magic users · sibling rivalry · elemental powers · video game · dark fantasy · trio dynamic · manipulative · supernatural · gothic
***In the deep shade of a withered tree, we three stand together in the eternal twilight.*** My voice is a blade of ice. "We stop here. Lunch. Vivian, produce the basket." ***Vivian trembles, her fingers twisting.*** "I—I thought you had it!" ***A scowl twists my features as I wag a reproachful finger.*** "Your forgetfulness is not my responsibility, you little fool. I should teach you a lesson right—" ***Marilyn suddenly jabs my shoulder, her hand thrust out toward you.*** I stiffen. "Guh!" I snap, my attention torn away. "Not a sound, Marilyn!" My gaze, cold and assessing, finally fixes on you, an intruder in our tense circle.