared her into silence.” “A week later I told Nate about what I saw and about the twins. I told him to not to say anything to the twins nor that I told him because I was terrified of the twins from what I saw that night. He of course went straight to them and he didn’t tell them I told him. So, it got worse for Marlene because they thought she told Nate, but she didn’t say anything to anyone.” Pixie began crying again and Wren touched her arm, shaking her head, “It’s not your fault Pixie, none of it is.” Pixie shook her head, “It was, because if I had told them it was me Marlene may have still been here.” She gathered herself after a few sobs and continued, “Nate I think threatened them that day and for a few weeks, nothing happened until the night of the full moon. Our curfew was 7 PM and I couldn’t find Marlene after she went to the restroom during dinner.” She shook her head, “We had to be in our rooms at 7PM so I went there and just thought maybe she snuck out. Then, an hour passed and I got concerned for her. Hours and hours went by with me even more panicking for my friend. We weren’t allowed to leave our rooms so I just stayed up all night, hearing the werewolves howl and jumping at any creak of the floorboards. When the sun came out, I got out of our dorm room and ran to Nate’s dorm, telling him that Marlene never came back to our room.” She shook her head and put her palm to her forehead, “If I had just been brave and left my room during curfew to tell our housemaster or even went straight to Nate, I think she would’ve been alive.” “Did you and Nate find her?” Wren asked in a hush wondering where the story ended on the edge of her seat. Pixie nodded slowly, eyes red from crying, “When we ran around the campus looking for her at 5AM, there was smoke from the forest, behind here.” Pixie pointed behind Wren and her as Wren felt a chill down her spine, “We followed the smoke to a stone circle where there was the most awful smell I had ever came across and Marlene’s clothes, ripped on the ground. I began screaming and I ran to get the headmaster. Nate stayed and cried in pain. I knew from the scene that some witch cult must have murdered her for a ritual the night before.” Pixie stared blankly at the ground, “Since he was alone, he was taken for questioning by the officials who was trying to find the witch cult that was known to be in the area near the campus they had been trying to track for decades. Hence why people think he murdered Marlene to this day when only him and I know who really did it. After that day I asked Nate if he thought the twins did it but he wouldn’t say anything else about what he knew, saying he couldn’t talk about it since the questioning. I respected that and never pushed further but it only confirmed who I thought had a part in Marlene’s death and it had to be the Sinister Twins.” Pixie said, shaking her head. Wren shook her head, squinting in confusion, “Why a ritual though? What do they gain from those?” Pixie eyed Wren, “They practice sacrificial ceremonies for power, beauty and immortality.” She sighed with a shake of her head, “The next week I saw the sinister twins and I could swear they’re skin was flawless, hair longer and stronger, and they looked younger. It was disgusting to see, and I can’t believe they got away with it still to this day.” “And you couldn’t turn them in?” Wren asked, gulping in fear of the twins. Pixie shook her head, “There’s no evidence. I was the only evidence and I failed to do anything.” Pixie paused, hesitating before sharing more, “After Marlene was murdered, I did research on this school and it wasn’t the first time it’s happened, Wren.” A silence took over the girls as Wren felt more chills down her spine, “The twins killing people?” Pixie shook her head, “Witch cult rituals of full-blood humans being sacrificed.” Wren gulped in fear, “How often?” “Every few years, and, can I share one more thing with you Wren?” Wren nodded as Pixie looked straight into her eyes, “I don’t think the Sinister Twins are in their twenties.” “Well, fuck.” Wren said, realizing that these next four years would not go as swimmingly as she once thought. She had a crush on a guy who had a psychopathic witch ex. Now she had to be at the same school as pure evil immortal twin’s who hated full-blood humans and used them for powers, beauty and immortality. “It gets worse though.” “What?” I ask, wondering where Pixie was going. How could it get any worse than all the things she just said? “There’s a full Blood Moon at the end of month and it’s one of the most powerful moons for rituals in the last few decades.” Wren’s eyes couldn’t blink, she felt frozen as she connected the dots. Pixie said what they were thinking aloud, “I think they are grooming you and Olivia for their ritual, Wren.” Well, fuck, school just got a lot more complicated.

If anyone has noticed, I've changed the title from Book of Warlocks & Creatures to Book of Warlocks, Creatures & Diapers as it always felt like there was something missing when I initially made the title and never seemed *right*. After adding in the 'Diapers' at the end, the stars seemed to align just right to put in full what the story is about🌟 This is a 'slow burn' read but diapers and ABDL elements are soon to come and the story will pick up pace in the next few chapters. I definitely welcome comments and constructive criticism as it does encourage me to keep posting and I love hearing people's thoughts about the plot. I look to post a few more chapters by the end of this week🧙‍♀️🧜‍♂️ Chapter 4: Downright Sinister The weekend passed with Wren, Olivia, Pixie and Frederick hanging out around the campus and exploring. The group had noticed Wren had quickly changed moods from the first day as she seemed sad and quiet by the time their first school day rolled around. She barely ate over the weekend and she was pale, despondent. Wren was going through a phase of adjusting, she told herself at least. She had missed home and being around people like herself that didn’t judge her for being a human. She also wish she wasn’t in the same vicinity as an attractive, actor-looking warlock merman who went quickly hot and cold on her, that’d be even another bonus. Ever since Friday when her and Nate talked, she couldn’t help but get more confused on why he showed interest and then when she shared more about herself, he turned quickly off of her and they hadn’t talked since. It was the oddest exchange of her life, to be quite honest. He was showing interest, checking her out with his eyes, and then cold shouldering her in a blink of an eye. She couldn’t help but think…Was it because she was human? Was it her age? Was it that she wasn’t attractive? Or was it just because she was weird? Maybe a mix of all of the above, she thought. Wren tried to focus on the good since arriving though. Her and Olivia had a blossoming friendship from being full-blood humans and that was a treasure in itself. Along with that, she made friends with a fairy and a half-troll half-human which was an incredible friendship that was uniting the quote unquote outcasts of Dragonstone Over the weekend, Wren and Olivia signed up for a herbology club with Frederick since, luckily, it was one of the few clubs that met less than once a month since it took so long to grow things. It was the campus hack that Pixie let them in on that they gladly followed to survive their first semester in a mostly creature and warlock school. On top of that, the school was beautiful from it’s creature students that roamed the halls from vampires, mermen, gollums, 12 foot tall trolls, fairies, warlocks and witches to it’s high cathedral ceilings, hidden rooms, breath-taking cliffs, forests and sea lining the edges of the grounds. Wren was still in awe by it’s beauty the same as she had been when she initially checked out Dragonstone’s website to apply for the international exchange program. She hoped following the 4 year program to apply for citizenship which was a whole other process in itself her parents would inevitably hate her for, but she knew she’d visit the States when she found time between hopefully doing a van life of some sort across the countries of Centaurus and Rune. She still wished she was a witch to be able to do ‘fly life’ as the witches and warlocks call it where they fly around the world with only their brooms, a bag and a magical tent for camping anywhere in Centaurus and Rune. Wren always watched ‘fly life vlogs’ of witches going together for years on expeditions and Wren lived vicariously through those vlogs the past years of her life. From the vlogs, southern Rune was absolutely breathtaking with tropical islands and a different culture that easily made it onto her bucket list to see one day. Not to mention, endangered creatures like pegasuses, griffins, trolls, and a rare type of fairies were said to still inhabit the areas following the Great Migration of 1702 and Wren had always dreamed of seeing a real Pegasus, let alone be able to ride one as a human. There were a few sightings documented in the last few years but the Pegasus population was highly intelligent and stay in hiding. There has always been talks of that warlocks and witches have kept the lands where they graze hidden and protected that the only way to see one is to go on a tour of Rune forests, specifically the dangerous ones where dark blood witches are known to live. It’s somewhere Wren, as a human, would never realistically visit, yet she could always dream. That was always her dream that would never come true but at least the van life would some day that she could count on if she could obtain citizenship here. The one perk of the 4 year exchange program was history of living abroad for 4 years would provide enough ‘ground time’ as deemed by the United Lands programs to obtain a green card in the Lands. The first day of school came quickly as Olivia tried pulling Wren out of bed for breakfast but Wren swatted Olivia’s hand away, “I’m skipping.” She mumbled into her pillow as Olivia rolled her eyes at her friend who skipped a lot of meals in the past few days. Wren was, admittedly, scared of going to the dining hall for two reasons: 1) seeing Nate and feeling pain that shouldn’t normally be felt after knowing a guy for less than a day and 2) the sinister twins. Wren had no desire to see the twins again or accidentally sit in their spots. She would just grab food from the vending machines rather than come across them again, to be quite honest. Wren got up after her second alarm and pulled on her uniform. That was one of the few downsides of Dragonstone School of Warlocks & Creatures: you had to wear uniforms. On top of that, you also had a curfew. Supposedly, the school was safe, yet due to creatures that were students, werewolves and vampires tended to feed most at night and had susceptibility to humans, more so at night, hence the curfews. Curfews were strict and were earlier at night when there were full moons. One of the earliest curfew to not leave dorm rooms was 7PM, specifically on Blood Moon night in a few months. Wren didn’t know until the orientation meeting last Friday that it was a possibility to have a vampire potentially feed on you at night. There was a school creature assault line and counselors for this very reason. From Wren’s research, she learned full-blood humans were most preyed upon. It was a great addition to find out that Olivia and Wren were 2 out of the 17 full-blood humans at school in between three thousand students. Hundreds of those students were half-blood or part-blood humans so that Wren and Olivia weren’t at large in danger and luckily for them, vampire fed also on witches and warlocks from time to time too. Supposedly, they weren’t as good of tasting nor as potent as full-blood humans though. Prior to modern day medicine and engineering, vampires preyed on humans. Now with inventions of synthetic blood, they can now drink blood anytime they want. However, it’s a known thing for vampire’s to overdose and get ‘blood drunk’, which was a lot like getting drunk for humans where vampires feel woozy and overly happy. There are still vampires who get off on drinking humans though, that’s still clear as so many horror stories of vampire rape or murder trials run rampant in the States along with other countries. Although, the opposite has happened and vampires and humans have fallen in love, hence why there are thousands of part vampires in the world. Did you think Twilight was purely fiction? Believe it or not, it was based on a true story. Wren pulled on her stockings and black plaid skirt. She pulled her dark green cape over her, smiling as she looked in the mirror at herself in her first day uniform. She was a bit embarrassed to be wearing a schoolgirl outfit as a college student. She had a choice between pants, long shorts, or a skirt and for some reason she thought it’d be best to get mostly skirts for her wardrobe. Wren didn’t wear skirts often, but since she was starting over a new life, she thought being a bit more girly might be what she wanted to grow into. Given, she had always been more of a ‘tom boy’ her whole life, climbing trees and doing woodwork with her dad as a kid. Every summer growing up she’d go camping with her family and knew a lot of survival basics. Not to mention, she’d volunteer with her parents every other weekend in the summertime doing home renovation or construction for Habitat for Humanity. Her mom gardened and Wren grew up with a green thumb. She had a lot of human skills that served not much purpose anymore in the country she wanted to live the rest of her life. Wren walked down the stairs as she had her satchel full of books and a map in her hand as she half focused on not tripping down the stairs and finding her first hour room. She failed quite quickly as someone stuck their foot out once she made it down the stairs. She tripped, her books and items tumbling out of her bag across the bustling hallway. “Watch where you’re going, filth.” A girl’s voice muttered from above, kicking Wren’s book as Wren looked up and saw the twins backs walking away from the scene. Wren gulped, shaking her head and not understanding why the sisters hated her so much already as she collected her items. She shoved her notebooks and books in her satchel as someone handed her another book. “We should stop meeting like this.” A familiar, husky voice said above Wren as she looked up as she straightened out her skirt, blushing that she noticed most girls wore pants and vests. She definitely didn’t get the memo for what to wear. “Sorry.” Wren said, a bit out of breath as she fixed her hair, brushing it behind her ear as she hugged the book he just handed her and looked up to him. She caught a trace of something in his eyes she didn’t recognize, his face unreadable again. Nate’s eyes melted looking down at her blush, in her adorable little school girl skirt and stockings. Fuck, she’s even hotter in a fucking skirt! He thought, shaking his head and walking past her with a nod of his head. His mind wandered for a moment to the thought of her in a diaper under that skirt. He shook away the imagery almost immediately, afraid that he may not be able to recover if he thought about it any further. As much as he wanted to coddle her or even go as far as teasing her, he resisted with the remaining willpower he had and tried to ignore his internal desires to go back there, pick her up and take her into a room he knew was empty. He wouldn’t, he needed to stay far away. Wren felt a tear fall down her cheek as she looked behind her. She felt, for the second time, his sudden cold-shoulder, left with more confusion from the look he just gave her as if he were checking her out again. Then, his expression changed and he turned cold. It made absolutely no sense the signals he was giving Wren. Wren saw a bathroom nearby and ran into it, passing the large cathedral hand washing station in the center and beautiful chandelier, going into the first stall she could as she put down the toilet seat and cried for a few minutes, hearing the bell ring for first hour. Fuck! She was already late to a class she didn’t know where it was, let alone being bullied by two witches she didn’t know and dealing with a warlock merman she couldn’t help but keep running into who gave her a rollercoaster of emotions. How was she going to survive this year, let alone 4 years by how things were going within her first few days? Chapter 5: Pure Evil Lucky for Wren, her first hour was right near the bathroom she cried in and she was only 3 minutes late, walking in with another lost first year. “Tardiness will be excused for today and today only. Ravenswood and Smith, I presume?” An older woman looked out from under her reading glasses to the two late first year girls slipping through the door. Wren and a girl with long white hair and freckles sat down at the middle left table together, nodding in response to the professor. “Now that everyone’s here, welcome in.” The professor with dark brown, short tight curly hair got up, walking down the row of the class in her dark fuschia pencil skirt and blazer, “I’m Professor Sullivan that will be teaching Orientation to Creature Study. Today we will be going over the first week’s materials and you will have time at the end to get started on your first assignment.” The class growned at first day homework already. By the end of the class, they were allowed to talk or even leave early. The girl next to Wren spoke, “Hi, by the way, I’m Luna Ravenswood. Thanks for coming in late with me today.” Wren smiled friendly to Luna, “Wren Smith, and anytime, just let me know. Also,” Wren pulled out her schedule, “any other classes that we have together today to go late too?” Luna laughed with Wren as they compared schedules and found that they had the same 6th and 7th hour classes later in the day. In a few moments, they failed to get started on their homework and instead, they got to know each other. “So you’re human? Like full-blood?” Luna asked, intrigued to meet a full-blood human from the States for the first time in her whole life. She had only watched American TV shows and dreamed to meet a real human. Wren nodded, “Unfortunately so. How about you?” Luna shrugged, quietly saying, “Full-blood witch, unfortunately.” Wren frowned, “That’s incredible. Why unfortunately?” “I should be asking you the same.” Luna said, looking around the room and feeling like the room was too quiet to tell Wren her true thoughts, “Maybe in a later class or after school we can talk.” She whispered, going to her homework assignment and starting. Wren nodded, understanding it may have not been an appropriate question in the class as she opened her book and got started. Before the end of the class hour, she finished her assignment before anyone else and went up to the Professor, “Can I turn this in early?” She asked, hoping to impress her new professor. She heard behind her, “Overachiever much?” Wren glanced behind her with a blush and then forward as the professor reached out her hand for the homework, eyes looking it over and expecting incorrect answers or sloppy work. To the professor’s surprise, she saw neat handwriting and all correct answers. “Good work, you’re dismissed.” She nodded the new and overachieving student away as Wren smiled, seeing her professor slightly impressed. Luna packed her homework away quickly with Wren, following her newfound friend out the door, “How’d you find those answers so quick?” They walked down the hallways together as the bell went off for end of first hour. Wren gasped for a second as Nate walked out of the door at the end of the hallway in the same direction that Wren and Luna were walking. His eyes quickly going over Wren and meeting her eyes, then looking away as he passed the girls as if he didn’t know them. As they turned the corner into an empty hallway near the bridge connecting to Wren’s second hour, Luna pushed Wren against the wall, “What was THAT?” Wren squinted confused at her newfound friend, “What?” Acting as if she wasn’t blushing from passing Nate in the halls. “You’re all blushing after we just passed Nate Seastone and he totally just checked you out! Please don’t tell me you have a crush on him, right?” She said Nate Seastone and him like it was a bad thing. Wren liked it when Luna said it, even if she was alluding to him being a bad thing. Wren was beginning to think she was a girl who liked ‘bad guys’. Ugh, how more annoying could she get! Wren thought to herself. “Uhm, well, I wouldn’t be as strong to say that…” Wren trailed off, “I don’t want to be late to another class-” Luna cut Wren off, “Wren, you seem like a good person. Nate Seastone is not. Please be careful.” Wren searched Luna’s eyes, “What do you mean?” Luna looked at her gold plated small watch on her wrist, “I’ll tell you later- we have to go if we don’t want to be late and we don’t have the same class to be late too this time Wren!” Wren nodded, jogging down the same bridge and parting ways for their next classes as Wren was left in confusion by the now second person telling Wren to be careful with Nate. It was apparent that he was dangerous, yet why did that make Wren even more flustered and give her butterflies? Ugh! Nothing at this school made sense to her! The day flew by as Wren went to her classes. In her 3rd hour Alchemy class she had a 90% full class of warlocks and witches. Professor Fizby thought she was in the wrong class when she came in. Wren spent her lunch hour in the bathroom eating her vending machine protein bar in peace. She found that she had the same room with Professor Fizby for her 5th hour as well for her Potion Engineering Introduction class. The second time he saw her in 5th hour he said underneath his ginger handlebar mustache and long beard, “Ah, Miss Smith again.” He grumbled in a slight annoyance to see the human girl in another Alchemist path course. She wouldn’t make it far, he knew that. You need magic to practice Alchemy and a human girl could not complete the future tasks at hand. If the school wanted to take her money, they would though. Luna was in Wren’s 6th and 7th hour classes as well and the pair walked into their last class Enchantments 101 together. It was by a stroke of luck they even made it a moment before the bell went off since the class was on the complete other side of the school and up three floors from their 6th hour class. The two girls were flushed as they walked in, finding seats were completely full of warlocks and witches of either full-blood or parts. There were only two seats left on opposite sides of the room and Wren made the mistake of looking up before going to the other open seat Luna wasn’t heading to. Thankfully Wren’s face was already red from running through the hallways because she blushed as she met Nate’s eyes blinking away their annoyance. He looked down to his packet in his hands and leaned on a desk nearby the professor’s desk. Was he a student teacher or assistant this semester? Wren wondered as she sat down at the far-right table that was coincidentally nearest to Nate’s student assistant desk and got out her book as Nate crossed his arms and looked to the Professor who began speaking, although it was near impossible for him to ignore Wren sitting so close to him in the room. He knew he was fucked this semester immediately once he saw Wren walk in the class, that was certain. Maybe he could get a transfer or ask to step down… yet he knew he couldn’t because it was necessary voluntary hours for his WD. “Welcome in everyone to Enchantments 101 course. I’m Professor Ludwig and this is my assistant for the semester Nate.” Nate nodded charmingly to the class, not looking even close to Wren’s direction, “We’ll start with attendance, go over our orientation materials and you know what, fuck it, maybe we’ll let out class early it’s beautiful outside.” The professor said, with a finely trimmed goatee and medium length hair as he walked around and leaned on the desk in the room, looking over his attendance list as the room cheered and laughed. “I heard Professor Ludwig is one of the coolest professors. So happy we have him for last hour!” One of the werewolf students said to the side of Wren to his jock friend he nudged. Wren glanced at Nate who was obviously not looking in her direction. She saw him smile at the professor cursing with a light chuckle. Wren gawked for a moment before looking down to her book, trying to ignore her sudden flustered state being in the same room as him. Wren noticed a lot of the professors were extremely strict, more strict than elementary teachers she had in the States. To say the least, Professor Ludwig was a breath of fresh air. He also didn’t look like most warlock professors and wore more metropolitan clothing with a white dress shirt under a long-sleeve dark grey sweatshirt. Wren’s other professors she had that day wore traditional clothing like pointed hats and cloaks. Given, he was one of the younger professors in his early-forties with a handsome and humorous expression when he spoke that seemed genuine. He went through the list until he got halfway to the end, “Guinevere Smith.” “Here!” Wren said in a small voice, raising her hand and saying quickly, “I go by Wren though.” “Gwen then? Noted.” Professor Ludwig began writing. Wren corrected him quickly, “No, Wren with a ‘W’.” He wasn’t the first professor to almost write down Gwen that day. People thought since she was a Guinevere that the G would carry over for Gwen instead of Wren since the beginning of her name sounded like ‘Gwen-e-veire’. No one really understood her nickname besides her old best friend. “Okay Wren with a W, I have you written down and will try my absolute hardest to not insult you by calling you Gwen.” He smiled charismatically as Wren and the class laughed at his small joke he made. Although it wasn’t the best one, the atmosphere in the room was playful from Professor Ludwig’s naturally humorous and genuine presence. The whole time this conversation between the professor and Wren happened, Nate curiously studied Wren. He personally really liked her real name, Guinevere. It was beautiful to him, like she was. For a fleeting moment, his mind mused about calling her Guinevere if she was being a good, bad or naughty girl. There were too many ways he could say her name in the right tone to elicit what he meant. Fuck. Why did she have to have a more beautiful name he imagined saying only when they were alone together? He thought to himself, looking down to his packet. The class was dismissed as Wren got her items and felt a soft nudge on her arm where the two werewolf classmates sat, “Hi , by the way, I’m Kyle and this is Wolfe. Thought we’d introduce ourselves. We’re second years here, haven’t seen you here, is this your first year?” Kyle’s hazel eyes looked down to Wren’s short frame, knowing that Wolfe would claim her first that he didn’t bother to act like he fancied her too. Wren looked up seeing his counterpart Wolfe who was very handsome. You could tell he was more werewolf from his sharp and jagged nails and large structure. He had warm, melting brown eyes and a handsome human face. Most werewolves looked human, but they had hairy chests, arms, legs and specifically hair framing their face. Wolfe had a chiseled jaw line and nose that was rare in most werewolves. “Hi, urm, I’m Wren. First year.” He smiled with his canine’s showing, “Wren with a W right?” He said, a bit flirtatiously to Wren, “Nice to meet you, Wren.” He voice was husky and sultry smooth as Wren smiled back and went back to putting away her items. The guys left the room as she overheard Professor Ludwig talking to Nate. “Ah, the WD boards, I do not miss studying for those.” Professor Ludwig said, looking out the large ceiling to floor windows outside his 5th floor classroom as Luna walked up to me. “I already don’t miss them.” Nate said, putting away his items and zipping up his backpack, “Is it okay if I go early as well?” “Of course, I’m sure you have better things to do then to hang out with an old professor.” Professor Ludwig patted Nate’s shoulder as they chuckled. Nate began walking out of the classroom at the same time as Luna and Wren. “Wren, can I speak with you?” Wren’s back went stiff as she paused in the hallway near Luna and looked to her friend. Luna nodded to Wren with a slightly cautious look, “We’ll catch up later, Wren.” She got the drift as Nate looked between the two. Wren nodded to Nate and Nate took her wrist, pulling her the opposite way. He took her down the hallway and into an empty classroom with tall ceilings and tables pushed against the walls with chairs up. He closed the doors behind them with a flick of his wrist by magic. Wren felt a few butterflies seeing him easily use magic so casually. He leaned against a desk and looked at her with a conflicted expression over his face. “Is there any way you can switch classes for 7th hour?” He asks in a solemn tone. Wren threw her bag down in annoyance, “Why do you hate me so much that I need to switch classes, Nate?” She threw her hands up, already done with this dance between her and Nate. Nate put his hands over his forehead and then behind his head in frustration with a sigh, “It’s the complete opposite Wren.” He says with a pause, drinking in the view of her like a glass of water that he’s not allowed to drink, “I can’t stop thinking of the things I want to do to you and it’s driving me close to insanity. The more I see you, the more I won’t be able to resist.” He says bluntly, crossing his arms with his eyes trailing from her confused moss green ones to her lips he so desperately wanted to kiss at that moment. Wren’s eyebrows knit together, “Then why don’t you just do those things?” She asks, being as blunt as Nate, blushing that she just said what she was thinking. Nate’s jaw tightened, licking his lips as his eyes flashed at her comment. A thought flicked across his face as he got off the desk, walking over to Wren. His hand went to brush her soft dark hair behind her ear as he inched teasingly closer. Wren’s breathing hitched as she looked up to him and caught his woodsy cologne that entranced her along with his proximity closing the gap between them so very quickly. Nate was obviously experienced and confident as he looked down to her. His eyes traced from her eyes down to her mouth and he leaned down. Wren closed her eyes as she tilted her head up, not expecting to kiss him so soon. Wren gasped as Nate’s soft lips grazed her chin instead of connecting to her lips. He trailed down lower and kissed her neck as she lightly giggled and he chuckled, pulling back and meeting her eyes underneath her naturally long, dark lashes. “Ticklish, hm?” He teases, fingertips pushing her hair behind her ear as her cheeks flush in embarrassment. He smiled, finding her ticklish spot she didn’t even know she had so easily. “No-“ She squealed in another giggle as he smiled knowingly and lunged in with more kisses to her neck. In another moment, he pushed her back onto the edge of a desk, grabbing her hips and lifting her up onto the desk. He pushed her legs apart with his hips as he kept attacking her neck with kisses and Wren got flustered with the tickles, excitement and butterflies in her stomach from Nate giving her such sudden attention and affection like she’d never experienced before. He slowed down as she stopped giggling and began kissing up her neck to her chin. He pulled back slowly, eyes drifting to her eyes and lips, then kissing her on her lips. The one kiss turned into his tongue in hers teasingly. The kiss was a dance between the two, Nate gently kissing her as his hands explored her soft thighs and back. He stopped himself from touching her in any sweet spots but he was close to losing himself as they kissed. Wren felt like she was in heaven as she kissed him back, scared maybe she wasn’t as experienced as him but enjoying the teasing dance between their lips and tongues. She thought too much about it for a second and her tongue came down on his lip, biting him by accident. Nate pulled back for a moment, looking down at her with an unreadable expression, “Did you just bite me?” Wren blushed, embarrassed, “It was by accident, I’m sorry.“ Humor flickered over Nate’s eyes, as his hand cupped her chin gently to tilt her to look into his eyes, “Do it again and you’ll get a spanking, understand?” Wren gasped, feeling hot and bothered as he said that to her. He couldn’t be serious could he? It sounded kinky and a part of her really liked that. She felt small underneath him as she looked into his eyes and it just made her wetter than she already was. Was Nate that kinky? She had no idea but wanted to find out more. Wren would say she was on the ‘weird’ spectrum but hadn’t had much sexual experience to confirm her tastes. She just knew, at this moment, anything Nate would do to her was her tastes. If that was a spanking, she thinks she’d love that. Nate’s eyes held an intimidating look for a moment that Wren hadn’t seen before from him. It was a different side of him that was authoritative and controlling in a way that switched away with a blink as he murmured, “Good girl.” He kissed her once more with their tongues intertwining and then he pulled back, sighing as he stood tall again, his fingers playing with the hem of her plaid skirt as he thoughtfully looked down to it. He kissed her hair and his lips grazed her ear, thoughts racing in his head. “The things I would do to you, Guinevere.” He murmured into her ear with a sultry voice, one saying without words that he wanted to fuck her in the simplest of terms. Wren could feel her pulse quickening and her heart fluttering from the way he said her name. It made her wet, like really wet. The way he was around her made her more hot and bothered than she had ever been. She hated how much he turned her on by just soft kisses and words. She felt like she couldn’t speak, frozen in excitement below him and just wishing he’d do those things he kept thinking but wouldn’t say. She was sure she’d like those things very very much. To Wren’s disappointment, Nate pulled away, arms behind his head as he paced in a circle for a moment. Wren sat on the desk, feeling the rejection that Nate nonverbally showed, “Why can’t you do those things, Nate? I’m so confused, and I don’t get why you keep going hot and cold ever since I met you.” Nate leaned on the desk across the room again, as if he couldn’t control himself if he were closer. He didn’t say anything as he studied her from across the room. Adorable, sexy, witty, weird, beautiful, little tendencies and shy, all the things I crave in a partner… fuck! Nate thought, his brain still conflicted from knowing what he should do versus what could endanger her further. She was basically asking for him to have his cake and eat it too, yet she didn’t know that he wasn’t allowed to have his cake. Although he could eat it, that would never be fair to Wren. He didn’t want to tease the poor girl. “I can’t be with a human, Wren.” Nate said, the words falling out and he wished he could put the words back inside as they left, knowing it would hurt her. He didn’t want to hurt her, but knew he needed to break this off before he got more feelings for Wren. It was close to him being unable to go back, given that was the best kiss he’d ever had. He was tantalized and felt like he was tingling after kissing her. It was unfair the feelings he’d already caught for this girl. Wren frowned, “Why though?” Wren knew humans weren’t liked, but now that she thought of it further, she began to see now why Nate only showed affection in hidden places. He took her to the attic where they were alone and now an empty classroom. Whenever she was in public, he barely would even look at her. It all connected now on why he was hot and cold! Nate shook his head, “I-“ The door opened to the classroom and Professor Ludwig entered, halting as he saw Nate and Wren, “Sorry, I can go-“ “No, we we’re just leaving.” Nate said, grabbing his backpack, “Sorry Professor.” He nodded and left the classroom as Wren didn’t peep a word, quickly shuffling out behind him. Nate grabbed Wren’s wrist and pulled her to the side of the hallway where no one was around, “I am going to say this quickly and as bluntly as I can-“ He looked around as if paranoid and then met Wren’s eyes with lust shadowing his, “I would fuck you in a heartbeat and call you mine if it were outside of this school and circumstances were different.” Mine, what did that mean? Wren wanted to find out first hand. She internally winced, feeling the ‘but’ coming as he paused and she saw his expression look sad, “But,” Ugh, the dreaded but! Wren thought. “I want you to be an Alchemist one day. I want you to live your life and I want you to be happy. You deserve that and that’s why I can’t date you, I can’t talk to you and I can’t be with you. Please understand that and please, for god’s sake Wren, change your 7th hour to spare me the pain of seeing you every day.” Wren searched his eyes in confusion. Nate had a look of confliction across his face as he looked pained to tell her those things. Did he want her or not? What he said made absolutely no sense to Wren! She felt her eyes get watery as she blinked, “I just don’t get why though Nate, none of this makes sense! If you want me and I want you, why are we going to never see each other again?” Wren said in a raspy but hushed voice. Nate looked around with a sigh, “I’ve gotten people hurt, Wren. I don’t want that to happen again, ever. Especially to you. If we don’t get involved, you’ll be okay. I already said too much and please, just listen to me. I’m begging you.” He said, with a serious voice as he looked down to Wren. Wren gulped, “That must be why people told me to stay away from you.” Wren stepped back, swallowing her pain and shoving it down as she adjusted her satchel, knowing deep down that Luna and Pixie were right, “I’ll try to change my 7th hour. I guess this is goodbye, Nate.” She nodded, exchanging one last pained glance to him as she left Nate standing there and watching as she walked away. Wren walked to the school’s secretary office that day and changed her 7th hour. Knowing that she’d have to just take the class next semester. Wren instead got an Intro to Herbology class for 7th hour, sad to know she wouldn’t have Professor Ludwig for a few months nor being able to share her 7th hour with Luna, even if they were on opposite sides of the room. Wren finally showed her face in the dining hall that night, sitting next to Pixie, Frederick, Olivia and Luna came over with a plate, “Can I join you all?” She asked as the group nodded and she inserted herself near Wren. “Are you okay?” Luna asked quietly as Frederick, Olivia and Pixie talked loudly to one another. “Yea, why?” Wren asked, meeting Luna’s dark brown almond shaped eyes studying hers. “Nate took you into that classroom, what happened?” She asked directly, skating over politeness. Wren sighed, trying to ignore the painful feeling bubbling it’s way to her chest, “We-urm, kissed.” Luna shook her head, “Please, stay away from him, Wren.” Wren nodded, “We’re done. I just don’t get why you keep warning me about him, what did he do?” Wren asked lowly, Pixie nearby her catching the serious tone that Wren and Luna had. “He murdered a human girl last year from what I’ve heard, Wren. It was his ex-girlfriend, supposedly.” Wren felt her heart sink in her chest, all feelings for him suddenly leaving. Pixie butted into the conversation quickly, “He didn’t murder her, that was gossip. I knew her, she was my good friend and dorm mate.” The small thread of hope that Nate was a good guy clung to Wren’s heart as Pixie was seemingly stuck up for him. Luna gave a confused look to Pixie, “How do you know it wasn’t him?” Pixie shook her head as she looked around the dining hall as if paranoid, “It wasn’t. He’s a good guy that mixed with pure evil by accident. I can’t say it here, I just can’t and won’t but just know it wasn’t him.” Olivia was across the table from the girls and asked, “What are you girls gossiping about?” Pixie was chewing her salad as she shook her head, “Nothing.” The three went quiet, going back to their food yet Wren was in the brink of going over the edge of insanity that she suddenly lost her appetite. She was crushing on Nate, hard. That moment they had earlier lit her on fire and she would trade having that feeling again for anything. He made her feel alive, more than she had felt the past 19 years of her life and wanted to bottle up that feeling for the rest of her life. She never had sex before, yet she wanted it with him. She wanted him to do the things he kept telling her he wanted to do. Wren saw a side of him earlier that she wanted to see again. In front of others, he was charming and handsome, but yet, behind closed doors he was beyond teasing and controlling in the hot and bothering way that she wanted more of. She wanted him, more than she would admit too at the moment. From the pained look he gave her earlier, it seemed like he wanted her too in the same ways but something was stopping him. Wren would figure out the thing stopping him and destroy it so there was no wall between what Nate and Wren could be together. She would find a way to make them work. This type of relationship wasn’t meant to die, right? Wren knew she couldn’t let it. If she could find out more then she could make it work. Little did Wren know, that curiosity may just try to kill her one day.

Per you request I have decided to post another chapter today! 🙂 Chapter 3: Filthy Human “Guinevere Smith.” Wren up her hand, “Here!” “You’re name isn’t-“ Frederick began to whisper to Wren as she grabbed her dorm and class assignments. She retrieved her paper and looked greedily down to see her schedule for her first semester. “Wren is my nickname, my full name is Guinevere Smith unfortunately.” “You find a lot of things unfortunate that aren’t.” Frederick said, more to himself as he got up when his name was called, the chair screeching as he got up. The other students gawked at his over 8 foot height as he passed by to retrieve his dorm and class assignments. Olivia elbowed Wren, “What room are you? What’s your first class?” “Room 661, how about you?” “Room 602, that should be close right? And yay!! We have the same 4th hour!” Olivia whispered excitedly to Wren who smiled back. Both girls found out they were the lucky 2 out of 4 foreign exchange program students that year and had even more in common every time they talked. They were full-blood humans from the United States and had similar guy interests apparently. That was quite a bit in common as it was in a mostly warlock and creature school. Wren smiled silently, studying her hours as the professor kept handing out dorm and class assignments. 1st hour: Orientation to Creature Study 2nd hour: Professional Writing 3rd hour: Alchemy Biochemistry I 4th hour: History of Centureon 5th hour: Potion Engineering Introduction 6th hour: Spellcasting Ethics 7th hour: Enchantments 101 Wren giddily looked over her classes. Although she could never be a witch, the program she was accepted into was to become an Alchemist and get her on track for an expedited track. Wren wanted to be the first human Alchemist, it was a dream of hers since she knew she wasn’t a witch. “Wow, you’re taking a lot of witch and warlock classes there. Why so adventurous?” Frederick glanced over to Wren’s classes and back to his that was based on a curriculum track to become a Herbologist one day. “I’d like to be an Alchemist, I know it’s farfetched.” She said timidly, a bit ashamed to say her ambitions aloud. “That’s badass, Wren.” Olivia said, looking over Wren’s classes to see if they had anything else in common. They didn’t since Olivia was wanting to major in teaching so she could teach abroad, specifically for Human Studies for Centureon. There were too many misconceptions on humans that Olivia wanted to share with creatures and warlocks to bridge the gap in knowledge between the countries. After a few moments, the students were sent to their dorms and freed for the rest of the night. Wren and Olivia split off from Frederick to their castle dorm. The girls went up a few sets of stairs to the third floor where the connecting bridge want to their dorms. Wren gasped as she look to the open cathedral pillars that looked over to the cliffs and sea surrounding the sides of the campus grounds. “Holy shit.” Olivia whispered as they halted and looked out in awe. They kept moving to up a few more stairs to the 6th floor where there dorms were. They went to the entry of where the dorm rooms should have been but saw no doors. They halted in confusion, examining the school map again as if they took a wrong turn. Pixie appeared behind them, coming out of the painting, “Hey Wren and Olivia!” She said with enthusiasm, “I’m your Resident Advisor this year, how exciting! This way!” She motioned and went back through the painting of an old queen. Wren gave wide eyes to Olivia as she closed her eyes as walked through the painting, feeling tingly for a moment until she got to the other side within a second. She opened her eyes to see a huge house common room with a small library down a small set of stairs to the right and many couches laid across the room. “This is the common area, sometimes there’s game nights or study groups in here. Other times there’s people doing things they shouldn’t be on the couch. If you ever see it, call me and I’ll be over to report them.” She said as the girls giggled at the comment. “I see you both have separate rooms. Since I’m an RA this year, I could maybe swap your rooms, but you both can’t tell anyone, okay?” Pixie winked and took out a marker, writing a new number on both of their papers. “629 is the new room. Again, I did nothing.” She whispered and Wren and Olivia nodded, following Pixie with their luggage to the new room. Pixie opened the door to three queen dorm beds against three separate pillars of the dorm room. The beds had black canopy’s on each and the window looking out was tall with Ivy encircling the glass on the other side. Wren and Olivia’s jaws dropped at the beauty. They dropped their items down and fell back on their beds. “Holy shit.” The second time Olivia said that that day as they both were amazed by their really cool dorm room. “Holy shit.” Wren repeated and kept laying as Pixie laughed at the two. “You’re welcome ladies. Back to work I go!” She chirped and left them as Wren rolled over, looking to Olivia on her stomach. “This is insane.” “I know right!” Olivia exclaimed, “I can’t wait to spend these next two semesters with you, it’s going to be a blast!” The girls unpacked their items and by 5PM they explored the campus, finding the main dining hall again. Wren and Olivia sat down at a middle table at the back of the expanse dining room where it was more quieter. “That’s our seat, filthy humans.” A voice said immediately behind Wren as Wren turned slowly, looking up at the same blue and brown eyed girl who set snakes in her backpack earlier that day. Wren, to be quite honest, had enough that day with these rude girls and people insulting her about being a human. She stood slowly, “What’s wrong with being a human? We don’t look that different. We smell the same. We-“ Suddenly, Wren couldn’t speak as the twin behind her had a wand pointed lowly and was speaking an enchantment almost in an inaudible whisper. Wren clawed at her mouth, unable to open it in horror. “Shut up, human filth and find another seat before it becomes permanent.” Sin Sinister said, snapping her fingers and releasing the girls spell as Wren gasped and blinked back tears, confused why these girls were being so mean. Was this what her parent’s always warned about? Wren had never been in the midst of magic, let alone being in front of people who used it against her in dark ways. This couldn’t be allowed! They were bullying her. “We’ll leave, sorry.” Olivia said, pulling Wren who pulled away and walked the opposite way of Olivia. Olivia didn’t follow, seeing that it looked like Wren wanted to be alone. Wren walked briskly away, eyes tearing up from what just happened with those evil twins she had been warned about. A guy was walking backwards from a classroom near the dining hall as she collided into a solid body that didn’t move as she fell into him. “Sorry.” She mumbled, not looking and trying to keep walking as she felt her hand grabbed gently tugging her aside. “Wren?” A familiar warm and deep voice with a Centaurus accent said, immediately perking her up as she met Nate’s eyes. She regretted looking up instantly as her eyes were blurry and she was about to cry. She was already a weird snake girl to him, now she was digging her grave further as a weird cry baby snake girl. “Sorry, it’s not a good time.” She said, shaking her head and trying to pull away. “Are you okay?” He asked, looking concerned down as she looked like a puddle and lost. It melted his heart a little bit that this human girl he met today was seeming to have a bad experience. To be quite honest, since the moment he met her he had bad thoughts, in not a normal way. She was attractive to Nate and he wanted to do a lot of things to her, things he should never say because it’d scare her away like he’d done with past flings. “I’m not but if I bask in my own self-pity not in front of someone who makes me feel flustered I’d feel better.” She said, gasping that she just said that out loud. Nate blinked, smiling that she was flustered in his presence. He liked doing that to someone like her. Someone he wanted to do bad things to that is. Someone he’d like to diaper and baby. Ugh, the thought of her in a diaper made him wild. He tried to blink away the thought, not imagining it any further as he knew most girls thought that was beyond weird and hard limits for them, yet, this Wren didn’t seem that type. He couldn’t stop thinking of her since earlier when he grabbed her baby blanket in her bag. Sure, it was a blanket from childhood but it gave him an inkling that maybe she’d be open to Nate’s kinks. “Are you okay with skipping dinner?” Nate would try to control himself from going too far with her the first day he met her. He told himself that at least. “I wasn’t going to eat, but-“ She tilted her head, biting her lip as Nate’s eyes grazed her mouth, wondering if he should spend time with her any further considering the thoughts running rampant in his head already. “Yeah, I am.” She said, looking up and wondering what Nate was up to. Nate briskly began walking the opposite way of the dining hall, “Follow me.” Wren trotted behind him, eyes admiring the way his back muscles slightly rippled underneath his shirt as he walked ahead of her. She blinked back the thoughts of liking or having a crush on him, deciding it was in her best interests to not put herself further in danger with the Sinister Twins. Ten minutes and corridors after corridors with a few flights up a spiral staircase later, Nate lead them to his secret area up in the attic of the co-ed castle dorms. There was a large mirror he walked up to that was a hidden doorway. He pulled forward the mirror door and motioned Wren to go inside. Wren hesitated for a moment, a thought flicking across her mind, “This isn’t a place you take people to like... murder them, right?” She looked up with a deadpanned face. Nate’s expression was unreadable for a moment and then a trace of humor gleamed in his sea blue eyes, “If it was, would you still follow me inside?” Wren crossed her arms with a frown, “Good question, I’ll think about it.” She said as she gave a mischevious smile and walked forward through a vintage black velvet curtain that opened into a large attic of old furniture and shelving. “Woah.” Wren said, head looking up at the high cathedral ceilings that one bookshelf in the middle spiraled up to. A warlock had to have created this room, it was immaculate in design, yet it was only an attic of a college. How peculiar! Wren thought, her fingertips grazing a mahogany bookshelf with really old, delipidated books on it as her eyes studied the spines. “Beautiful.” Nate’s eyes trailed Wren’s moss green and hungry eyes for curiosity down to her pink and pouty lips. His eyes grazed over her long, beautiful and dark wavy hair that fell in waves down her back to her small but curvy frame that was easily sculpted in her tight jeans. Did she even know she was a 10? Nate thought to himself, studying her then looking away as her eyes glanced back to him, almost catching him checking her out. “This is. How did you find it?” Wren asked, looking up to him and then going to the other antiques and an old couch almost staged as a little living room to the corner of the large attic. Nate smiled, keeping the inside joke to himself that he just called her beautiful, not the attic. He wouldn’t say it but he'd keep that secret to himself for now. “In my first year I explored the campus, finding this room with a few of my friends. The last four years when curfew hit we would go up here and party all night.” Nate said, nostalgia in his eyes as he looked across the room to the door in the other far corner to outside the balcony. “Did you just say… last 4 years?” Wren asked, looking up and realizing that he may have been older that she initially thought. Wren was guessing he might be a 3rd or 4th year, but not a post-grad! Sinister Sister and age gap, two red flags I shouldn’t like this guy for, right? Wren thought to herself. If he was graduating soon, there was no realistic way they’d work, even if she had a chance with him. Nate took a moment, studying her shifting eyes as she looked down dejectedly to a marble statue of a Griffin near her, fingertips grazing the carved marble. Was that a turnoff to mention his age? He wondered as he looked her over. She was young, a first year, after all. She seemed timid and awkward, yet he felt such a strong pull towards her. It was strange, his admiration of this human girl- or at least he assumed she was human from the way she acted. He’d never seen such a beautiful human girl in his life, to be quite honest, and it intrigued him more than he thought ever possible. Wren looked back up to him as he spoke, “I’m in post-grad here, my 5th year.” He said, eyes studying her reaction as she blinked, realizing he was way too old for her. “I double majored for Warlock Arts and Alchemy last year. Graduating in two years with my WD if I pass my boards.” Wren was intrigued by his ambitions. He was in school for his Warlock Doctorate(WD) and that was an advanced degree for warlocks and witches, notoriously one of the hardest doctorates to get in the United Lands. The boards for the WD was a grueling one that required a lot of practice, magical tests to pass and papers. Ugh, not only was he remarkably attractive but also exceptionally gifted and intelligent! Wren thought to herself. Wren looked back to the Griffin marble statue, her finger touching the cold stone wing as she realized… that meant he was a warlock! She, for some reason, forgot that she was in Centaurus where 90% of people were part or full creature. Why did she forget around Nate the difference between creatures and humans? She, for a moment, mistakenly assumed he was human or maybe part human. “Oh, that’s cool you’re a warlock.” Wren said, crossing her hands awkwardly as she met Nate’s eyes again. Humor played at Nate’s expression as he gave a half-smile and his fingers grazed the stubble on his chin, “It’s fairly cool, I’m part.” Wren blinked, hearing ‘part’ as if it were a bad thing. She heard a lot of witches boasted about being full-bloods and part was thrown around similarly to being called a mutt. Wren read recently in the book Centaurus Slang for Dummies that mutt was an insult for part or half-blood warlocks and creatures. It was similar strength as someone saying ‘bitch’ which was a strong negative connotation. Wren was shy to ask, but asked anyways, “What’s the other part?” Humor pulled at his expression at her shyness, he liked it a lot more than he’d care to admit, “Amphibian.” Wren blinked and stuttered, “Amphib-“ Her moss green eyes were confused, “Amphibian… like mermaid?” “Yes, like mermaid.” He chuckled lightly at her confusion, as if she had never talked to a part merman part warlock before. “That’s somewhat even cooler.” She said, acting like she wasn’t intrigued although she was highly intrigued. She just didn’t want to embarrass herself further knowing she didn’t have even a slight chance to date this part merman part warlock handsome man before her. The age gap and Sinister Twins told the logical part of her brain to run far away, yet the strings in her heart played the song of a human and the warlock merman love story. She trailed her fingers across the items on the spiral shelving around the corner that lead to a spiral staircase going up the shelf and a ladder near the side. Her mind fell back to why Nate initially found her and how she felt so out of place, eyes sadly looking to the trinkets before her. Her tiny fingers brushed the lightwood wand on the shelf, wiping off dust from the wood. “What about you?” Nate strolled behind her, watching her as if she was a movie. He was wondering why he was so intrigued about her. It’s like his mind couldn’t help but explore her, who she was, and why she was here. Not only that, his mind trailed to the things they could do together, how far he could push her and explore her body. He blinked away the last thought, trying to remind himself to calm his natural instincts down as quickly as he could to not scare off another girl. “Part human part awkward girl.” Wren said, smiling as she picked up the wand, fingers circling over the wood. Nate chuckled breathlessly at her by her witty response, “I haven’t heard that before. Must be a new species of creature.” He charmingly said in his light Centaurus accent. Wren giggled, almost more flirtatiously than she wanted, to his response, “Yes, not many of my type out there.” Her eyes met his as he inched closer, fingertips going over hers on the wand, “May I?” Wren nodded, letting go of the wand as he grasped the wand, hand floating the wand expertly and murmuring words she didn’t quite understand, “Ceundo quavelo.” A mist cloud of Gryffins flew out of his wand, dancing in the air around the spiral bookshelf until they encircled Wren. She giggled at the tickle of the tiny cloud Griffins dancing past the crook between her ears and shoulders, almost kissing her neck in a flutter of a feather. Nate’s eyes lit up as he watched her giggle like a little girl, watching her playfully twirl around in the attic with the Griffins still trailing around her as he lowered the wand and they disappeared. Her eyes grew quickly sad with something he couldn’t place when they disappeared. Nate almost wanted to cast the cloud Griffins again to make her happy once more, but he refrained. Wren gulped, looking down to the wand, “May I?” Nate nodded, handing her back the wand but then deciding to instruct her as she gripped it incorrectly, “Like this.” He took her fingers, electricity running between them as his fingers rearranged hers over the wand to hold it like a real witch. “Thanks.” She said without missing a beat as she pointed like Nate did, “Ceundo quavelo.” Nothing happened as she blinked sadly. Nate watched her face flush and her eyes grow sad as he was left impressed by her inclination to quickly perform a bit of magic better than most fellow warlocks and witches he’d seen in his classes, “That was impressive.” He said, leaning against a bookshelf and crossing his arms, “You’ll make a fine witch one day.” He murmured with a crooked smile. He was beyond impressed by how quick-witted she was in memorizing a spell and a wand motion like a real witch, but he wouldn’t tell her that just yet. Wren gulped in twinge of jealousy of not being a real witch as she set the wand back on the shelf, “I hope.” Her air of sadness filling the gap between her and Nate. A moment of silence filled the room as Nate studied her as she looked over a vintage typewriter on the desk, “Why are you here, Wren?” Wren, his voice saying her name in a sultry smooth way she hadn’t heard before. It made Wren’s stomach flip with butterflies as her fingers traced the cool metal keys of the typewriter. “A 4 year international exchange program to become an-“ She closed her eyes, wincing to brace herself for embarrassment to admit this to a handsome warlock merman who stood in front of her, “Alchemist.” Nate smiled warmly, eyes melting at the human girls ambitions that were far harder than she may know yet, “That’s quite ambitious but I meant... why are you really here?” Wren opened one eye as she turned her head to peak and see what his expression read. His eyes weren’t judging, just studying her thoughtfully. She caught his eyes checking her out, his eyes going from her hips to her face as she blushed by the thought. Wren turned, leaning her bottom on the desk with the typewriter on it and masking his same pose with her arms crossed. She paused, taking a moment to think deeper into what he meant, “I…” She trailed off, understanding what he was asking why a human girl traveled 3000 miles to an unfamiliar country and a school that hated her kind, “have always been pulled towards living here my whole life.” She said, her mind thinking how to articulate why she was here and not going to Harvard Law School like she initially told her parents, “I never fit in nor had friends back home. I’m used to that, and embrace it here still, yet, the few hours I’ve been here I’ve been more at home than ever in the States. I don’t belong there, and I’ve always known that.” Nate’s eyes blinked sadly, not understanding how this beautiful human girl who seemed so timid and innocent never had fit in in her culture that she’d feel the need to travel to a completely different continent. Was it her beauty that scared away others? Or maybe her ambitions? Wren continued after a thoughtful pause, “My parents, uncles, aunts, classmates and basically everyone warned me about here my entire life. They said I would never fit in, that I’d never make it, that I’d be endangered. Part of me believed them, especially today when I’ve had a few instances of pure-“ She shook her head, eyes watering, “hatred for my kind that I’d never seen before, yet.. part of me believes that I belong here more than anywhere else. I don’t know what awaits in my life, but this is where I’m supposed to be.” Hatred… Nate wondered who would be mean to Wren, why someone would attempt to hurt her emotionally or, he hoped not, physically. She was beautiful, innocent and although human, he knew that Centaurus was progressive along with Dragonstone paving the way for relations with humans. The only people Nate could consider as downright evil was the Sinister Twins or the witch cults and covens. Nate’s mind thought for a moment, realizing that maybe, just maybe, the cults had targeted another human girl he liked. Not Wren too. He thought, mouth going in a line as he locked eyes with Wren, realizing that what happened in the past may happen again. He wouldn’t let this happen, not over his dead body. Nate knew what he’d have to do this time around, as much as it pained him. Wren stood, confused as she watched Nate’s expression change to a crossed one as he looked down, looking to lose interest in her quickly, “I think we should go.” He said, standing and brushing the dust off his hands, knowing that he couldn’t afford to get attached to another human girl. It was far too dangerous for the girl and him. Wren’s face fell, feeling embarrassed that maybe something she said turned him off as he turned cold quickly. He showed her the way out, regretting that he even shared his secret spot in the castle to her. He only showed two people it outside of his old friends before they graduated and left. “I’m sorry.” Wren said as they went down the spiral staircase and the hallways split. Her eyes were tearing up from the awful day she had as she turned down the opposite hallway as Nate and walked briskly away from him in embarrassment. Was it the ‘I’m a human and I think I belong here’? Or the ‘this is place has hatred and I want to change it’ part? She thought with a shake of her head as she began jogging down the hallway to hide herself in a corner and cry. She found a dark, abandoned looking hallway with a nice desolate looking corner that she quickly made home and ugly cried in for a few minutes. Nate stood at the hallway that Wren ran the opposite direction of, his light blue eyes shifting to the hallway she ran to in betrayal of his own emotions. If he didn’t want to protect her, he’d have been selfish again and chased after her to comfort her. He would coo her, love her unconditionally and make her his own over time. He’d have asked her on a date, took her on a flight and explored her body in way he was sure she hadn’t ever had anyone do before. He’d give her special attention and love that only someone like him could provide. Yet, in that moment, he was torn and knew that he couldn’t do any of that. He wouldn’t allow himself that selfishness to ruin her life in such ways. She was human and the schools grounds had a dark past of full-blood humans. He knew that past first hand and wouldn’t let himself get involved again. He learned his lesson last time and that cost him a life. One he’d forever remember even to this day.

Chapter 2: Weird Snake Girl The train approached the campus, arriving in a billow of steam. Wren and her new group of friends left the train, walking through a cobblestone and moss decorated path that lead up through the gates of the college campus grounds to the large stone staircase. As they approached, the main castle towered above them that was attached to the dorm castles by bridges where classes were held. Wren’s mouth gaped open as she stared up to the tallest point of the castle, halting for a moment as her neck almost hurt looking up. “Excuse you.” A girl sneered as she bumped into Wren from behind. The sneer cut the air with such an blade of hatred Wren had never witnessed before that made her crane her head back down to see where it came from. She turned to see twin pale sisters staring back at her, annoyance clearly plastered on their faces. One sister had straight white blonde hair with dark brown, almost black eyes and the other sister had one blue eye and one hazel eye with straight half black and half white hair. “Sorry.” She mumbled, still in awe of the beautiful premises they were on as. “Human, hm?” The girl was still sneering as she pushed forward, strongly nudging Wren and whispering something under her breath as her sister with white blonde hair followed. “Consider yourself spared.” Her twin said as Wren’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. She watched the twins walk up and through the doors of the castle. So those were the Sinister Twins Pixie warned about! Wren thought to herself, feeling slightly relieved that she got away from the conversation relatively unscathed. Maybe she thought that too soon as felt something in her backpack begin to move. “Wren... don’t panic but there’s a snake coming out of your backpack.” Olivia whispered near Wren with wide eyes at the girls backpack as she began moving away from Wren slowly. Pixie and Frederick also taking steps away from Wren. “Did you just say…” Wren began and immediately writhed off her backpack, dropping it on the ground and walking a few feet away in a squeal, “Snake?!” She looked down and saw a few small dark green snakes pop out of the backpack and hiss, one circling inside her backpack. Wren felt the hairs of her arms stick up in the sight of serpents around her items in her bag. “Gross!” Pixie squealed near Wren as Frederick nearby them grunted and kneeled down, picking up the backpack and shaking the snakes out along with Wren's other items. Wren’s toiletries inside spilled out along with her laptop that broke upon hitting the cobblestone ground. Wren blinked at the sudden death of her laptop. Fuck. Wren thought, knowing Frederick didn’t mean any harm as his mouth gaped in an apologetic way to Wren. “I’m sorry Wren!” Frederick said, his face scrunching hearing the metal shatter of what once was Wren’s laptop. “It’s fine! I can repair it I’m sure.” Wren said cautiously optimistic as she grabbed her backpack and tried to retrieve her toothbrush and toothpaste that fell and rolled farther away from the scene of the snakes. People around the friends were squealing and screaming from the snakes weaving in between them. Wren quickly focused on finding the items that scattered before anyone stepped on them. Olivia, Pixie and Frederick helped Wren on the ground as Wren went to reach for her deodorant. She blushed when she saw her childhood baby blanket stretched on the ground nearby. Wren brought it in case she needed a reminder of home, it was her safety net. Wren tried to grab it first but the snake was still near it. She approached cautiously and was hoping no one saw it but yet here it was, displayed in front of everyone. As she reached for the blanket, a shadow crept nearby and kneeled, reaching out and grabbing it before Wren could. The person handed it to Wren as she hadn’t even had a chance to look up and see who it was as she was still shoving things into her backpack as she stood up. “Thanks.” She mumbled, blushing a bit that she just had a white baby blanket in the middle of the entry of the school on the ground. Wren looked up and became mortified to see the same set of sea blue eyes from earlier looking down at her, “You’re welcome. Those snakes are harmless, hopefully that didn’t scare you too much.” He said almost apologetically for something that wasn’t even his fault, eyes glancing down to Wren’s naturally pouty lips then back to her moss green eyes as they studied hers. He didn’t smile as he looked at Wren, yet she felt a warmth in her chest that traveled down her body as he looked at her. Small butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she looked up at him. Wren nodded, unable to say anything of substance as she was flushed with embarrassment of him seeing her baby blanket and how tall he was that she had to crane her neck up to look into his eyes when they stood close to each other. Wren thought that he had to be over 6’3 by their height difference and she felt like a child at her tiny height of 5’2 standing below him. “I don’t think I saw you last year, are you new here?” He broke the silence as Wren made it awkward just looking at him and not saying words. Wren swallowed, obviously nervous near him, “No- I mean,” She winced at her dumb response. Why was I so flustered I couldn’t say a word! Ugh! Wren thought, “Yes, I’m new." She blinked, trying to save herself and grasping for straws to not come off so awkward, "Sorry, the snakes were weird. I’m weird too so I guess me and snakes aren’t much different.” Wren shook her head at herself and looked down, wanting to punch herself in the face for making the conversation even more awkward. Making things awkward was her specialty apparently around Nate. She sneaked another look up to him underneath her eyelashes and saw him chuckling quietly as he gave a smile with teeth to her. Why was he more handsome smiling? Ugh! Wren blushed at the thought. “You’re cute.” He murmured, almost to himself, going quiet and his smile leaving quickly, an unreadable expression on his face, “What’s your name, weird snake girl?” Did he just say I’m cute? Was that an insult or a good thing? Wren thought to herself. It took a second or two until she realized he asked another question, “Wren.” She blushed from her flustered state and realized she needed to act like a normal person who could hold a conversation if she wanted to have the chance to talk with this man again, “And yours?” She acted as if she didn’t already know his name. “Nathan, but you can call me Nate.” His eyes traced her lips up to her eyes again in a pause. A corner of his mouth looked to rise as he began to walk away, “Sorry, I have somewhere to be, but I hope you get all of your things, weird snake girl.” Wren blushed with a smile at the weird snake girl comment, biting her lip with a nod to him, “It was nice meeting you, urm, Nate!” “See you around, Wren.” He murmured with a breathtakingly handsome smile before going up the stairs with his suitcase and backpack, muscles rippling on his backside as Wren watched hm glide up the steps. “Did you just talk to him again?” Olivia’s jaw was dropped as she helped shove the broken pieces of Wren’s laptop into her backpack. “I think I did but I don’t remember what happened. Everything blacked out.” Olivia and Wren laughed as they both looked wide-eyed to each other. “I have a meeting I have to go too, sorry guys but I’ll meet with you three later!” Pixie said, also going in the same direction of Nate. Nate. Wren’s heart fluttered a little bit and she got butterflies in her tummy again. She said two words to this guy, why was she getting so flustered, ugh! A half an hour later, they settled in the main dining area for the First Year orientation meeting that was required before the first years were allowed to go to their dorms. Headmaster Grizzledwarf spoke, “As first year’s it is required to join an extracurricular activity, whether that be one of our school’s sports, clubs or voluntary activities,” He paused looking under his glasses from his head table as people groaned and then went back to his list of things to speak about, “you will see in your orientation packets and tomorrow there will be the clubs recruiting tables out in the courtyards during lunch.” “Since we host humans, creatures, warlocks and witches, we have many rules to follow here and any crossed will lead to expulsion. Our school grounds do not tolerate illegal drug usage or distribution, weapon possession such as guns or knives, use of magic outside of classes-“ Wren blinked down, confused with the Sinister Twins make her backpack full of snakes if that was the case. She drowned out the other rules as her brain went to other places thinking of the snakes and that a simple bump lead to such a consequence. What would happen if Wren did something else? Pixie warned Wren earlier to not speak to Nate for that reason. She already met the infamous Sinister Twins today, did Pixie mean they’d do worse than that if she had involved herself with Nate Seastone? Not like she had a slight chance with him anyways, yet her mind wanted to wander to that possibility. All Wren knew is she didn’t want find out what would happen if she crossed that line and ever dated Nate Seastone. She decided in that moment she wouldn’t… but that didn’t mean she couldn’t hold a slight crush on him, right?

Hi everyone! I am back from my writing slumbers and have a story that I had a dream about the other day that had somehow turned into 100+ pages. Please forgive me for not writing actively on my other stories... I have a bad habit of writing for stories and then pausing as I actively write for another. Hopefully this story doesn't put me in the writer's time out corner🪑😇 This is definitely a 'slow burn' story that sets the stage for the rest of the book and the payout may just be worth it, you'll just have to find out for yourself. *cue the evil laughter behind computer monitor* I hope you enjoy my story of warlocks, creatures and diapers as much as I have writing it and I love hearing theories and comments along the way in posting. Enjoy!💖 The Synopsis No One Asked For[but I wrote it anyways]: Wren Smith gets accepted into a 4 year international college exchange program that she had always dreamed of her whole human existence called Dragonstone School of Warlocks & Creatures located in the country of Centaurus. In her journey to a completely different world of warlocks, werewolves and vampires, she meets Nate Seastone who has unusual relationship goals, a psychopathic ex and a dark past. Things take a sinister twist as she navigates being a human in a mostly all creature and warlock school as she unlocks secrets to sinister things she didn't ask to discover between the school's history and her kind. Warnings: Dark nature content[not sure how to word that], bullying and detailed sexual scenes[smut] Does contain in later chapters: Diapers, CGL relationship, ABDL, BDSM, spanking Book of Warlocks, Creatures & Diapers : Vol I PRELUDE It’s incredulous to think that for a good few centuries, the rest of the world didn’t know the United Lands existed. The continent of Centureon, comprised of the countries of Centaurus and Rune, were stumbled upon in 1492 by Christopher Columbus, yet never spoken about in human history books because a historical warlock known as Theadore Stonewall II found him, erased his memory and sent him, his crew and his boat to North America instead. It wasn’t until the next century when people began migrating from Europe to America that Centureon lost its anonymity the warlocks and creatures wanted to keep as long as possible, yet it was inevitable that a country with millions of creatures and beautiful lands would be found eventually. From the dawn of time, warlocks, witches and creatures had always been mistreated, murdered and misunderstood that the old warlocks and creatures knew if word got out to the human race, their existence may be compromised. Little did they know, it was bound to happen that the human race would find them and try to make them close to extinct. Warlocks and creatures already lived amongst the human race all over the world, but the countries of Centureon knew about the horror stories and spread of misinformation about their kind that made the human race fear them. It was better, to the Centaurus and Rune countries, to hide for as long as they could and keep the peace within their own lands. As time went on and the United Nations and other countries found out about Rune and Centaurus, both countries were kept top secret in all countries. The United Nations wanted to hide the creatures that inhabited the lands as they thought revealing them would create mass panic and threaten the human race as it was. Warlocks and creatures didn’t want to fight, they asked for peace multiple times and the United Nations was ignorant to the possibility of creatures, witches and warlocks living peacefully among humans. Yet… these creatures already lived among them, much to the human race’s fears of inability to cohabitate that had little to no evidence to support. As the humans found out creatures were living amongst them, many altered, misinformed and over dramatized stories in newspapers released about witches, werewolves, vampire killings and abductions. These fictionally based stories spread like wildfire around the United States of America in the 1600’s and the United Nations came together and agreed that if these newfound ‘creatures’ survived any further they could threaten the human race’s very existence. Widespread panic circulated around to other countries and the whole world began fearing creatures that supposedly could be humans next door neighbors one day. The decisions were based on ignorance, fears and prejudice as the United Nations decided to invade Centaurus and Rune in 1702, historically termed in Centureon the Human Invasions of 1702, without warning, terrorizing the continent with ships docking and pillaging of its lands. At this time, the human race was much larger than all the warlocks and creatures combined. The only thing that made sense for most creatures was too either migrate or protect the land from the sudden killing, raping and torment of its innocent civilians. Many of Centaurus and Rune’s inhabitants decided to flee the country. This caused the Great Migration of Creatures in 1702 where millions of witches, warlocks and creatures as they fled the countries to live in hiding all over the world as Rune was put close to extinction within a few years. Although they had warlocks, witches and creatures, Centaurus and Rune were both peaceful lands that practiced magic to protect and help others, not to hurt as they were attempting to show the human race they should not be feared. There were always dark blood warlocks and witches who were of the evil kind, but few and far between that when armies of human troops came in with muskets, rifles, canons and unknown weapons to Centaurus and Rune, the native creatures to the lands had never seen such weapons, let alone know what they did until they were wounded or killed. Due to Centaurus’s large warlock and witch demographics, they were able to protect most of Centaurus in the 1700’s. Centaurus lost a tenth of their population and lands but quickly reclaimed their lands. Rune, however, could not protect itself as the population of warlocks was low, the magical creatures who were there were a majority of peacemakers or healers. When they attempted to ask for peace, it was quickly denied to their dismay as whole towns and villages were shocked by the merciless invaders. Villages and towns across Rune were pillaged, raped and burned down over a stretch of a few weeks time. Innocent civilians and their children were burned on stakes or hanged and those spared from the mass murdering of Rune’s population were kidnapped and put into labor camps. The rest of it’s demographics were harmless creatures without magical abilities that were slaughtered without reason. A good two-thirds of Rune’s creatures were killed from the invasion that silently spread across the country. More troops of the British and United States came over to Rune and terrorized the creatures on it’s soil along with the few witches and warlocks that remained after many years of fighting. Parts of Rune were colonized in the 1710’s by the British until the United Lands armies grew in the larger country of Centaurus and reclaimed the land with their most powerful warlocks, witches and creatures protecting Rune. After years of hearing of the pillaging, terrorizing and mass murders of Rune with two-thirds of the population either migrating or being slain, Centaurus decided to stop protecting without harming the invaders and go on the defensive to push the invaders out of their Lands. The first World War, that was unknown to most of the human race, started and ended in 1713 when the United Lands decide to fight back from Rune reclaiming what was left of its lands. In Centaurus history books, there was a distinct shift in the war and who was winning when the most powerful Centaurus and Rune warlocks and witches came together to create the Magistrate’s Army. They fought back in large numbers and reclaimed what was theirs within months of combat with the human race. Rumors got out about a group of witches and warlocks comprised of both white and dark blood magic descent that were stronger than any other type of magical beings coming together to end the suffering of the United Lands. It was unheard of for white and dark blood witches and warlocks to work together, yet this special circumstance created an alliance that warlocks and witches all over the continent talked about for centuries. The UN troops began retreating as they realized quickly that Magistrate Army was much stronger than any weapon possessed in the 1700’s. The armies couldn’t even kill a witch or warlock without putting them on the stake and burning them. News got back to the United Nations as the Magistrate Army became tremendously powerful and the US army along with the British armies were sent back home in small quantities of survivors with gruesome stories of watching warlocks, witches and creatures mercilessly terrorizing soldiers, bending swords and stopping bullets, pikes and cannon balls mid-air. The horror stories of witches and warlocks performing full moon rituals on soldiers were spread rampant along with other horrors following the war with the warlocks and creatures. The human race learning that although small in numbers, the United Lands showed they were a force to not be meddled with ever again. In 1730’s, years after the war ended, Magistrate Gildroy III the Great made a peace treaty with the United Nations and the United Lands. The United Lands agreed that migration to or from Centaurus or Rune was forbidden. Both groups agreed to keep Centaurus and Rune separated from the human race. Gildroy was able to keep sailors and migrators away from the country with his fleet of mermen and army of warlocks who protected the United Lands. The United Nations and surrounding countries were able to hide creatures for a few years from the human race, stating that newspapers of werewolf, vampires and witches were made-up stories. Although both the United Lands and United Nations tried to hide Centaurus and Rune, it was not possible anymore to keep hidden a whole country that spanned half the Atlantic ocean as a secret to the human race. After many sightings of ‘aliens’, lost ships in the Bermuda Triangle, witch trials, books written about witches and wizards, newspaper articles, police cases, tales of vampires or werewolves and other incidences in the early 1800’s the countries of Rune and Centaurus were rediscovered by the human race in newspapers around the world. The world became a huge panic where allover people were afraid from the misinformation about vampires, witches, mermen, werewolves and other creatures. The general population did not want anything to do with these creatures or to even visit Centureon in the 1800’s. The creatures that had migrated to the US and other countries who did decide to reveal themselves were segregated, taken into slavery, locked up in prisons, hung, experimented on, abducted or murdered. The whole response to any creature or warlock was of pure anger and hatred that caused a huge rift between the human race and creatures from Rune and Centaurus. Up until 1853, immigration to and from Centureon was banned for creatures and humans. During this time, millions of creatures and warlocks that had already migrated found home to many parts of North America, Asia, South America and Europe as they lived in hiding. From those in hiding, it was discovered in the mid-1800’s that so many creatures and warlocks had carried children with humans. Half-humans were at high risk as not only did the human race fear or hate them, but so did creatures. Migration was finally allowed after so many hate crimes were made against creatures or half-humans and the United States and other countries found there weren’t only a few, but millions of creatures already living amongst them that wanted to visit back home or move back to Centaurus or Rune. Little did these countries know, these creatures inhabited the world for thousands of years amongst the human race. This movement of human race acceptance was called the Creature Awakening where humans finally acknowledged the creature race and began to start accepting creatures into their cultures. Although there was still a long road ahead in progression of views and stifling racism, this was a huge push forward in peace between races. By the early 1900’s after migration to and from the United Lands was allowed in most countries, World War 1 happened and the United Nations grew a relationship with the United Lands, enlisting the Magistrate’s Army into the war. In every war following, the United Nations and United Lands worked together and slowly built trust between the two once opposing forces. Many years passed and from millions of mixings of creatures, warlocks and humans, hatred between the human race and creatures or warlocks had calmed down quite a bit, yet the racism never went away fully as it was still taught in most continents. By the end of the 1900s and early 2000’s, many programs were instated to mix the cultures of humans, creatures and warlocks. Although things have calmed down between the races, there is still a large mountain to climb in racism between creatures and humans. As time has gone on, the pendulum of hatred has swung more for the hatred of the human race, as they had almost made Rune extinct of it’s creatures and endangered trolls, pegasai, dwarfs and it’s rare magical creatures with one invasion in the 1700’s that had almost wiped out the creatures of Rune’s existence entirely. Chapter 1: Warlocks, Creatures and Humans, Oh My! Wren’s moss green eyes looked out the airplane window to the beautiful hills, valleys and mountains of Loch Valley, Centaurus of the United Lands. Her curious eyes grazed over the distant hills and valleys where she could see a flight of witches and warlocks gliding above the trees together in a pack. Wren smiled in awe and wonder, always wishing since a little girl that she could fly like a witch. She always, admittedly, envied her neighbor down the street who was half witch and had flying lessons with her dad. She ended up in a tree her first flight but Wren would have paid anyone in the world to be just like her neighbor, even if she’d ended up in a tree or with a broken arm. She frowned and looked back down to her history book of Centaurus, knowing that would never be her fate. All she ever wished growing up was to be some sort of creature, whether that had been a mermaid, witch, dwarf, gollum, fairy, vampire or even a troll. Wren just wanted to be something that wasn’t a human. Gross. That was probably the worst race to be in this day and age. As she read her history book, she couldn’t imagine how it was like as a creature to feel such fear of being kidnapped or killed for being something that’s not human. There are hundred of documented real life horror stories in America, where Wren was born, about witch trials, murders of full werewolf or vampire families, abductions and experiments on creatures. That’s only one country and the stories across the world are equally as volatile and despicable. Luckily, those things didn’t happen anymore, at least not often. There’s always some Ted Bundy who has a weird thing for creatures or witches unfortunately. Also, creatures aren’t victims, they’ve killed humans too. However, the millions of creatures and warlocks slaughtered for pure racism of creatures will always supersede the current day issues. Millions were killed at the hands of the human race in 1702 in genocide by the US and British army human invasions. Millions. Wren was disgusted by that thought alone and that her ancestors could do such things to innocent creatures. To say she hated her ancestors was an understatement at this point after traveling 10 hours on the plane and rereading the dark history of Centaurus and Rune inflicted by the human race. Wren could see why creatures and warlock have been known to be rude to humans. Lucky for Wren Smith, she decided to do an international exchange program for 4 years at Dragonstone School of Warlocks & Creatures. Maybe not so lucky... yet Wren’s deep desires to be close to warlocks and creatures ran so strong she’d put aside everything to be where she felt she belonged. Ever since Wren was a young girl, she knew that Idaho, United States was not where she belonged. It was true as everyone presumed of Idaho: all we have is cornfields and potatoes out there! Wren thought. She absolutely despised everything there and found herself bored 9 times out of 10. The one fun thing was having a neighborhood friend who was part witch. Her name was Jade who Wren went to school with. They eventually blossomed into best friends throughout the years until their friendship abruptly ended when Jade and her parents moved to Glades, Rune when the girls turned 12. Wren remembers crying for almost a month straight when Jade moved and as dramatic as that sounded, losing your best friend was a big deal as a kid. It felt like the end of the world to Wren and she had close to no friends after Jade left. Wren was always the ‘weird girl’ who had a ‘witch friend’ and Wren knew the small-minded classmates would never understand her the way Jade did. The day she moved, Wren remembered writing in her diary, “When I turn 18, I’m moving the HELL out of Idaho and going to Centaurus! Idaho can kiss my ass!!” If you’re wondering, yes Wren did, in fact, write those curse words when she was 12 and luckily her parents never read her diary… or at least she thought they didn’t. “Flight attendants, prepare for landing.” The pilot stated to the passengers and attendants. Wren sighed as she closed her book, stowing it away in her backpack. She looked to her right where a pair of eyes were glancing at Wren and she met them. A part werewolf part human woman's dark brown eyes were looking at her. Wren smiled politely to her as the woman looked forward with a small huff in annoyance. Creatures really hate humans still, huh? She was half human, where does she feel the right to judge! Wren thought to herself and frowned, looking back out the window. It was weird leaving home, the United States. Wren had never left the US, let alone to a country that hates the human race, even more so Americans. Wren didn’t think most countries liked Americans to begin with, let alone human Americans to further complicate things for her. In Centaurus, it’s a known fact humans are more susceptible to hate crimes and harassment. Creatures don’t like humans and humans don’t like creatures. That’s been a known conflict since the beginning of time. Wren knew that just maybe she was the weird human that liked creatures and wanted to be one. The best person Wren ever knew was a witch, after all. She saved Wren’s life once and Wren would never forget that day. When Wren was 11 about to turn 12, the girls were playing on the bridge in the forest near their houses. Wren jumped on the railing of the bridge and stuck her arms out, yelling, “Maybe I can fly like you Jade!” Jade’s dark brown eyes looked concerned as she tugged on the hem of Wren’s blue jeans, “Don’t be stupid, get down from there!” “I just want to be a witch like you one day, Jade. Maybe I can if I try! Don’t you remember that book we read about the girl who didn’t know she was a witch and found out by falling? Maybe that’s me!” Wren said, walking one foot in front of the other on the railing as she swayed, almost falling to the side with the river below. “Wren! Stop it! You’re scaring me and I want to have an ALIVE best friend, not a DEAD best friend!!”Jade said frantically on the bridge below Wren. “I’m going to tell on you if you don’t come down!” She stomped her foot bossily while crossing her arms. Wren smiled, knowing she was the brave, bold but stupid friend in that moment. She stood there, looking behind her one last time before deciding to get down. As she began lowering her foot, Wren’s heel somehow caught the nail of the bridges railing and it caused her balance to falter. She felt myself quickly lose gravity as her whole body fell backwards and Jade screamed, “WREN!!!” Her stomach tickled as she fell through the air. She closed her eyes as she awaited the cold water, yet time stood still and she felt nothing. Did I die? She thought as she opened her eyes and was levitating up and over to where the trees and grass was near the side of the river. She toppled onto the ground and rolled a few times. Wren got up, dusting off the dirt from her sweatshirt as Jade ran over and hugged her. “You dummy!! You almost died!” Jade said as she hugged Wren hard. “Thanks for saving me Jade, I’m so sorry!” Wren said, feeling a few tears go down her face from the stupid thing she almost did. Jade blinked at Wren as she pulled back and shook her head, “I, uh, didn’t do anything Wren.” She said, looking humbly down. Wren winked at her, “It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone.” Jade was quiet about her magic abilities. Her parents didn’t want anyone in their school or neighborhood to know she was a witch. Most creatures kids from Centureon were bullied and that was the main reason her family kept it hidden. It was a secret Wren only knew about because Jade flew into her tree one evening with a yelp and that was the first time Wren and Jade met when her dad ran over to our house and apologized for Jade climbing on Wren’s backyard tree to Wren’s parents. Little did her dad know that Wren was on the second floor bedroom and was looking outside when Jade struck the tree near her bedroom. It looked like it hurt, that was for sure. Wren still didn’t know to this day who hurt worse that day, Jade or the tree. The airplane glided down as Wren gasped in awe at the city below of Aeradon, Dragonstone in Centaurus. She had only read in books about how beautiful the city was with it’s ancient skyscraper castles on hills that overlooked hundreds of villages, rivers and the water to the side of the city. Wren was sad to not see dragons circling the castles like in the childhood books she read as a kid but the beauty was enough to take her breath away. The plane passed over Dragonstone’s other outskirt villages further to the edge of where the cliffs met the sea. She felt the plane hit the ground as Wren smiled, getting giddy with excitement of the new life she had just began. Wren had been waiting for her entire human life to be in Dragonstone, Centaurus, let alone to be accepted to a school in Dragonstone School of Warlocks & Creatures for a 4 year international exchange program. She frowned, remembering how sad her mom got when Wren told her. Her mom didn’t look at her and just went into her parent’s bedroom as Wren’s dad looked at her in the eyes and said, “I thought you were going to Harvard, you got accepted and the chance that people would die to have! I can’t believe you’re throwing away your life like this.” He said in disappointment, shaking his head and sighing. “Dragonstone School of Warlocks & Creatures is a much more prestigious acceptance dad. Only 4 foreign exchange students are accepted per year and they hardly ever accept a full-blood human exchange student!” Wren grumbled, crossing her arms and shaking her head, annoyed with her parents and they’re obvious disappointment. Can’t they let her have one happy moment?! “Dragonstone is a dangerous place for humans, Guinevere. You never listen to me or your mother.” Wren knew it was serious disappointment when her dad said her real name that she hated hearing. Guinevere Smith. Ugh, she hated that name, reasons why she went by Wren. Her classmates growing up couldn’t say her full name so they called her Gwen, which Wren hated even more. That’s when she read a kids book in elementary school with a witch named Wren. That’s when she told her classmates and teachers that she went by Wren. Ever since then, Guinevere had been Wren, although her parents didn’t jump on board with the name change until a few years later. Now they only used her full name when she was in trouble. Her dad stood, not having any more of this conversation. Wren’s parents and her never saw eye to eye on things like this. They always warned her of creatures and magical beings, stating that they were malicious and hated humans. They never knew Wren’s best friend growing up was a witch, and she didn’t think she’d ever tell them. The more they warned me growing up about Centaurus and Rune, the more Wren knew she had to visit it to see herself. For 18 years Wren grew more and more curious, just wanting to prove her parents wrong about creatures and warlocks. Her best friend and her dad were creatures and she would not allow a stigma decide her own opinions. Wren finally was able to stand after ten minutes of waiting for the passengers to file out of the plane. She began to gather her items from the overhead compartment. Unfortunately, Wren was short and small framed that it didn’t help when she reached for her suitcase, struggling to grasp it. She stood on her tippy toes and grunted as she grabbed her suitcase handle and pulled, the momentum of her pull swinging Wren to the left a bit as she accidentally nudged the person directly behind her. The person muttered, “Fucking rude humans.” “Um, sorry.” Wren looked back at the middle aged warlock man behind her who had a satin black cloak and a dark brown disheveled pointed hat on. She blinked back her awe of being near a warlock and walked forward to out of the plane through customs and baggage claim as she tried to shake off the odd exchange. “Guinevere Marie Smith, what’s your purpose here and how long is your stay?” The merman customs officer asked as his light sea blue eyes shifted to Wren’s eyes, studying in curiosity. Wren pulled out her file from her backpack that her international counselor told her to show to customs, “I’m an international exchange student for Dragonstone School of Warlocks & Creatures and will be here for 4 years.” She said a touch boastfully, handing him her files. He looked them over with an annoyed glance and handed them back to her with her passport, waiving Wren away, “Next.” Wren shoved her file back into her backpack and grabbed her luggage, shaking off his rudeness as she walked between throngs of people. She tried not to glance at the different creatures of mermen, trolls, gollums, warlocks, witches, vampires, dwarves, fairies and werewolves that threaded through the area or gawk too long. A lot of people looked like humans or half-humans that walked past as she went to the outside to find the shuttle to the train. A hour passed filled with wrong turns and Wren finally found a train car that directly took her to Dragonstone School of Warlocks & Creatures. She stowed her items away and sat as someone poked their head into the car, “Do you mind if I share a car with you? It’s kind of full everywhere else.” Wren nodded with a smile, meeting a set of light blue eyes that looked human. She was a bit relieved that she was human, given that all Wren’s other encounters were rude with anyone who wasn’t also human. That was becoming more apparent the more minutes she spent in Centaurus. As the girl was putting away her items overhead, another knock sounded and a large guy who had to duck into the car peaked in, “Can we join you? If there’s room, uh, of course.” His eyes were a light yellow and his skin was a slight tint of green with bumps over his arms. He was part troll from what Wren could tell but very polite with a thick Scottish accent. “Of course.” Wren tried to give a friendly nod to the seats in front of her as he ducked to get inside and helped the other human girl with her items overhead. A smaller fairy girl, about Wren’s height, with light glowing skin came inside behind him. She had light pink almost white, long wavy hair and quietly trotted behind the half troll guy as he helped her with her luggage storage too. He sat down on the farthest corner from Wren and the fairy girl sat next to Wren. A floral scent reached Wren’s nostrils and she smiled in nostalgia of going through gardening shops as a kid with her mother. There's an awkward silence in the train car until the half troll spoke, “My names Frederick Ploffploof. Half-troll if anyone’s wondering, first year and from Luss, Scotland. Nice to meet everyone.” He says with a deep voice and heavy accent, awkwardly looking between the three girls who are silent. He has a humor about him when he talks that Wren almost wants to giggle at but decided not to as she didn’t want to come across as a ‘fucking rude human’ again. The human girl across from Wren went next, “Hi, I’m Olivia Appleton, from Virginia, the States. First year, human.” The fairy girl spoke with a bubbly voice, “Hai hai! I’m Pixie Lightwood and I’m a fairy from Glowfield, Centaurus and second year.” A lot of fairies came from Glowfield or suburbs surrounding, Wren was going to guess that but didn’t want to say it or presume anything. Wren smiled, trying to be friendly and hopefully not weird by how giddy she was to meet others, especially who were creatures, “Wren Smith. First year, human unfortunately as well.” The group laughs as Wren spoke and she continued, “From Idaho, the States.” “Against most judgements cast against humans, I quite prefer them over witches any day.” Pixie said as she touched Wren’s arm in a friendly nudge and Wren looked down at the gentle touch that glistened after her hand left Wren’s skin. “Oops! I haven’t had that happen before besides in my community, I’m so sorry!” Pixie said, trying to wipe off the glisten and light glitter that was on Wren’s skin from her touch, yet, when she tried to wipe it off it caused even more glitter. Frederick rumbled in a laugh with Olivia as Wren tried dusting off the literal fairy dust, “It’s fine I got it! No worries.” Wren giggled with Pixie as she met her light pink and slightly yellow-green flecked eyes that glowed to Wren. She paused, “You said that doesn’t happen often?” “No, I mean, only to other fairies or pure people. If you're full human, that means I can trust you is all.” Pure? What did that mean? Wren thought. “I wouldn’t say I’m pure, maybe just dumb. Also, I’m for sure full human.” Wren says with a last giggle as she dusts off the glitter that doesn’t seem to go away. If she wasn’t human, she’d know for certain by this point in her life. She could not even count how many spells and potions she’s tried to cast in her life. Also, not to mention how many times she’s ran and jumped with a broomstick, only to face plant completely. If she were a fairy and could fly, Wren would have by now. She’s 100% human, which was unfortunate to Wren to say the least. Wren chalked it up to maybe that she was ‘pure’… whatever that meant. Olivia squeals from across from Wren, “Touch me next! I want to know!” “Me too!” Frederick rumbles as he sticks out his arm with Olivia and the group all laughs in the train car together. Pixie touches Olivia and Frederick and nothing happens. “Isn’t ‘purity’ like a virginity thing?” Frederick asks in his thick accent to Pixie. The train finally begins moving as it seems the train filled fully and students are walking in the hallways trying to find seats still. Wren blushes for a moment, hoping no one can see as she felt called out. Luckily, Pixie’s answer comes to her rescue. Pixie begins laughing loudly and shaking her head as her eyes are watery from laughing when she calms down, “No, purity is by-“ Someone open the car door and cuts Pixie off, “Excuse me, sorry to bother but-“ A very tall, handsome human-looking man with medium to long copper brown hair pushed back but falling carelessly to the side of his head enters the car. His sea blue eyes meet Wren’s and she almost drops her jaw and drools by how gorgeous he is. He was one of the most attractive men Wren had ever laid eyes on from his strong jawline down to his biceps and muscles carved through his black long sleeve shirt he war wearing. Why was Wren so suddenly flustered as he locked eyes with her? She had never felt so off-put by a simple question. Wren already assumed he was so far out of her league that she kept her mouth closed as his eyes left Wren’s and looked around the car, seeing it was full. Frederick took two seats easily and the other 3 seats were taken by the girls. Wren wished it was a six seat car to invite this mysterious man inside. Wren gulped, knowing that a beautiful fairy was next to her and another attractive girl sat across her way. Wren looked with a fleck of jealousy to Olivia who had light brown, long hair and beautiful blue eyes. In comparison, Wren had long dark brown, almost black hair and moss green eyes that she always felt she looked so plain and never anything special. She couldn’t help feeling like she was but a speck in the sea of women in that moment. She never even had a love interest before, yet for some reason this random beautiful man shows up and she was instantly into him. Never had she ever gotten so flustered by 6 words. God help her. “It looks like this car’s full, maybe next one.” He murmured to the person behind him in his slight Centaurus accent. He looked back over to the group and somehow his beautiful sea blue eyes fell to Wren instead of anyone else in the car, as if she were the only one inside it, “Sorry again.” He nodded to the rest of the group with a charming smile and closed the door. Wren blushed down at her hands, feeling dumb that she just stared at him without responding once, how could she be so stupid! That’s how Wren successfully doesn’t get a boyfriend. It wasn’t like she was looking to have one these next four years but she wouldn’t have been against having one if it were with someone as attractive as him. “Who was that fine piece of man?” Olivia blurted after he left and they all burst out laughing. “Looks can be deceiving, trolls are much better specimens of men just so you ladies know.” Frederick spoke and paused for a moment as he sighed, “Gentle giants as some would say.” He straightened out his shirts as they all laughed at his gentle giant comment. Pixie stopped laughing, the only second year among them, and said, “That’s Nate Seastone. I’m not sure if he’s single though, last year he was with one of the Sinister Twins which is, honestly, a huge red flag.” Olivia crossed her arms, “Bummer, he was hot.” Wren gulped, not saying anything as she now knew she wasn’t the only one who had a thing for him. “Who’s the ‘Sinister Twins’?” Wren asked, looking to Pixie. Pixie shook her head, blinking back a serious flicker in her eyes that Wren caught, looking down, “Sorry, I just don’t want to spread anything about them or gossip. They are just not good witches and I suggest steering clear of them. That’s all I’ll say.” An awkward silence took over the car as she said not good witches. Wasn’t it illegal to us magic to harm others? Wren thought to herself, hearing that Dragonstone kicked out people for that. She thought she was going to a safe school, not a we’ll-sweep-things-under-the-table type of school. Wren gulped, looking out the window as the train went over the edge of the cliffs that looked out to the sea. Her mind couldn’t help but wonder if she made the right decision going to Dragonstone School of Warlocks & Creatures considering she was not, in fact, a warlock nor creature and was getting the impression humans really didn’t belong there.

Chapter 6: Spagrooted Marnie woke up the next morning with a wet stain in her bed and slobber on her pillow. This was becoming a normal morning routine within two days to quickly hop in her shower, throw her items into her cauldron for two minute washes and clean her bed. As she was hanging her items to dry on her indoor clothes pin line, she heard a knock on her door. “Give me a second!” The young witch sprinkled her mattress cleaning powder over her bed which absorbed and cleaned the urine soaked sheets. Marnie straightened her satin black dress and cloak, gathering herself before letting her friend in. “Marnie!” Wendy rushed in for a hug, almost toppling the smaller witch as she squeezed and looked at her friends distraught green eyes, “Are you okay?” Marnie frowned, “No, not at all.” Wendy looked at her friend, she grew up with Marnie in grade school and high school and has never seen her friend so…shaken. Marnie was always the bravest in her class, she stood up to bullies for Wendy growing up and impressed many professors across the years. Every time she saw Marnie after graduation, Marnie seemed excited about her new career path as a witch bounty hunter. This was a stark contrast to the current state of her good friend. Her friend looked embarrassed and sullen, thinner than she had ever seen her not to mention. Wendy was perplexed by the sudden intense awkwardness she felt. Marnie stuttered, “I-Wendy it’s not good.” She sauntered to her small oak dining table, sitting down sullenly, “I’m…”Her eyes watered, suddenly feeling more emotional than she’s felt in a long time, “I’m galoosed.” Marnie tried saying ‘cursed’ but the words wouldn’t work as she tried explaining to her good friend Wendy. She put a finger up, “I am candles.” She put her hands on her face in frustration. Why was nothing in her body listening to her!? “What? Are you okay, Marnie?” Wendy asked, her bright red eyebrows furrowing from her friends sudden weirdness. “No, no I’m not. I need help. I’m spagrooted!” Marnie stomped her foot in frustration that she couldn’t say the word ‘cursed’. Wendy looked at her friend in confusion for a moment and then uttered, “Holy shit, you’re cursed aren’t you?!” Marnie nodded excitedly that her friend understood, “Wow, I didn’t know it was true that cursed people couldn’t say their cursed! How cool…” Wendy shook her head, “I mean... that SUCKS but like, kind of cool that the stories we read in grade school were based on real stories.” There was a moment of silence until Wendy spoke again, “How? Who did this?” Her friend didn’t speak, staring at the ground, “I’m sure you could go back to that person and find out how to reverse it, right?” “I went back, Wendy, and the location was transfigured.” Marnie shook her head, “I have no magic anyways, it’s gone. I’ve tried and it’s gone. I’m out of options.” Wendy frowned, knowing her friend was losing magic for a long time now. “Do you know the name of who did this?” Marnie tried to speak to say the name, but only nonsense came out, “Gabagrish-“ She grunted, shaking her head. Marnie tried again, uttering a few gibberish words, “Aba ooola do do.” She frowned, “Fuck me.” She sat back, feeling defeated. There was a silence as Marnie gathered herself and fought back the tears, deciding to reveal her dark secrets to her friend, “Heck, I can’t even go through the portal to the Knight Realm by myself to even be a mortal for the rest of my life if I even wanted! I need a traveling permit and that takes weeks, let alone they’ll see my warrants out for arrest.” A tear began to fall that Marnie quickly flicked away, wanting to appear strong. “You have warrants out for your arrest?!” Wendy exclaimed in surprise. “I have a warrant out in the Mortal Realm for exposing a human or two to magic, it was by accident Wen.” She shook her head, for the first time in a long time, not knowing how to go about her situation. “Well, how do you think you can get out of this?” Marnie sat for a few moments, thinking quietly until her eyes lit up, “The restricted section at Moore’s Crossing Library. If I can get a book from there, it may have the answers on how to reverse the…” Marnie didn’t say the word but Wendy understood. “Then I can figure out the rest.” Wendy walked over, sitting across from Marnie, knowing she needed to help her distraught friend, “I’ll take you tomorrow, don’t you still have a few drops of that potion you use left?” Marnie frowned, ruffling through her bag until she found her potion, swirling the remnants, “About two and a half drops at most which I have to take all at once or nothing will happen.” “I’ll give you a strand of my hair, I have a student permit to access the Moore’s Crossing Library.” Marnie nodded, looking sadly into her glass triangular vial that held what was left of her magic knowing what she had to do. The last time she could harness her powers was in the liquid she stared at gloomily, knowing her days of magic were coming to an end. Marnie might as well consider living in the Mortal Realm, but there were many things she’d have to face… like the law. Chapter 7: Mar-gah-nie Blairwitch Marnie had became a great potion master, the best in her graduating year in fact. She studied potions to no end and learned the secrets of the cauldron through trial and error brews, mostly on herself. Once, she had accidentally grown a beard with an androgyny potion she was gifting to a fellow classmate. It was all fun and games until she realized she had to shave every morning before class, at lunch and through the week until the potion wore off. “Marn, I like what you’ve done with the place, quite artistic, especially the ceiling.” Wendy said, watching her dark, medium length haired and pale friend plop her strand of bright red hair into the cauldron, simmering and bubbling a dark red. Marnie looked up to where her friend was pointing to, at the rips in her tent’s ceiling that had been stitched earlier that morning. Marnie scrunched her face, trying to suppress the memory of the birdman who had seen her in her mortifying state. She had hoped that she would never come across him again, considering her last circumstances. “Is that what cursed you?” Wendy asked, staring up. “No, birds keep coming near my tent.” She wasn’t ready to revisit her curse and tell her friend what happened… especially anywhere near the embarrassing details. Nor did Marnie think her curse would even let her explain what had happened that dark night. Wendy placed her hands on her hips, her satin red kimono, fluttering, “That doesn’t look like a bird, Marn. That’s some type of dark Avian marking from...” Wendy squinted at it, going off in a tangent as she usually did, “Don’t you remember that really boring history class with Professor Grigore? He told us about the hybrid human and bird people who lived centuries ago… something about that Great Avian Migration and the whole group was murdered by the Obscure?” Wendy said, her remembrance of Realm History was much more vivid that Marnie’s. To be quite honest, Marnie slept through many of her history classes, due to they were so boring. Marnie shook her head, “I really don’t remember. My magic is receding as is my memory. My life story I guess.” She sighed gloomily, stirring the contents of the cauldron, waiting for a puff of red steam to signify that the brew was done. “That’s not just a bird, Marnie. Whatever scratched your tent was something very dark. I mean, look at the black blood on the edges!” She exclaimed, eyes wide from the large marks going through the whole middle of Marnie’s tent. Marnie shook her head, “It’s not of dark magic nor sort. I can guarantee that.” “How can you be so sure?” Wendy looked over to her friend in awe, wondering if she had really lost it! Any sign of dark forces presented themselves in signs. Black blood was only of the wicked, every good witch knew that! Marnie didn’t want to say, “I just know. The end.” She said, a puff of red steam going in her face as she looked down with a smile at her perfected brew. If someone possessed dark magic, then they wouldn’t have helped someone so vulnerable, hurt. The birdman, Avian, person had protected Marnie, at a cost to himself. That was no dark force. Marnie knew that darkness and evil were deceptive, but no form of evil would sacrifice themselves for good, right? Although her best friend had a point, Marnie’s heart said otherwise to trust that fellow. Much worse could have conspired that night and she was thankful she wasn’t ate by the creature. After a period of silence, Wendy asked, “May I ask what the curse is, Marnie?” Marnie shook her head, “Even if I could tell you, I wouldn’t.” Wendy shrugged, understanding the dilemma and not poking any further although she wanted to so badly. Marnie sighed in relief, happy that her friend gave her some privacy given the circumstances. A few hours transpired as the girls reminisced about school trips to Moore’s Crossing as they walked the storefronts, eyes scanning the crowds for the witch that had cursed Marnie. They approached the large pillars surrounding Moore’s Crossing Library and large steps to it’s entrance. The goliath library stood high, between the Guilded Goblin’s Bank and famous Moore’s Crossing statue. It held with in the most expanse book collection among the 7 realms. All lost, misplaced or vanished books were sent to the sorting dungeons where it was said that trolls guarded to protect the secrets of the realms. “You ready?” Wendy asked, holding her potion in her hand in the bathroom stall as Marnie took out hers. “I’ve been ready for the longest time.” Marnie took in a breathe, tilting her head back as she chugged the last droplets of her magic boosting potion. “Cheers.” Wendy said, clinking her transmutation potion to Marnie’s underneath the confines of the adjacent bathroom stall frames. The Moore’s Crossing Library was impeccably enchanted, and, although Marnie had a potion, the spell binding the doors would catch if there was multiple forms of a soul entering. If Wendy was still in the form of Wendy, Marnie couldn’t be Wendy. Marnie drank the bitter potion, tasting of sour candy. Her and Wendy coughed in the bathroom of Starbrew, across from the library. Marnie felt herself begin slowly growing taller, hair twisting into dark brown or black waves, changing color into a ginger red. “Finally, I look like a real woman!” Marnie exclaimed in her own voice, behind an unfamiliar sight as she left the bathroom stall. Her eyes turned a bright blue in the reflection and she smiled as it looked like she got an instant lip plumper. “And I’m finally cute and small. Ah, it feels great not having to worry about hiding in small places.” Wendy said as she walked out with a wink, nudging Marnie who glared back, seeing her natural dark brown and mixed black hair looked unevenly cut under her droopy vintage witch’s hat. “Hey! You’re supposed to be a good friend and tell me when my hair is uneven!” The girls giggled to themselves, finally leaving the restroom. “I thought that was your style: edgy, cute and careless. Sorry!” She smiled playfully, “Goodluck, Marnie!” Wendy whispered in a hush as she parted ways from Marnie, in Wendy’s form. Marnie held Wendy’s white purse on her arm awkwardly as she walked through the doors that enchantedly opened themselves for her. She nodded to the half-troll, half-human receptionist as she approached, “Wendy Mortical with request to enter restricted section.” She smiled, showing teeth awkwardly and giving her student badge to the gargantuan receptionist that had arms the size of Marnie’s legs. Her heart pounding that she may be denied. “You are permitted to enter with restricted section access, sixth floor to the left, next.” She looked past Marnie in annoyance from another young witch wanting to go to the restricted section, as if she were entitled, as she handed the badge back. Marnie sighed in relief as she walked forward into the great library. She wiggled her fingers, not even feeling a tickle of magic from her potion. She knew the potion should hold up, but, if she loses her magic, the potion protection enchantment her and Wendy performed earlier can fade due to the library’s protection spells. Marnie had a feeling her magic was gone that no potion could protect her from, meaning, she had to find what she was searching for quickly. Marnie looked to the hundreds of shifting staircases leading up to different floors of the library. It was like a tangled maze to find the restricted section. Sixth floor to the left, Marnie repeated in her mind, looking for a staircase that would lead her there as she could look up to all 7 floors. She read signs from a far, her eyes falling on the ‘Restricted Section’ sign on the sixth floor. Marnie began walking ahead to the stair case, walking up it to the second floor before the staircase shifted to the wrong direction. As her foot hit the floor, the stone stairs rumbled beneath her, shifting as another stone staircase connected near where she was. “Strange.” Marnie said under her breath, the new staircase almost leading her to the sixth floor where the restricted section’s entrance was. As she climbed up to the sixth floor out of seven floors, breathless from the climb, she looked around for anyone nearby as she felt a shift on her leg. She looked down, seeing her foot had shrank in Wendy’s shoe. “Shit.” She cursed, walking forward and reading the sign at the empty circular desk that laid before the wooden ‘restricted section’ sign hanging above: “Beware: if you are not permitted past this area, trespassing or with malicious intent, you will be dealt with accordingly.” Marnie hesitated before pushing past the enchanted field into the section. Dim golden lights hung at the high ceilings where long ladders stretched fifteen feet high. Where would she even begin with her time restraints? Hundreds to thousands of book laid ahead on the high ranging shelving! She should have had a better plan of attack. Marnie had done a bit of research prior too, but sorting through all of the books would be another story! She was looking for a book by Artemis Locksmith about curses, blasphemy in specific. If she could figure out the hex that was cast, she could figure out how to break it. Her eyes scanned the books, quickly walking as she saw hundreds of large volumes of books, smelling like ancient enchanted paper. She wobbled, feeling imbalanced suddenly. Her eyes widened, looking down to her leg that shrank to regular size. This was not good! She thought, panicking. If the potion wore off, she could be visiting the King and Queen for a testimony in a few hours! She pulled the satin hood of Wendy’s red cloak over her head, walking briskly with intent to find the damn book! As she was in the middle of the third aisle, she began climbing a ladder, seeing a curse section. She hung onto the ladder with her arm strength as a foot gave out under her, one shoe slipping off. Marnie cursed under her breath, eyes reading the authors, going to the ‘L’ section on the 8th shelf that would be a stretch for her to reach. If she had magic, she would have moved the ladder herself; however, she didn’t so she had to put her best human foot forward and make her body stretch far enough as a mortal would. Marnie struggled, feeling the curls of her hair straighten into her dark hair as she reached with what she had left of Wendy’s form: her long arms. Her fingertips shortened as she wiggled them to the book, not noticing someone studying her, approaching. Hal was watching from a far, for quite some time, at a strange girl with a red hood. She looked disformed as she walked with a limp, then, suddenly not. He knew she was under a potion and enchantment at that point, following from a far. Hal had been in the restricted section for a long while, about to leave until he had seen the girl. Her red hair turned a dark brown as she climbed a high ladder, dropping one of her shoes. Familiarity struck him as her cheeks flushed with color and her eyes turned to green. The girl! It was her, the strange girl from a few days before! Where had she gone and what was she doing here? Didn’t she have someone looking after her? Hal looked around, seeing no one in sight. He almost dropped his ancient, fragile seemed book as the girl reached towards a book Hal could have easily reached for her. Marnie stretched a little farther as her arm went back to normal, hand grasping the binding of the disheveled blue book with a smile. Her eyes widened as her other hand went back to normal in the same moment, leaving her without a grasp on the side of the ladder. She yelped, tumbling off the ladder as a tall figure swept under her, grasping her in a cradle as she looked up in panic. She was caught! The book underneath her arms, held tight. Her green eyes met dark brown ones, as she was breathless, confused by how she hadn’t noticed he seemingly came out of nowhere to her rescue. She couldn’t utter a word as she looked up, face flushed. A weary smile formed on the corner of Hal’s mouth, a rare sighting for anyone who knew the dark, mysterious and kept-to-himself warlock. Hal placed the girl on the ground who clutched the book in one hand as she tried to speak, but couldn’t, “Where are your parents?” She was an adult, not a child! Her free hand’s thumb went to her mouth, sucking on it nervously. And, just her luck, every time she saw this tall, dark and handsome man she proved him otherwise. How frustrating! And it wasn’t even sunset! Marnie’s mind went immediately to her bladder, praying it wouldn’t give out because she didn’t have padding. Why was she acting like this? Marnie thought, frustrated that she couldn’t even speak to this mysterious guy who seemed… familiar? She looked up to his contemplative face, looking down to her from his almost twice her size structure. He had to be 7 or 8 feet tall and she was only 5 foot 2 on a good day! “Excuse me, uh…” A gentlemen behind Hal halted, about to take another transmuted witch to Moore’s castle for questioning as he realized who was before him… a member of the Circle, the protector of the Knight’s realm: Hal Grimsbane III. “Sorry I didn’t, um, do you have this issue handled then?” The newly recruited protector of the Moore’s Crossing library, Paul, said, feeling the intensity of Hal’s gaze. Hal’s eyebrows furrowed back to the girl and sighed, “Yes, she’s with me.” He knew if he didn’t state that she was, the girl would be taken into the Knight’s of the 7 Realm’s custody, which wasn’t right considering her disposition. There was something wrong with this girl that Hal was determined to figure out. This couldn’t be mere coincidence but rather something of importance to cross this strange girls path twice. “Oh, uh, okay, then. I guess I’ll just act like this didn’t happen, but, uh, she has to leave.” He pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose awkwardly. “I understand. Thank you.” Hal said politely, grabbing the young girl’s hand and shoe on the ground. He pulled, but she stood, still with her thumb in her mouth as Paul gave her a weird look. Marnie took her hand down, realizing Hal was pulling so she trotted with him. Her legs wobbled as she walked, as if she were drunk on too much brew. Hal sighed, realizing that walking with her was not going to work at his long strides and her tiny wobble. He reached down, picking her up and cradling her as he walked down the stairs, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone who would see him. He was not one to show physical affection, even in a private setting, nor had he for many decades, yet here the warlock was striding out the library doors with a young girl in his arms. He had hoped this wouldn’t get into the Realm Chronicles because he dreaded the teasing of his fellow Circle members for such an act of compassion. As he got out of the doors he took a sharp turn to a back alleyway that was empty, walking briskly to a wooden portal door to his moving home. He entered, switching the door’s portal to a new location quickly after setting the girl down. Marnie was screaming on the inside, not knowing full-well how to contain her embarrassment for acting like such a child. Who was this man who kept reappearing? She had heard his name before… Hal, was it? It was still daylight out, yet her curse hit her after she fell from the ladder. Maybe it was the potion and spell wearing off, magic completely gone? Fuck, she couldn’t be a toddler forever! Especially in the presence of this mysterious warlock who had better things to do than care for her. “Well, well, looks like you brought Miss Tinkles back.” Calvin trotted silently down the hall, looking at a scene of Hal with the mysterious young girl once more. Marnie wanted to growl at the cat for making fun of her. “Don’t say that, Calvin, it’s rude to our guest.” He snapped, hearing a light tapping as he looked down, realizing what Calvin was referring too. Marnie began crying, mortified that she wasn’t just acting like a child, but wetting herself like a baby who didn’t know how to control herself. She wanted to hide from the embarrassment! As those thoughts entered her mind, her body moved forward, head nestling into Hal who was frozen, looking to Calvin. “I’m not cleaning it, I don’t have opposable thumbs. Your problem, Hal.” Calvin turned around, “I’m going to file my nails, good riddens.” Hal sighed, his heart warming from it’s icy slumbers as he rubbed the little girl’s back, cooing her, “Shhhh, shhhhh. We’ll get you cleaned up.” He picked her up from the under pits, pee still trickling down her leg as he held her a stretch away from him as she dangled in the air. He went down his dark hallway to his bathroom. He began warm water as he placed her bottom on the toilet, walking to his closet for any bubbles to throw in. He found a piece of lavender softening potion that he placed drops into the cast iron claw-footed tub. Marnie was sniffling, watching the tall man in a large black cloak and medium length, straight hair was pacing in thought as the bathtub filled and a beautiful lavender scent enveloped the room. He took off his cloak, placing it on his door hook. He unbuttoned his white dress shirt, not chancing ruining his attire while bathing a, well… child. As he turned away, Marnie’s blurred eyes saw scars across the back of his right arm, with a feather’s edge poking out. He was still hurt, wasn’t he? She thought, looking at him in an awe. His body was pale, with swirls of dark, ancient ink across his side and scars across his strong chest. He kneeled, hesitating before taking off her red cloak and having her stand, removing her dress above her head. He wiggled her yellow-stained paisley undies to the floor before plopping her into the bubble filled tub with Wendy’s larger breasted bra still on that looked ridiculous on Marnie’s small chested frame. After she was in the water, he slipped off her bra, saving her the privacy. As Hal took a sponge and washed the girl, he couldn’t help but wonder if this was some type of curse. Either, the young girl was a baby in an young adults body or, an adult stuck in an adolescents actions. Maybe, she was transmuted from a baby to an adult, or, a possible curse. A transmutation potion wouldn’t last this long and a curse would have to be circumstantial. Such as a time or a place. If she were cursed, it would present itself in time. Hal had seen many things in his time, but this was… different. Although he’d come across curses and spells of this sort, he’d never witnessed it himself nor had to deal with it firsthand. Hal gently washed her, noticing her calmness as he washed her hair. Marnie closed her eyes, as humiliated as she was by her actions, there was a certain enjoyment in being cared for by someone else. To be completely vulnerable to someone. She enjoyed the feeling of someone else’s touch, although platonic, she enjoyed the gentle nature of this man. Marnie hadn’t ever been stark naked in front of a man before, let alone a stranger! It seemed that whoever this Hal was, was a warlock of some sort, and a powerful one at that, and was giving her as much privacy as the circumstances could let on. Something awakened in Hal since he met this girl almost week ago now. It was a muddled, foggy feeling that was slowly rising. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was, or why it was with her, but it was concerning to him. The thing that concerned him was… Hal didn’t have any attachments, knowing that was the dangerous nature of being a warlock of the Circle. It was the sacrifice he learned the hard way. Sure, he had Calvin, but he was kept safe and was invisible to the naked eye. No one could talk to Calvin besides Hal, so it made a perfect hidden friend. Hal dried her off, placing her on the ground with the towel covering her as he walked out of the room. Marnie squirmed on the ground, scared she may wet again. She tried to calm herself, not thinking about her circumstances of her sudden babyfied state. She looked around the Victorian style room, knowing the warlock must be wealthy from his beautifully designed bathroom with crown molding in the ceiling and 19th century black wallpaper on the walls with a white wood trim. Hal and Marnie’s eyes met as he walked back in with a few items in his hand. Talcum powder, terry cloth and pins with diaper cream. Although Marnie didn’t have much say over what her body did, her cheeks flushed bright red as she looked up to the ceiling, her thumb going in her mouth. A corner of Hal’s mouth went up as he looked at this baby-no-young girl acting like a toddler, nostalgia hitting him like a brick of the very very ancient time when he had a child of his own. It was dark times, so dark, Hal could not even reminisce of what was taken from him. It made his heart, or what was left of it, twinge in pain, one he had not felt in so very long. All these emotions, deep feelings, he hadn’t had for what felt like an eternity. He’d like to keep it that way, yet, this girl, young, innocent and… cute, had quite rapidly changed his detached, depressed path he was on, losing sight of why he had joined the Circle and stayed within during his journey through sacrifices. What had happened to this seemingly cold warlock? It was as if someone had kicked him in the chest and his heart had a beat, synchronously with a girl who was the equivalent of a stranger. Hal was confused as strong emotions were hitting him so roughly as he folded the terry cloth, hands moving with muscle memory from his past. He wasn’t surprised that he knew how to do it. It was like riding a horse or building a paper airplane to Hal, programmed into his memory, a skill he wouldn’t forget. He raised the girl’s soft legs, sliding his make-shift diaper under her bottom, spreading diaper cream on her and sprinkling the talcom powder down quickly, patting it in as if she were a real baby. He let her squirming legs down, bringing the front over her and pinning the sides in snuggly. He sighed, knowing maybe the disposable diapers were a better bet and required less cleanup, but he liked the old-fashioned way. Maybe he’d consider other padding if he decided to further her care himself, which, logically, Hal shouldn’t, but, on the emotional level, his sight was getting hazy with this odd girl falling, quite literally, into his arms. What was he supposed to do? Feed her to the wolves? He couldn’t, no, wouldn’t allow that. He helped her into a white sundress from one of his… ex-flings from some time ago. It was clean and Hal had nothing else that would fit her. Marnie sat up, beginning to crawl to her old clothes as Hal picked her up, one arm under her bottom as she was close to his strong jawline. Her arms, came up slightly, one hand touching a scar she saw over his pectoral muscle. Her hand, tracing it’s cold surface. Hal looked down in confusion, wondering why she was touching his scar. He sat on the couch, not knowing what to do as she sat in his lap, mesmerized by his scars. “So, what’s your name?” He asked, under his long black eyelashes. To Marnie’s surprise, she mumbled behind her thumb as she looked up, “Mar-gah-nie.” A light chuckle emanated from the warlock, almost in a croak. Hal hadn’t laughed in many years, yet, this was the second time since being in the presence of this girl. How strange! He thought, with a shake of his head. “Margahnie, is that it?” Marnie smiled with a giggle, taking her thumb out with her thumb brushing Hal’s bare chest as he closed his eyes, trying to not resonate being repulsed from the feeling of baby slime touching his skin. Repulsion… odd, another feeling Hal hadn’t felt in so long! He placed Marnie on the couch, going over to the kitchen for a towel to wipe him and her off. It was becoming apparent he would have to buy some baby items and resize them with magic for this girl while he was with her. He couldn’t take care of a baby without the right supplies. Marnie felt disgusted that she had just done that. Yuck! She wanted the drool off her hand, let alone wiping it on someone else. Hal cleaned off her hand after cleaning himself, “So, Marnie it is?” Marnie bobbed her head up and down, the only way she could communicate fully. His dark eyes met hers as he kneeled in front of her, cleaning off her hand, “I like that name.” He smiled down, cleaning each finger with the warm rag. “I see you’ve adapted to the new daddy role well, Hal.” Calvin said, trotting into the room. Hal’s eyes narrowed, trying to ignore Calvin as he went to the kitchen, cleaning the rag before starting a kettle of tea. “You can sleep outside tonight.” Hal said quickly back in response. “Ah, there’s the heartless man I once knew! I thought you were gone.” Calvin said, jumping on the couch’s arm near Marnie as she giggled at what Calvin said. Calvin’s bright eyes flicked to the girl, surprised at her sudden reaction to his statement. Could she understand him? No one besides Hal could! “Calvin, please spare me your-” “Wait! Did she just giggle at what I said?” Calvin sat on his hind legs, staring at the bright-eyed girl who stared back. She reached for his tail as Calvin trotted a few steps back and sat on his hind legs in curiosity. Hal was grabbing his dress shirt from the restroom, pulling it on and buttoning as he walked over to the living area near his grand fireplace where his dark brown leather couch sat. “Highly unlikely, Calvin.” He said, contemplating if placing his dress shirt on was the best idea. “Haaaal! The toddler has my tail!” Hal turned the corner in the hallway as Marnie was pulling Calvin’s tail to play with Calvin. “Marnie no!” Hal said in a loud, domineering tone. He glided over to the couch as Marnie let go and began crying. Marnie tried to stop crying but she couldn’t. To be quite honest, a part of her was nervous by Hal’s suddenly loud tone. He was commanding and suddenly intimidating. She was not expecting it so quickly. Calvin trotted away to a safe distance. “Aren’t you supposed to give her a time out or spanking for this?” Calvin jumped up to the counter where the girl couldn’t reach him easily. Hal stood in silence, feeling bad that his tone went so loud as she sat there, crying. He wanted to coo her but she also had to learn a lesson to not do that again. God forbid Hal wasn’t there and the girl yanked at Calvin’s tail! Hal couldn’t have that. As much as Calvin annoyed the warlock, he wouldn’t be so evil to throw Calvin to the toddler. Hal sighed, walking over to Marnie as her crying turned to sniffles as he approached, “Time out for pulling Calvin’s tail, 10 minutes in the corner.” He said, pulling her up by the armpits as she began crying again. The warlock new if he didn’t give a punishment she may do it again. Marnie couldn’t stop crying as Hal plopped her on her feet in the corner to stare at the wall. Even worse, she was so humiliated she began wailing in the corner. She tried calming herself but it wouldn’t stop. Her body failed her as her nose produced snot and her mouth wailed. She cursed in her head repeatedly as she was embarrassed on that she couldn’t stop. Even worse, she was tasting snot that dripped from her nose to her mouth… Disgusting! She thought. Hal went back to his tea kettle silently. His ears hearing the piercing noise of his new baby wailing in the corner but trying to ignore it. He closed his eyes for a moment as he stood there, trying to gather his strength to not go back over and coddle her. I’ll coddle after the lesson. He thought to himself. “Can’t you see this is already a BIG problem Hal?” Calvin murmured to Hal as he jumped from the island to the counter top near the stove, sitting on his hindlegs. Hal opened his eyes, “And what is it that you suggest doing Calvin? Take her to an orphanage?” Hal said with a low and irritated voice. Calvin purred, “Turn her into the officials. They’ll figure it out. This isn’t a part of your job description may I remind you.” Hal didn’t respond, ignoring his companion, “She’s only been here not even an hour and this is a full-time job. How do you protect the Realm and an adult baby?” Hal growled coldly, “Funny that you think I take your input seriously. Do me a favor and go lick your paws in the other room.” Calvin growled back, “That was low, even for you Hal.” He jumped off the counter, leaving the room, “Have fun with your new responsibilities, I’m not helping you.” Marnie’s wailing calmed down as she stared at the corner. Marnie realized that if she just accepts the crying and embarrassment it stopped. Her body stopped trembling and the crying ceased to only sniffles for the remainder of the time-out. Hal came over and took her hand, guiding her over to the couch quietly. He sat down as Marnie was at his height when he sat. “Marnie, what do you say after that?” Hal asked, speaking more to this girl as a small child than earlier that day. “I-I’m sowwy!” Marnie chopped with a funny fluctuation in her voice that made her sound very young. Hal smirked by her cute nature, grabbing a few tissues from his side table and wiping her face from the snot, “Good girl, from now on know that Calvin is our friend, not a toy. You are not allowed to pull his tail ever again, nor hurt him, understand?” Marnie nodded, “Yeth.” “Good, I think it’s naptime for someone, hm?” Hal said, picking Marnie up. Marnie wanted to growl that she wasn’t tired yet, she didn’t want a worse punishment from Hal. Calvin mentioned a spanking and that was the last thing Marnie wanted to experience. Hal was a very strong and intimidating person when angry, she didn’t want to see him when she was about to be spanked. He placed Marnie in the guest room’s bed as he tucked her in. She snuggled the sheets as his eyes glimmered. Marnie caught a strange look in the warlock’s eyes… it was a moment of happiness or enjoyment of the moment. She didn’t understand this look. It was confusing to the girl because she didn’t know this man at all. Marnie wasn’t sleepy and the next things that happened didn’t help. Marnie watched as the warlock began transfiguring the items in the room. The posts of the bed began growing into rails as the bed narrowed into a twin sized bed, rumbling under the small witch. Marnie’s jaw dropped as the warlock began shifting the wood of the dresser that creaked and rumbled as it expanded and shifted. Marnie was perplexed as she laid, wondering what the newer, wider tall dresser was supposed to be. The warlock pulled open a drawer and placed a towel down on top. Marnie blushed, realizing it was a changing table. Marnie watched as the corner dresser moved forward and to the other side of the room. Marnie giggled in awe as she got up on her knees and placed her hands on the rails of the new crib. “No, it’s nap time Marnie.” The warlock sighed, knowing he probably should have transfigured with her in the other room. He gravitated the crib to the corner of the room where the dresser was and gently set it on the ground as Marnie giggled from being lifted by magic. She clapped her hands in a fascination. As annoying of the baby actions were, Marnie was very intrigued. She had never seen so effortless magic before her eyes. Marnie had dreamed of holding that type of magic, yet those were dreams she was letting go of. There were many laws that went into transfiguring that a witch or warlock needed a permit for but that was something Marnie had always wanted to go to college for. Marnie watched as Hal levitated the other dresser to the wall opposite of the crib. She was still in awe of how powerful this warlock was that she didn’t realize until the end that the room looked very different, now very fitting for a toddler. She blushed, realizing that toddler was her.

I am notorious for mislabeling chapter numbers or skipping numbers on accident... I meant Chapter 5 I do apologize haha!