*Aurora’s POV*

*2 years later/September 1st/Bermuda Island*

“Come on, Aurora! You can win this!” Dad cheered me on.

“Liam! Beat her! She is only a girl!” Mr. Payne encouraged Liam, as he teased me in the process.

“Hey! Liam you will pay for your father’s words!” I screamed, over the rushing air that was blowing into my face.

“Great dad! More struggles.” Liam exclaimed, sighing.

“Oopsie.” Mr. Payne says, chuckling. “You can still do it! Quickly! Quickly, Liam!”

Liam and I were racing our hand-made racing cars. The ride was exhilarating, as we sped down the big hill and around the track, as we cut through the air faster than bullets.

My father always hoped that I would’ve been a boy, so he could teach his two boys archery, racing and soccer. So, when I was born, he always pictured me as a boy, so he could teach me and Liam everything he taught Andy.

Now we had regular races every month, along with seasonal soccer games and archery contests, against other athletes in the kingdom.

“Come on, Aurora! Liam is catching up to you! Don’t you want to win the Bermuda Trophy, on Bermuda Athletic Day!” My father exclaimed to me.

Athletic Day is a special day organized by Liam’s Father and my own, because of their love and passion for sports. Our mother’s also, forced their husbands to makes sure the Day wasn’t racist to any race, colour or gender.

My mother and Liam’s mother were big on the whole idea of never excluding anyone, for any reason, unless their dangerous to your well-being or life, in general.

Along with racing cars, we were taught archery by my father. While, Mr. Payne taught us how to play soccer, basketball and cross country running.

Both, me and Liam were the best car racers and cross country runners on the island. Additionally, there were obviously some activities that I was good at that he wasn’t, and vise-versa. For example, I am a better soccer player and work best with a sword, while Liam is the best basketball player and is an amazing archerer.

Every morning, I would juggle and dribble my soccer ball all around the island, with Liam by my side, as he dribbed his basketball.

Often, Liam and I would sword fight with our fathers, every morning, despite the fact that both of our mothers dreaded the thought of their children learning to fights.

“This is enough! They are too young for all this fighting, nonsense!” Mom exclaimed.

“They shouldn’t be learning all this. It is bad enough, of how mischievous these two are. I don’t want to raise pro fighters. They won’t be going to war, will they?” Mrs. Payne angrily shouted, snatching our swords away from us.

“But mommy, you both learned how to fight when you were our age.” Liam pointed out.

“Yeah, moma! So, why can’t we?” I questioned them.

This caused them to go speechless and smirks to form on our father’s faces.

“And what if war does break out?” Liam asked.

“We could help. More the merrier, right moma?” Aurora continued.

“Also, if we ever get picked on or bullied, there is absolutely no way of running away and on top of that there was no one who could hear our screams. Our only hope would be to fight back. Correct?” Liam added.

“Urgh. Whatever.” Mom sighed, rolling her eyes, as Mrs. Payne returned our swords.

“Also, to be clear. You two won’t ever be going a war. No matter what.” Mrs. Payne made clear.

“And we will pray to that, you two never get bullied, ever.” Mom added.

Alongside all the sportive activities, our mothers were fond of teaching us other things, like singing, as well as, various dancing styles. Liam was an amazing Salsa and tap dancer, while I was good at hip hop and western dancing.

While, I am absolutely, not the best singer in the world, Liam was. He could enchant a large group people with his voice, getting everyone’s attention almost immediately. Liam was always asked to sing on every special occasion. His voice was absolutely spectacular, loud and clear, and that all begun at 3 years old.


Duncan Almond, the cook at the kingdom’s castle, as well as a close - slightly uneducated - close friend of my father’s, he was also the best cook on the island. He taught me and Liam to cook delicious food, although Liam is much better at that, than I am.

On top of all the things, our parents were teaching us to make Liam and I, multi-talented, we were very fond of adventures. We would use of imagination for the smallest things. Making our small island, the central place for amazing journeys. Some days we would be under the sea looking for a sunken ship, other days were pirates on the look for treasure.

I know what you must be thinking, why haven’t I talked about our magical powers. Great question! Liam and I have been asking our parents the same question ever since we learned to talk.

“Listen, moma you have to teach us how to use magic! There are so many things we are missing out on.” I sighed, plopping on to the couch, in across from the one my mother was sitting on, with Liam following my actions.

“Aurora, please I, along with the rest of the island, explained to this to you both, maybe a thousand times.” Mom sighed, holding her anger in as her face expressed a pained look.

“Explain it one more time. Please.” Liam begged.

“One last time.” Mom demanded, with a sullen look plastered on her face.

“Promise.” Aurora nodded, innocently, as her eyes turned into a white shade.

“Okay.” Mom nodded with a sigh. “We only start to get your powers once you are thirteen, when you start becoming a teen. At fifteen, you are suppose to get all of your powers, when you are officially a teen.”

“But … we are only eight years old.” Liam says, with a doleful look on his face

“Only five more years until you to get your powers.” Dad exclaims, with beatific look on his face, as he comes into the family room of the castle, kisses mother’s face, while he plops in the seat next to her.

“Urgh!” Liam and I whined, falling on top of eachother.

Aside from us not having our magical powers, Liam and I were the best pranksters of the Bermuda Island.

One time, Liam went up to our professor, with an innocent look on his face, while the class was reading the history of magical creatures silently.

Liam said: “Professor Fishman. I have to tell you something.”

“Yes, Liam? What is it? Is something wrong? What happened? Are you hurt or something? Are you having problems reading your book? Do you not understand some-” Professor Fishman replied, who begun getting hyped up about absolutely nothing, as usually.

“No, no! Nothing is wrong, sir! I just came to let you know, that Aurora and I have decided that you will be our next pranking victim. Just thought you would like to know.” Liam smirked, cutting off Professor Fishman.

We didn’t really have anything big planned for him, although everyone was pushing us to prank him. So, we decided to get him worked for to the extreme over nothing.

Liam and I figured if we said this to our professor, it would frighten him, to the max. Subsequently, just as we planned it worked.

For the next week, Professor Fishman went crazy in fear and anxiety. Whenever he would open a drawer, pulled out his chair or even opened a door of a cupboard, worry would fill him up, causing him to look over at either Liam or myself, when we would return a devious smirk. This would result him to taking extra cautious terms to do whatever he was planning on anything he wanted to do.

Just as Professor Fishman, almost went completely insane, our mothers urged us to tell us the truth to him. So, Liam and I came up with a clever way to break it to him.

I walked over to our professor, with a guilty, yet, innocent look on my face, with my eyes completely black, I said:

“Professor. I have to tell you something.” Before he could begun his worry rant, I cut him off. “Also, don’t worry, there is no problem. I just wanted to say …”

“Boo!” Liam screamed, jumping out from the crouched position he had been, behind my back.

“Oh lord!” Professor Fishman screamed, fainting almost immediately.

“Goals!” Liam and I cheered, exchanging a high-five before hugging each other - our signature handshake and cheer.

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