A/N: Just... a bit... longer. :p
Last Line(s): “No.” Audrey said flatly. “We should go ask Zoya now, if she wants to help.”
Audrey pulled Will out of the room. She was a hundred percent sure that he and Akol had talked about something - something about her. And she didn’t like that her husband was keeping secrets from her. She would make him talk about it sooner or later.
“An adventure sounds nice, but who’s going to look after Ujalaa?” Zoya prosed. The couple, Zoya and Ujalaa were in the girls’ room. It was a lot like Audrey and Will’s room, but the setting and color scheme was different. Also, instead of one bed, there were two twin beds, on opposite sides of the room. The four of them were sitting on Zoya’s bed.
Ujalaa crossed her arms and pouted. She got off the bed and ran over to her side of the room. The rest of them watched as Ujalaa shuffled through her top drawer on her dresser. She jumped back and held up a notebook and pen. Then she strode back over to the rest of them, all the while, scribbling something on the notebook. She held it out to Zoya.
Zoya furrowed her brows in concern and read aloud what she’d written.
“Just because I cannot go on an adventure, does not mean that you cannot go, Z. I can take care of myself. Please go. For my…” Zoya trailed off. She tossed the notebook across the bed. She crossed her own arms. “No.”
Will rolled his eyes. “Is stubbornness genetic by any chance?” He nudged Audrey.
“I… don’t think so?” Audrey said, tilting her head and watching as Zoya and Ujalaa continued bickering - Zoya talking in a foreign language and Ujalaa signing quickly.
Will held his chin in his hands and brought his knees to his chest. “Are we just going to wait?”
“I suppose?” Audrey crossed her legs.
Seconds turned into minutes and when Zoya finally sighed in defeat, Audrey and Will smiled. Seemed like they were definitely getting help. The teenager rolled her eyes at another sign that Ujalaa did then turned to look at the couple. "I'm coming."
"Awesome!" Audrey grinned, patted her head and jumped off the bed.
Will followed. "Pack some stuff to take with you," he said.
Zoya raised a brow. "You guys have magic. There is no need whatsoever for me to take anything." She raised her head slightly.
"Oh?" Audrey frowned. "We... don't exactly know how to use it, if we do have it."
"Was Akol supposed to tell us about that too?"
Zoya shrugged, ushered them out of her room and slammed the door. Behind the door, she winced slightly, genuinely not meaning to slam it. But she couldn't stop her anger from flaring. Who would take care of Ujalaa? All the kids at the palace bullied her. And Ujalaa wasn't even very capable of handling them, considering how young she was. Maybe it was time Ujalaa got her own wand.
That evening, the palace was more alive than it ever was in the past century. In the main hall, the Devils were playing around with magic, showing off their talents, but at the same time, attempting to help out the Painter and Writer with their own magic. Slowly but surely, they were getting the hang of it.
The rest of the kids who were under the age of ten were in a corner of the hall, gossiping. The older kids, who had been granted wands were in another section of the hall. Among them were Zoya and Ujalaa. Zoya had already made her a wand and was surprised to see how fast she caught on to the basics, like going invisible, summoning things, or making things appear out of thin air. Doing magic like that needed a lot of thinking and concentrating and it seemed that Ujalaa had both. Zoya beamed as Ujalaa made another apple appear in front of her. The little girl smiled, grabbed it, and started munching.
In the middle of the hall, Audrey and Will had sort of mastered their art. Akol was leading them, bored and annoyed that it had taken six hours for them to get one thing right. He was sitting on a cushioned chair that Askel had brought for him. The couple still hadn't been properly introduced to him. They'd just been told that the man was Akol's brother.
Speaking of the Devil... "Do it again," he mumbled, clearing the canvas with a wave of his hand.
Audrey ground her teeth. "We've done it sixty-three times already!"
"You've been counting?" Will asked.
"Continue," Akol growled, slumping in his seat yet again.
Askel face palmed, irritated. "Look, you guys," he said, coming in front of them. He was as handsome as Akol. The whitish-blondish hair that reminded Audrey of Draco Malfoy, the coal black eyes that had a tint of gray and his tall stature. "Mrs. Winchester, when you start painting, you have to breathe deeply and know that you're painting super fast. Mr. Winchester, while you watch her hand dance across the canvas, you have to imagine the personality of the thing she's creating. I know it doesn't seem right for a chair to have personality, but if you think and believe hard enough, it works. And when you recite the spell, you both have to chant it three times and..."
"Hold hands," the couple said in unison.
"Right," Askel said. "Try again. This time, you better master it."
Audrey bent down again over the canvas, plucked her paintbrush out of her bun and dipped it into cinnamon brown paint. She breathed deeply and started painting the legs of the chair she had pictured in her mind. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. She closed her eyes. When she opened them, her hand was flying across the canvas. This time, she didn't grin stupidly like she did the first time, and mess up. She now knew she had to keep a straight face. One always learned from their mistakes.
It took seconds for Will to create a personality for the chair. It didn't squeak when it was pushed back on the floor. The cushion was made of leather and that too, didn't break easily. What other personality could a chair have? Will started panicking, because Audrey was pretty much done the painting. Nothing else. There was nothing more.
Audrey stepped back cautiously, and Will stopped thinking - that was the hardest part. He stared at the painting of the chair. Audrey reached out for his hand and he held it firmly. They both took a sharp intake of breath and started the chant.
"Blow life into this painting. Give it its deserved appearance and character,” they said it together, three times.
All around them, there was a silverish glow, but it wasn’t exactly coming from anywhere. It was just… there. Only Audrey and Will could see it. The rest of the Devils and kids in the hall couldn’t see it. That was how the magic on Pluto worked. If you performed magic, only you were able to see it. Not anyone else. And the same for anyone else. That’s why the magic on Pluto was also tremendously dangerous. Not many are able to predict when magic is happening.
When they heard the soft chime that signaled that the chair was ready, Audrey slowly opened her eyes and Will’s flew open in hope that they had gotten in right.
The first thing they saw was the chair. It was beautiful. It didn’t look like any normal chair. It had a cushioned backrest and bottom that was made of leather. And its wood was a very cinnamon-y color.
Will sniffed the air around him. “Do I smell…” He looked at Audrey. “Are you wearing the perfume I gifted you?”
Audrey looked at Will too and they shared a grin. “No. I think it’s the chair.”
Akol and Askel, who were staring at the chair, grinned at each other. Akol got up and patted his brothers’ shoulder. “Thanks, devil.”
“You got it, little brother.” Askel made a clicking sound and winked. Carefree, he tucked his hands into his pockets and strode away.
Akol turned to watch the couple try out the chair. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Audrey laughing, bouncing on her heels. He looked away and shook his head. He took a deep breath. “No no no no no.”
He clenched his fists, plastered a stiff smile on his face and neared the couple. Zoya was standing there too, with Ujalaa. “You guys can try making something else if you want. But after that, you have to go upstairs to your room and do the rest of your packing there.”
Zoya made a face. “Okay, papa.”
Akol rolled his eyes but continued. “Use magic, use normal stuff, use whatever, but just get ready. Quick. You won’t need food.”
“Can we have the invisible food?” Audrey asked, smiling.
Akol nodded. “You can literally magic that up.”
“When do we leave?” Will asked.
“Nice. Sounds like a movie,” Will smirked. Audrey laughed.
Akol face palmed. “Don’t take this as lightly as any movie. The fate of Earth is in your hands,” he warned.
“Okay… jeez…” Audrey chuckled.
“Please take this seriously.” He clapped his hands together, pleadingly.
Will raised a brow. Audrey took a sharp intake of breath. A king. A king was begging them. When she noticed that Akol’s eyes were getting watery, she whispered to Will, “Let’s get him out of here.”
Zoya noticed too and walked right out of the dining hall. She would lead them to Akol’s room. Will already knew. He put one arm around Akol’s waist. Audrey held Akol’s hand, patting it every once in a while as they led him out of the dining hall. The Devils and kids all stopped whatever they were doing and parted for the three of them.
Once they were out of the dining hall, Zoya started marching ahead. “Stay strong, my king.”
Halfway up the stairs, Akol started slowing down. The couple both had each of Akol’s arms around the back of their necks.
Will grunted. “Man, you’re getting heavier by the second.” He pulled Akol up again. “Kid, wait up!” he called.
Zoya froze and swiveled around. “Is he okay?”
Audrey stopped walking. As did Will. He painfully held the Devil up as Audrey stood in front of Akol and inspected him. When she saw how slumped he was and that his eyes were closed, she gasped, her hand over her chest.
“...I think he fainted!”