The Four SistersA Chapter by Piccadilly
Camila reads the ancient text that starts the main action of the story.
The library was plush and cluttered with stacks of books, bright and airy, with the musk of parchment and mahogany. Purple draperies framed the large windows that had a spectacular view of the city, filtering the midday light upon one of the sitting areas that Theo, Art and Francis occupied.
Camila joined them shortly after the lunch bell rang, followed by none other than her sister Magnolia, who flitted about, spouting obnoxious comments and childish questions. Magnolia was callow, but she was still a teenager, and Camila had to put up with her sibling all day when not in class. But Camila loved Magnolia anyway, even in the moments when she would want to cry out and try to shush the urchin.
The room was quiet for a moment, as the library was meant to be a quiet place, but it was vacant, as it usually was. Most people took no attendance to their studies during lunch period, but Camila had made it a point to excuse themselves from the noisy cafeteria each day for some quiet. They had done this since they were merely 7. And now they sat, no different from then, reviewing the days material and finishing any homework in attempt to shirk off any homework duties on the weekend.
"I'm bored," Magnolia moaned, sinking to her knees next to Camila's armchair.
"Why don't you read a book for once?" Camila snapped, agitated that Magnolia had interrupted her own book. Magnolia shrunched her face up in discontempt.
"I'll just have a look at yours, then." Quick on her feet, Magnolia leaped up and snatched the book out of Camila's hands.
"The Four Sisters and Their Lineage." Magnolia read off the spine smugly, as Camila sighed and rolled her eyes, defeated. Magnolia crossed her arms defiantly as only a 14 year-old could. She had a strawberry-blonde shade of hair that was similiar to Camila's, but sun-bleached and brighter, that she constantly pulled back. Freckles stood out faintly against her tan skin, a little more subdued than Camila's own freckles against her pale skin.
"You've been reading and rereading that book for years, Cam." Art said. Camila shot him a look, but he shrugged. She hated being called Cam, and Art knew it very well.
"I find it interesting." Camila said softly, looking down at the yellowed pages.
"Wouldn't it be lovely to be the heir of Water?" Francis suggested wistfully, hugging a book to her chest.
"I always thought Life had the better morals. At least she had the sense to, you know, tell Wind about the others." Magnolia argued.
"But Wind was powerful, I like her the best." Art said deftly.
"I've forgotten so much of the story, I hardly remember which one I liked best. That book is something to read to younger kids, my mother hasn't read it to me in 6 years." Theo pointed out. The rest agreed. Magnolia sat on the arm of Camila's chair.
"Oh, please read, we have a few minutes. I hardly remember what happens at the end, anyhow."
Camila consented, with some grumbling, and everyone settled down and listened intentively:
"In a small village off the coast of Wurdrow Bay, on March the 31st, a plain woman gave birth to quadruplets. The babies were happy, glowing with new life. A few days after their birthday, the mother noticed that the babes looked utterly different from each other, and demonstrated magical powers, breaking lamps when unhappy or unsatisfied. It was hard to believe they were related, and the couple soon brought them in to the priest, unsure what to do. He called the children abnormalities and that they were possessed by demons and banished them from the village.
The family fled in fear that their daughters would be murdered and found refuge in a coastal cliff. The cliff was bordered by a thick forest, open to a meadow with fresh air and overlooking the sea.
The four daughters grew up soundly, but each one shared not a single trait and looked different. Their tastes in art and music varied as much as the color of leaves on the trees.
Adamaris spent most of her time on the coast, walking along the beach and collecting shells. She was quiet and well kept, extremely nostalgic and melodramatic at times. Gifted the gift to control water, the quietest sister made sure the waves never became too angry. She always had good advice and yearned for an equal companion outside of the family. She resembled a mermaid, and had long sandy blonde curls, a slender build and pale icy eyes.
Ildri got along well with Adamaris, but she never socialized well with anyone. She stayed away from the shore and kept to the house, normally in her room. She was fiesty, playful, and hurt people without realizing it. Given the power of flames to her fingertips, Ildri had to be careful with her power, but she lost control easily. She spoke her solid opinion and got into trouble often, but she wasn't the type to drag other people into her plans. Ildri had short black hair cropped to her chin and dark brown eyes that shimmered with gold.
Faunus was young at heart, always helpful and responsible. She was nearly a poster child, but she was needy and spoiled, even if she was good-natured. Being a nature spirit, she spent her time in the forest, growing a plentiful harvest for her father, often getting lost. She was most likely the favorite of her mother. Fauneus was very fond of her mother, making sure she was always happy and that no harm would come to her. Like Adamaris, Faunus had curly dark blonde hair, often in two braids. she loved music and played several flutes and the fiddle. Solana, the most mature sister, was her closest friend and kept by her every minute because Faunus was careless and free.
Solana was proud and haughty, but she never shared hurtful comments and always kept many secrets. She roamed about the land with Faunus, keeping a pleasant climate and keeping hurricanes at bay, treating her as one would a young child. She was artistically gifted and painted the sunsets and dusks often. Solana;'s beauty contested Adamaris', with flaxen hair and cold gray eyes like stones.
Ildri envied her sister Solana.
"She has all the power,' she complained to Adamaris. Adamaris was greedy, as well, and jealous. Each sister had not gotten a fair share of the magic.
"What use is flame to wind? She puts me out in an instant!" Ildri seethed, snapping her fingers angrily.
"And water brings me no use. It is not good to drink unless I have you. Sure, we have fish, but they only venture here if Faunus is happy." Adamaris murmured.
Faunus sat nervously by, listening as the sisters hatched a plan to murder their mother for not giving them their proper share of powers.
"Do not kill our mother. If anyone, we should kill Solana. She's obviously the one who stole our powers." The sisters agreed, Faunus nervously worrying about how to tell her sibling that Ildri and Adamaris were murdering them that very night.
Right after dusk, while Solana was painting the horizon line of the sunset, Faunus snuck into her room, and told Solana of her treachery. Before Solana left out the window, Faunus asked her:
"Are you angry with me? I suggested they stab you anyway."
"Faunus, I love you more than those traitors that are our sisters. We are not greedy or contemptuous. They have much more power than they realize. Because I can hold back mighty storms or create them at my will doesn't mean I am strongest. I am the weakest because I flee. You are strongest because you chose to tell me."
Solana leaped out the window, but before she left, she added:
"They will not realize their true power until all four of us work together. Our four powers combined can destroy continents, make entire armies surrender. Sadly... I think that day will never come." And she was gone.
That night Faunus packed her belongings, left a note for her mother and snuck out the door into the immense forest. And the strongest and the weakest sibling left the bloodshed that was to become the small cottage and into their spiritual forms.
To this day, the four sisters rage the world in furies unlike any other, searching to destroy each other. They go by the names Water, Fire, Life and Wind. And they communicate with each other in search of new bodily forms to occupy. They are among the world, possessing the chosen few that they find suitable."
Camila shut the body loudly and everyone in the room looked up. A few more people had gathered since Camila had started reading, but they dissapated quickly. Camila wasn't known for her hospitality.
"I take back the things I said about Water- uh, Adamaris. I like Wind alot better. I wonder why the book says she's haughty." Francis said aloud.
"She seems really self-absorbed." Art said.
"But that thing she said in the end, about how they could all work together, it makes me feel like they're a weapon." The group sat in silence for a moment.
Theo's head was bent over his paper again.
"Ugh, date... date... what's the date, Camila?" Theo said, agitated, done with his paper.
"Um... the 25th of March. Why?"
"You're supposed the date each paper," Theo said, as if it were obvious. He looked down at his watch. "Hey, we'd better hurry back to class."
© 2011 Piccadilly
The Four Sisters