Magical Earth Defenders Pt. 1

(This is part one of my take on the magical girl genre. Enjoy!)

Part One: The Light

Margaret Washington stood in front of the mirror. She took the deep breaths she had been taught in yoga class. Her parents would listen this time. They just had to. She was a Washington and therefore she was a born leader. People listened to Washingtons. Besides, Margaret knew she was on the right side of things this time.

She started to make the journey from her bedroom in the East Wing to the study in the West Wing. Along the way, she saw Marcie and her daughter mopping the front hall. Sometimes it felt like the maids were the closest thing she had to friends. She had no siblings and everybody seemed so guarded and selfish at the academy. She waved at the two women and smiled briefly but she kept walking. She was on a mission.

The Washingtons were amazingly rich. If all the math were done, the family probably ranged between the third and sixth-richest family in the city. It all depended on the way various international money markets and the stock market went each day, of course. Margaret knew how powerful all of that money was. That was what Margaret was counting on. Of course, her plans depended on the kindness in the hearts of her parents. She believed it was there because if it was not, then how could Margaret know she had kindness in her own heart?

She peeked into the study and saw her father at his desk. Her mother had the newspaper over on the couch. Her mother was away from her own office for once. Nobody was on the phone or terribly busy and that was a great sign. It was almost like this was fated to be the moment she made her pitch.

“Mom, Dad,” Margaret said. “I need to talk to you about something.”

“What is it, my dear?” Her mother asked. Both of her parents looked up from what they were doing.

“I need to ask you for a favor,” Margaret said. She felt herself starting to shake and she clenched her fist to stop it.

“A favor?” Her father asked. “What can I buy you this time?”

“No, daddy,” Margaret said with a gesture dismissing the idea. “It’s not like that. I want to start a foundation!” She smiled proudly.

“A foundation?” Her father asked. “What do you mean?”

“I want to feed the homeless,” Margaret answered with a smile. “I also want to start some shelters. Maybe one at first but we can open several more later.”

“Where’s your action plan? What returns can we expect?” Her mother asked.

Margaret’s smile faltered. “No returns, Mom. We would actually be helping people.”

“Cupcake, I don’t think our budget allows for that,” Her father said.

“Dad,” Margaret said. “Our budget is bigger than NASA’s. Besides, as soon as we start everything up, everybody will want to jump in and follow our lead.”

“Your father said ‘no’, sweetie,” Her mother said. “I say ‘no’ too.”

“We’re sorry, honey,” Her father said.

Margaret was completely deflated but she nodded dutifully. She was the intelligent, polite, and friendly Washington daughter. “Thank you for listening,” She said. “I will see you at dinner.” With that, she left the room before her parents could say anything else. She made an effort not to look too dejected and she fought back a tear or two. She also made an effort to glide gracefully as she walked instead of stomping or storming like she wanted to.

Here parents meant well but it seemed like they were constantly amassing money for the future of the family without a thought for the future of the world. Margaret just wanted to spread the wealth around. She was already donating most of her allowance to various causes but she dnot have the financial and organizational heft of a foundation at her back. The foundation could have done a lot of good especially if it was backed by her parents’ cunning minds.

Margaret did not remember the whole walk back to her room but she was glad to shut the door behind her. When she was safe inside again she picked up her hair brush. She began to stroke it through her straight, blonde hair that was the envy of many girls at the academy. And yet, she did not brush her hair simply to look good. It was calming to brush her own hair. She had asked to do it herself instead of the nanny at an early age. It made her feel a little more in control of her fate.

“You really want to help, huh?” A soft voice spoke from the bed.

Margaret whipped around fast and raised the brush to strike like you would grip a hatchet. There was only a cat on the bed. Well, it looked like a cat at first glance but it was actually subtly changing shape over and over as Margaret watched. Its fur was purple but even that was not staying stable. It was kind of hard to keep her eyes on the thing but staring was rude anyway. Margaret could only look puzzled, no answer forming in her head.

“What if you could really make a difference?” The cat asked.

“A talking cat!?” Margaret yelped. She immediately felt kind of dumb for stating the obvious. “What are you doing here? What do you want?”

“I want to help you realize your potential,” The cat said. “I have a feeling that your path does not really have to do with money. I think you could help save the world.”

“Save the world?” Margaret asked. “I’m all for it but you’re going to have to explain.” Somehow, the talking cat thing was getting more normal as the conversation proceeded.

“If you really want to help, take this charm and meet me at the address on the attached note,” The cat said. It placed a pretty little charm on the bed.

Before Margaret could think to respond again, the cat leaped through the third story window and left Margaret to contemplate the charm. The charm’s crystal went from green to white.

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2 Responses to “Magical Earth Defenders Pt. 1”

  1. mhsusannematthews Says:

    Nice beginning. I’m interested.

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