Listen, I don't have an explination, it came to me in a daydream.
The Music Dragons belong to @bluetorchsky
Everett is referred to with They/Them and He/Him pronouns interchangeably.
If it seems a little all over the place, I apologize beforehand.
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Although a typical day around the Toppat Orbital Station, but something felt off to a particular illusionist felt a little adventurous in wondering around the station. This wasn't new for them, but this was the only time Frankie felt off about this adventure. This didn't go unnoticed by his husband, but certainly worried the both of them.
Gherry moved his hands to rest on Frankie's, with Frankie quickly grabbing hold of his husband's hands. A bit of rapid blinking, as well as tight gripping, heavy breathing of bordered panic, it soon calmed down as Frankie moved to make eye contact with Gherry.
"So..?" Gherry questioned, in a whisper as to not overwhelm Frankie as much as possible. It started to worry him with Frankie's silence, before the other shook his head. "This.. It has to play out.. No interfering.. I think..?" Frankie gave a frustrated grunt at this, resting his head on Gherry's chest. "It's.. It's like all of them, but I can't tell which call is the right one.."
The small humming coming from Gherry's chest slowly eased his mind slowly, giving a small sigh. "Well.. Let's let it play out, okay? Maybe it's.. One of those unbelievable scenarios that doesn't actually happen because someone else." He said, getting a nod from Frankie. It's happened before from outside, so why not now?
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... Now, back to our illusionist. Why are they being brought up? Well...
After the small incident with Ila making her way onto the station, somethings got a little.. weird for the ghosts and those who can see ghosts. A strong aura had been going around, a disfigured person. But, what would this have to do with the illusionist?
Everett, the Music Dragon's illusionist, had started on their adventure. Heading around the station, into rooms he hadn't seen before, it felt.. Wonderful. Freeing, even! He got into a new room, glancing around to see that it was pretty dark, a room that wasn't exactly used much any more. Smelting things, buckets and buckets of ammo casings, but mutliple gas tanks had labels on them that read 'DO NOT USE'. Huh, why weren't they in use? Probably something he'd have to ask-
"Well, hello there. I wasn't expecting to see you in here." The voice came off super smooth, words practically rolling off of their tongue. Feminine voice, powerful.. Where was it coming from? Everett glanced to the door, seeing it still locked shut, before looking around a bit more. They backed up just a but, but felt themself bumping into a body.
Turning around quickly, their arms were caught before he could fall, eyes wide as he looked to the person talking to them. "Running off so soon?" The woman asked, her whole aura a deep and hauntingly dark purple. Two pieces of hair framed her face, the rest being hidden behind her head, but by the small bumps, it was in two braids and a bun. And her eyes.. They were so bright.. Inviting.. Oh no..
"I.. I really should be going-" Everett gave a yelp when he felt their arms let go, and rather being grabbed by their shoulders, being twirled a little. "Aww, come on.. You're really gonna leave me here alone? Stay with me, just a little longer.." She trailed her hand up to his jaw, lightly dragging her fingers from the joint to their chin.
"I don't think that's how I raised you." That voice.. That one held much more power behind it. Everett dared a look, turning to spot and much brighter figure behind them, eyes glowing a bright green, and much warmer than the one currently on him.
"Psh! Like you know anything." The dark female spoke, shoving Everett down and away. Before he fell completely to the ground, however, the brighter one caught them from behind, gently setting them down on the ground, before standing in between Everett and this darker figure.
"Hillary. It's time to let go. You've held on for too long, sweetheart, and it's hurting you." The lighter figure spoke, with the darker figure, now named Hillary, gave a scoff and tried to get past the lighter one to Everett. It didn't work, much to Everett's relief. "Like you know any better, mother!"
The lighter figure took this closeness as opportunity, beginning to hum a certain tune. Her voice was so distant, yet so there, and it was clearly distressing Hillary. But, why..?
"Even if you're beyond the grave
A mother's love is not to cave
But thou has hurt the one I love
My precious, sweet, little dove..
Now I lay you down to sleep
For the curse is one that I shall keep
I'm sorry, my daughter, for what has come
But know I am here, even just for some.."
As she spoke, Hillary's distress became less and less, her body going limp in her mother's arm. The dark color moved from her entire being to a shell necklace that the light figure held in her hand, and slowly, the body disappeared from her arms.
She gave a sigh of relief, before turning around and sitting on her knees. Now able to get a closer look: Her hair was short, yet very orange, with a flower behind her ear, and hair being held up by a green headband. She moved her hand to lightly hold Everett's, her eyes holding nothing but concern. "Are you okay, my dear?" She asked, making sure her hold wasn't harsh enough to keep him down.
Everett, albeit a bit shaky, nodded at her question, seeing her smile and a bit of the concern leave her eyes. "That's wonderful.. You might feel a bit better going to that group of yours to try and de-stress and calm down.."
"What.. What was that song..? How did you know it?" Everett asked, moving their hands away from this woman. "Who are you?" He asked, stepping back just a bit. His tense posture soften as feeling her hand lightly cup their cheek, much different than Hillary before, much more softer and caring.. He leaned into it, nuzzling lightly into her hand.
"All in due time, my dear.. Do not freight.." She spoke, leaning close and giving a small kiss to the bridge of their nose, smiling softly. "Just, tell Frankie.." She got close to Everett's ear, whispering something, before pulling back and smiling. "Can you do that for me, please?"
Everett gave a nod, hugging her tightly and giving a 'thank you' to her, before they were off. She gave a smile, sighing afterwards and looking to a seashell necklace in her hand, seeing the angry purple it was, but also seeing a little light shining through the middle. "I wish things were different.." She muttered, tucking the necklace around her neck and dropping it underneath her shirt, before leaving off to Earth.
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"No, I'm telling you! Shane! Back me up here!" Everett was becoming increasingly distraught at not being believed by most of the Music Dragons, but Shane could only shrug. "Dude, I'm sorry, I really don't know what you're talking about.."
"What's going on?" Frankie asked, coming into the same room as the Music Dragon's. This caused Everett to perk up and look to Frankie. "You!! She mentioned YOU!" Much confusion fell over the clan, before Everett stood up and began telling the story again. And while Gherry stayed confused, one glance over to Frankie told him everything: This was the vision from earlier.
"Hold on, you said she mentioned me.. Who and what did she say?" Frankie asked, his arms crossing over his chest.
"That's the thing! When I asked who she was, all she said was 'in due time', but she told me to tell you something? Uh.. It was something along the lines of... 'Sorry for the memory, but may you go on to see the harmony'?"
This got Frankie to think, trying to revisit the vision himself. "Memory... Memory..?" He muttered, his eyes widening and looking to Everett. "And, that dark figure- Her name?"
"It was Mallary, I think? No- Molly? No- Hillary! It was Hillary!" Everett shouted, with Frankie's eyes widening at that, and Everett -well, everyone really- turning worried. "Frankie..?"
"Memory and Harmony.. Memory and Harley.. How..?" Frankie's mind couldn't seem to grasp it, glancing towards the door and just staring for a moment. Everyone kept silent to let him think, with Gherry being the most concerned about him. "So.. You were saved by Memory, who warned you about Harmony, and took out someone named Hillary. With a seashell necklace?"
"I guess so? It all went by fast for me, Hillary caught me off gaurd, and it.. it felt like-"
"You were being taken under control against your will.. Mental Magic. It's a powerful thing.." Frankie said, earning much confusion around this concept. Through all of their years, alive and dead, not once had a few of these members heard of 'Mental Magic'.
"It's.. It's a horrible thing. It's why we tried to help build immunity for Music Magic, as it helps restrict Mental Magic as well.." Frankie gave a sigh. "That doesn't matter- What's important is that you're okay."
Everett nodded quickly at that, rubbing at his wrists a bit. "Yeah- Yeah, I'm okay. I'm okay." They spoke, growing confused of how Frankie knew all of this, but not questioning it. Frankie did look relieved at it, nodding and sighing.
"Good.. Just, keep this experience in pocket for now. All of you. I.. I feel as though this is going to call for a lot more than we think." Frankie said, going to leave out of the room, before spotting a deer in the doorway, staring right at them. "Oh, come on, Ila." Violin spoke, while picking the deer up. He glanced into the room, giving a small wave. "Hey guys. Anything happening?"
"Just- A lot. Hey, Ila? Do you mind giving a 'Thank you' to Memory?" Frankie spoke, with the doe nodding and relaxing from the brief petting she received. "Thank you, Ila.." He then stepped out to get to somewhere quiet, no one following to respect Frankie's privacy.
"What's up with Frankie?"
"Something happened with Everett, another music magic user? None of us are really sure." Shane spoke, with Violin nodding in understanding.
"It's been a long day for all of us. Try to rest your souls, okay?" Violin spoke, which caused a wave of agreement to come across the entire group, as he walked out with Ila trotting beside him, refusing to stay held by him.
Once the two made it to the communications area, Violin did get stunned for a moment by seeing a woman sat on the floor, with Ila approaching and resting beside her. Her hair was orange, eyes green, and she just seemed happy, but also drained of her energy. Violin soon talked with the teleportation manager at the time to get Ila back to Earth, again, before he looked to the two. Why wasn't anyone saying anything about her? Unless..
His question was answered with her using the last bit of her strength to use Ila as a way of transportation to Earth. He did blink a few time in confusion, but felt a weird sense of calm rush over him. He simply nodded to himself, walking out to get some rest after a long day.