Lucia Phoebe Thorne

Warning, there are dark themes in Lucia's backstory, proceed with caution.

Lucia had never known who her parents were. All she had remembered was seeing a stern old woman's face, her mentor Calypso. The same old woman who slapped her square on the head, "Lucia! Your daydreams most certainly will not help you grow." She touched her head where her mentor had slapped her sheepishly, "Sorry Calypso." She looked up at her mentor her lips twitched upwards into a nervous smile. She held her hands together, gaze averting to the colorful stained glass window. Her magic terrified her, but it made Calypso affectionately grabbed her chin, "Your magic is a part of you, a strength, not a curse." She found herself thinking back to that day, the day her magic spiked in defense.

[Flashback]  "Calypso's a freak and so are you. Who even has a middle name called Phoebe?" The little boy mispronounced Phoebe and she responded in a hushed voice, "It's fee-bee." The little boy paused his rant looking at her angrily, "What did you say?" All the words she had planned to say had gotten stuck in her throat. She panicked wanting to defend herself when the little boy reached out and yanked strands of her ginger hair. Tears filled her dark green eyes her voice fearful, "Stop it you're hurting me!" "Take it back then witch. Say that your little grandma's a freak." It didn't happen at first, but that fear she had felt turned into rage. A rage so urgent and overwhelming that she needed to solve the itch in her hands. "My grandma is not a freak. You take that back Liam. Apologize!" He looked annoyed, going to tug on her hair again before all hell broke loose. She curled her hands into fists, the vines that surrounded the two of them shot out towards the little boys neck. The vines at first curled ever so lazily, until she heard him about to call her a freak. Only then the vines truly tightened around his neck and she held her position. "Say sorry Liam." Didn't he know how much she and Calypso struggled to live? To be respected by the others? How much Calypso suffered, how she suffered? No of course he didn't and that angered her even more. He couldn't even apologize for how badly bruised his throat was croaking out the word, "Help." Terrified, she dropped her hands to her sides, she had almost killed him. Calypso had found her sobbing by a willow tree that she was a monster. [End of flashback.]

She forced herself to take a deep breath she wasn't a monster. "Let's go, Calypso." There was something about that forest she loved so dearly. Besides the tragedy that had almost unfolded that fateful day... She'd come to love the forest that taught her more about the world around her. Alongside Calypso, she believed they could change the world. She beamed showing Calypso a flower she had opened with her magic. The days seemed to blend with one another, countless sunrises and sunsets. She found herself enamored by the mystery of what would be her birthday gift this year. Calypso never told and this was one of the many things she loved about her. Unsettlingly she noticed how some of the townspeople looked at her and Calypso, who told her to smile. Her heart malfunctioned at the posters on the tavern execute the witches young and old. She urged Calypso to move forward quicker. How badly she wanted Calypso to be wrong that these were out to kill. She felt like she was going to be sick, "Calypso please I can't lose you!" "You must leave Lucia, death can only spare one of u-" She screamed out of terror and sorrow watching the animalistic scene in front of her. How she lost her voice, watching them stab her loved one with a pitchfork over and over again, she turned and ran into the dark forest her last gift remained. Surely this must have been a nightmare, reaching her hand to touch a tall tree trying to erase the image of her loved one being stabbed with a pitchfork there wouldn't be anything left of her mentor left to bury. She scratched her skin on the bark of the tree, desperately trying to vomit but nothing left her, going to hug herself, a wail escaping her lips as she kneeled down in the forest.

She had to learn to live somehow, but all she wanted to do was lay down in a field of flowers and scream- she stopped for a moment noticing a trail of flowers leading to somewhere. Reluctantly she forced herself to get up, noticing how some of the flowers were light and dark, and the dark flowers reminded her of, "Calypso." She ignored the scratches on her hand from the tree bark, now following the trail of flowers not afraid to sob her heart out while she did so, her mentor had known she was going to die and could it be she had- she no longer found herself looking at the flowers. For the flowers ended in front of a quaint cottage and she allowed herself to breathe, here farther into the forest she would be safe, and remember herself for who she once was, the witches apprentice.