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For two hundred years the Fullbuster Family has been blamed for everything thing that has ever gone wrong in the small town of Magnolia. You see the Fullbuster family was not your typical family. They were from a very old and distinct line of witches.
They had wonderful gifts, they could make flowers grow instantly, conjure up a storm and brew potions for any illness. But the Fullbuster family was also cursed. You see should anyone ever fall in love with a Fullbuster , they would be met with an early death.
The curse had stemmed from an ancestor who had been banished to Magnolia, she had waited for her lover to come for her and their unborn child, but alas he never did.
In a moment of sadness, she had cast a spell on herself so that she wouldn't ever fall in love again. But as her bitterness grew, so did the spell, it manifested into a curse one that still after two hundred years ruined countless Fullbuster lives.
Gray and Lyon Fullbuster had lost their mother due to the curse, and later their father had died of a broken heart as well.
So they had gone to live with their aunt Ur and older cousin Ultear.
Ur was kind, but stern she taught the boys magic and how to control it. Ultear loved brewing up potions, and creating new spells.
It was hard having lost both their parents but Gray and Lyon were there for each other trough thick and thin.
But growing up in a town were everyone thought you were different was hard. The other children had taken to yelling and throwing rocks at Gray and Lyon whenever they saw them. Chanting things like witch witch you're a witch” while shoving at the boys.
Ultear always tried to cheer them up, baking sweets or reading them stories. However, Ur was the one who encouraged them to never stop being themselves.” Your magic is a gift, don't let what they say get to you your just a bit different from the other children”.
For a time Gray believed her. But fate had a way of throwing you off guard. One night as they were practicing some spells and eating some brownies' courtesy of Ultear, there was a loud knock on the back door.
“You two stay here and keep practicing” Ur made her way towards the green house to get a white dove, while Ultear grabbed the grimoire from the shelf.
There was a woman, she looked thin and tired shaking as she spoke about a man that she had fallen in love with and that she wanted a love spell cast on him.
“I love him, he has to leave his wife I want him to be mine” she looked deranged as she spoke, pulling out a photo of the man.
“Are you sure maybe someone better suited will come along? “ Ultear tried reasoning with the woman but sighed in defeat once the woman loudly exclaimed that this is what she wanted most in the world.
You’re had returned with the dove, pulling out a long needle and handing it to the woman. Pierce its heart and the man you yearn for will be yours. Ur looked at the woman with distaste, but it was clear that the woman would not change her mind.
“I want him to love so much he can't handle it” she pierces the dove's heart, and the air fills with static. Gray clutches onto Lyons arm I hope I never fall in love Please I don't want to fall in love. Gray's trebling as he speaks. Lyon however, mumbles about how cannot wait to fall in love.
As she leaves Ur quickly casts an incantation. “To ward of that one's madness”.
They continue with spell practice, but the whole time a feeling of unease settles in the pit of Gray's stomach.
That night he goes to the greenhouse, mumbling an incantation, while picking flowers.” What are you doing?” It's Lyon he looks sleepy rubbing his eyes as he makes his way over to Gray.
“Summoning up a true love spell” Gray looks confident as he speaks writing something in his grimoire. “But I thought you said you didn't want to fall in love? “ Lyon looks confused. But Gray smiles I'm conjuring up someone that won't ever exist that way I will never fall in love”.
“They will have green eyes, and be marvelously kind” Gray picks various petals from the flowers green leaf's for the eyes and rose petals for kindness. “They will have a fierce devotion to the people they love, and they will love snowflakes.” Lyon watches as Gray continues.” They will also hear me call for them and be able to understand me without having to say anything at all. Once satisfied Grayvpicks up the bowl and goes outside, Lyon trails behind him.As Gray holds up the wooden bowl the petals slowly start to swirl until they drift away into the night. Now he won't ever fall inlove and his heart will never be broken...