Celica

Her sister never stood a chance. Litri had gone to serve the Lightbringer after she had bailed on their training, leaving Celica to withstand their mother alone. Not that it was a problem, of course. She dominated every foe she encountered, more so than her fabled brother, Garrick. She believed herself to be unstoppable, the best of Syn's chosen. Celica was a replica of Syn's beauty, though her mother constantly called her a cheap, carbon cop. But Celica knew better.

It was the day she was finally leaving, and neither mother or daughter wasted their breath on farewells. Celica was up and in the air before Syn could usher her daughter away, her wings flaring out in prettily. The heated sun cast a kaleidoscope of colors across her wings as she soared through the air to find a new beginning.

Weeks had passed, and after arduous battles and training, Syn finally declared that she was fit to put herself to good use. Celica was determined to prove to her mother and her father, whom Syn rarely spoke of, that she was the best. The few times Syn had mentioned Jupiter was to claim how much she lacked in common sense, and how she was amazed that the daughter of a librarian didn't know basic battle tactics or care to read about them. It irked her, especially since she didn't know Jupiter was a librarian, let alone if she would ever get to meet him, but one thing she did learn from Syn - other than fighting - was how to keep her trap shut.

Vaguely, she wondered if she should seek out her father - finally learn who he was, but Celica knew it wasn't the correct course of action. Family came second to duty in Syn's eyes, and she would disown her daughter in a heartbeat if she ever found out she had found Jupiter. And as much as Celica would have adored meeting her father, her mother's dismissal was something she never wanted to face.

- Written by MittensTheKitten
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