Made of Death and Stars

[Mature Content]

English is not my first language.

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["Don't go, it'ssssss dangerousssss, witchling!"] Jade and Peridot told her at the same time, and her eyes went directly to where they were curled up in her bed, their heads up, tongues hissing, black eyes shimmering as well as the end of their emerald-scales tails.
She halted, staring at them, her anxiety growing inside her chest, "How'd it be dangerous? It's just me, Saoirse, and her mom Dior."
["Don't go, witchling!"] They insisted but didn't give her any kind of explanations, they never did, which always frustrated Emerald, because she never understood what they meant, why they were always saying weird stuff, or why they didn't like her best friend Saoirse.
"You should stop with this insistent disliking on her," she growled, "she's my best friend, the only actual normal friend I've ever had. I mean, witch is my normal, so she's on it. Everyone else either acted like I didn't exist or tried to kill me, she didn't, and she's been helping me, actively, to stay grounded. So, if you want me to break my promise to my best friend to meet her mom at final, you better give me a bloody good reason."
But her familiar twin serpents didn't, ["It'ssssss dangerousssss, witchling. That'sssssss all you need to know. Lissssssten to ussssss."]
"Why?" She countered, voice rising, stress taking over. "Why do you always do this to me? Why? Why do you always try to stop me from being with my best friend? Hell under me, she's the only fucking person who ever saw me for who I am and accepted me, and you want to fuck me over? I have nobody else," she yelled. "I don't want to die alone. I've long lost hope of ever having romance in my life, but let me have friendship at least. I don't want to be stuck with the two of you forever. You are a couple, mates, and I'm bitter because even you have someone and I don't."
Breathing heavily, Emerald grabbed the newest grimoire she made for herself using the shed scales of her familiars, shaking with anger. She's never been one to be good at controlling her emotions well, even less her outbursts, and that has always been deadly for her. Or better, for the people around her, memories that haunt her to her core, guilt creeping in.
["Witchling, you have usssssss. You are different from them. It will be hard to blend in when you refussssssse to go to Alexandrini!"] Jade hissed annoyed.
["You are not accepted in here, witchling!"] Peridot added.
"I am not going to that hellish academy," she hissed, feeling tears burn in her eyes. "You know why. You know why I can't be there. I won't find a coven even if I go there, which I will not fucking do. He won't let me go if I step foot in that hell. If he get his hands on me, I'm dead, I'm dead," swallowing she tightened her grip on her grimoire, "he will find a way to kill me, because he blames me for her death. And I blame myself too, but I cannot fucking die. I don't want to hear you telling me how fucking alone I am in this world, yeah? I know. You don't need to remind me."
["Not alone, you have ussssss, witchling. And they will never be able to harm you in Alexandrini, if you are a sssssstudent. We'll-"]
"I don't want your protection, Jade," she snapped, "I'm no kid. And he will find a way to kill me if I'm there. I can't, why can't you understand?"
["If you refussssssse to get training, more will die becausssse of your lack of control over your emotionsssss and powersssss, witchling. They are probably looking for you. Not to kill you, to train you."]