3rd Person POV

Ophelia Laurel Domel.

A black-haired, fair-skinned, blue-eyed, rosy-cheeked, freckle-faced being of kindness. She'd grown up in a highly religious and strict home with her 13 other sisters (Her being the youngest of them). They weren't allowed to have male friends, and had to cover up all the way up to their necks. When her oldest sister, Eloise, had expressed that she was wanting to marry a man she had been seeing for a while, their parents objected fiercely. Ophelia was far too scared to stand it. She never spoke up, even when her friend...s... were being hurt.

They hated it so much, but they couldn't do anything about it. When she was old enough to leave, she immediately did. But she didn't really have a place to live, so she just lived in a few homeless shelters, moving from city to city. But that all changed one day.

Ophelia grumbled to herself as she looked through her wallet. She debated what she'd be able to eat that day. Not that she was sure she'd have enough to actually eat that day. She suddenly ran into someone, dropping her coins on the sidewalk. "Hey! Watch it!" She yelled at the woman she'd run into. "S-sorry, Ma'am." The woman said apologetically. Ophelia grumbled, "Yea, yea. Fine." She said, looking up. The woman had long curly blonde hair, creamy fair skin, dark red lips, and a familiar gleam in her green eyes. "Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute. Eloise?" Ophelia gasped, her eyes widening, almost immediately recognizing the woman. "Ophelia?" The woman questioned.

Ophelia immediately embraced her sister. "Oh my God!" She yelled. "Whoa, whoa! Calm down! You're gonna make me go deaf!" Eloise laughed. Ophelia nodded, "I'm so sorry..." She mumbled. "It'll all be ok." The elder promised.

Ophelia soon found out that her sisters had stayed together and founded an orphanage. She immediately recognized her sisters. Cordelia, Diana, Adeline, Elvira, Lavinia, Annalise, Charlotte, Nathalia, Evangeline, Kiara, Jadie, and Ameerah. And with Eloise, Ophelia felt complete. Taking care of children was Ophelia's dream. Being a co-owner of an orphanage, she finally had all she wanted.

She closed the children's book she'd been reading that night to the children. 6 bunk beds lined the walls as the children had been listening to her reading a story to them. She smiled and stood up, placing the book on the nightstand next to the lantern. "Ms. Ophelia? Can you sing?" One of the kids asked. Ophelia smiled, "Well, I think I can." She said. "Sing! Sing! Sing!" The little kid chirped. Ophelia smiled a bit more. "Alright then." She sighed, twirling a black lock in fingers. She sang them a lullaby, her soft voice flowing through the air and letting the melody guide the children to sleep. She covered them with their blankets and kept them snuggled in their beds. Once she finished, she smiled and brushed her skirt off. She saw that one of the beds was empty. She sighed, turning the knob of the lantern to turn it off. She didn't notice that it was still on.

Ophelia walked off to her sisters. Jadie looked over to her younger sister, her blue eyes shimmering softly in the lantern's dim light and her blonde hair falling out of its braids. "Is he out of bed again?" She asked, noticing Ophelia's slightly annoyed expression. "Yea." She sighed. Adeline looked over, "Fela, could you go to the store and get us some groceries?" She asked. "Sure." Ophelia responded, grabbing her jacket and walking out the door with some money.

About an hour later, she came back but completely froze, dropped her bags, and screamed in horror. The flames reflected in her eyes, bursting out the windows, and the screams...

Oh God.

The screams.

They were unbearable.

Ophelia rushed to the door, about to try and help. Do anything. Grab the kids. Find her sisters. ANYTHING!

But she stopped, the flames dangerously close to her face. She backed up in fear, unable to bring herself to run in. She backed up in terror, "I-I... I can't..." She whispered. She watched the only true home she ever knew burn. She kept backing up until a small figure caught her eye. It was a small boy with dark skin and dark hair. A support beam of the house gave way, about the fall on him. She ran to the small child and grabbed him before the flames out get him. Embers caught onto her sleeve and she screamed as it burned. She quickly patted the flames off of her right arm, still holding the young boy in the left crook of her arm. The firefighters soon rushed over and put the flames out. But by then, it was all too late. Ophelia was stiffened in shock as she watched the covered bodies being rushed out of the charred remains of her home. A doctor covered her shoulders with a blanket and began to treat the wound. She just stared at it all in confusion.

'Why do I have a blanket? Am I cold?' She thought, her fingers running through the threads. She looked over to the small boy, whom was watching all the running around and panic. She was trying to not to break down as she watched all she loved go away. Once everything had cleared out, and Ophelia was left with the small boy.

That was just how the Mystic Dimension worked. It was unkind.

She looked at the small boy, who was only about 4. He didn't seem to understand anything that was happening. She carefully walked over to him and picked him up. "I need to find you a home..." She whispered. She walked off to the town, trying find anyone to take him. She saw one house that seemed warm and friendly enough. A teenager walked out of the house, her long reddish-orangish hair draping over her shoulders. Ophelia walked over to her carefully. The teen looked up at her, "Hey?" She said. "Please take him?" She asked in desperation. The teen looked shocked as she saw the small boy in the stranger's arms. "Um, suuuure?" The teen responded, still confused. Ophelia quickly handed the boy to the teen and walked off as fast as she could. The teen looked around, bewildered by what had just happened.

Ophelia didn't know what to do. She had nowhere to go. She wandered off towards the forest, not truly aware of what she was doing. She felt something pulling her, but she didn't quite know what. She suddenly stumbled and looked over to what tripped her. It was a red book with black markings. She looked confused and knelt down. She felt an impulse to touch it. She carefully picked it up, it's leather cover feeling smooth and clean in her grasp. Her fingers grazed over the black markings, her fingernails tracing over the threads of the design. She opened it up, dust blowing in her face. The words were unlike anything she'd ever seen. She didn't understand any of it. She narrowed her eyes and looked at it closely. She saw something she finally understood. "Love or hate. You become what you've been inside..." She mumbled.

Everything felt unsteady all of a suddenly. She stumbled back in confusion as the world tilted. She looked shocked as she saw her hair changed color. The jet black tresses were stripped of their color like a comb going through it. She looked confused, "Wh-what..." She whispered. She dropped the book and ran off, not knowing what she should do.

She made her way to the subways and locked herself in a bathroom. She felt tears spike to her eyes as her breathing became shorter and shorter. She looked up at the mirror and saw her white eyes, seemingly rubbed-red, and white hair matted down with sweat. She suddenly saw a glint in the mirror that shimmered like a star. She stood up and tilted her head. She walked over to the mirror and touched the glint.

The mirror suddenly shattered and the glass fell around her as she covered her face. The sink in front of the mirror shattered as well. She watched as the mirror shards shifted into dark, purple, void-like portals. They came together and swirled in a horrifying display of beauty. She stumbled back, but it's force was like a black hole, sucking her in. She screamed and was thrown in.

She was awoken, confused as she looked around.

The place around was a large land mountains lining it like protection. In front of her were houses that were completely brick, somewhat like adobe houses, rusty green fire escapes lining each. The houses went up to the mountain in front of her, the largest was at the highest elevation. "W-Whoa..." She whispered, standing up. A strong breeze came over her and she stuffed her hands in her pockets. She felt something and took it out. It was a picture of her and her sisters.

They looked happy.

She wasn't.

She looked up at the largest house and sighed. "I guess I don't have anywhere else to go..." She whispered, walking over to it. She opened the door easily and walked in. The house was empty, besides furniture, and it was dark inside. She looked for a light switch, but she couldn't find any. She looked a bit confused, but sighed. "It's not much, but it'll do."

Over time, Ophelia turned the lonely place into a home. She had grabbed some of the shattered glass before, and was able to make it into a portal-like machine. She didn't even want to go back to the Mystic Dimension. She had nothing left there. She would go to different dimensions and buy things to make her house a home. She felt a bit better, and somehow managed to get what she needed, or what she wanted. She always seemed to get along just fine.

But there was always just something empty inside her. She was lonely.

She still never wanted to go back to her home dimension. But she wanted company. She was wandering around the path to the forest, that cut through the houses. She was trying to find some peace of mind and relax. Then, she heard some voices. They seemed scared and confused. She ran over to them and saw one girl. But she swore she heard two voices. She walked closer, sympathy in her heart for the... Being? She didn't quite know, as it looked like a hybrid of sorts.

"Are you looking for a place to stay?" She asked gently. The being snapped their head to her. She smiled sweetly at the being. "Hello there. I'm Ophelia. I'm the only one who lives here." She said. "H-Hello..." A honey sweet voice said, the being closing their white eye. "What's your name, dear?" Ophelia asked. "Well, I'm Gun. And this," she closed her brown eye and opened her white eye, "I'm Bebe." She said, her voice changing to sound like a chilled, satan-like music. Ophelia was shocked. "You're... Two people?" She asked. "Yea. You're just as confused as we are." The chilled voice said. "Well, do you have anywhere to stay?" Ophelia asked. "Yes please..." The first voice whispered gently, the brown eye opening again. The woman smiled sweetly. "Well then, you can stay with me. I've been needing some company." She said, motioning for the being to follow. They went back to the house, with Ophelia had named The Home.

Over time, the children and Ophelia became close, like a family. Gun had slipped once and called Ophelia 'Mama'. The woman took it on, like a name, as the children used it many times. She took care of them, and tried her best to be like a mother to them. The children went off on their own many times, exploring or having adventures. But, they always seemed scared at 8 p.m. to 2 a.m.. One day, after they got back from an adventure, they said they had something to show her. When they showed her, it was revealed they had learned how to separate themselves.

Gun had a wolf-like form with wolf ears and a wolf tail. She had long pastel purple hair with teal fades and half of her bangs pink, with a cowlick that curled in a heart shape. Her eyes were brown with heart pupils, one teal and upside down, and the other seafoam green. Her cheeks were bright and rosey, with little hearts around them. She had slick, black wings, which were surprisingly weak at the slightest harm. She had ram horns, one black, one white. There was lastly a small scar above her wolf-like nose, which she'd cover in an array of colorful band aids.

Bebe was more cat-like, with cat ears and two seafoam green and teal cat tails. She had medium length seafoam green and teal hair, with a bright pink streak. Her eyes were still white with black pupils. She had two pairs of antlers, one pair was black, and one pair was white. She too had black wings, but hers were more more durable. She always wore white ribbons in her hair, and always wore a necklace that look like half of a golden cross, with three white gems.

One day, while the three were wandering outside, something came over to them. It was a dog, St Bernard to be exact, and only about 3 years old. Gun gasped and knelt down to it. "Hey there!" She yipped, petting the dog. She looked up at Ophelia hopefully. "Can we keep her?" She asked eagerly. Ophelia was going to object, but Gun had been needing a little friend to have with her. She sighed, "Alright then, but I'm going to check her out to make sure she's not sick." She said. Gun cheered happily, her wolf tail wagging. They went back home, and luckily the dog was not sick. "She looks like bread." Bebe commented, looking at the dog. Gun gasped, "Perfect!" She yipped. "What is?" Bebe asked in confusion. "I deem thee Bread Loaf!" Gun said, raising her arm above her new dogs head. Said dog licked her hands in response. "You're a weird kid, Gun." Bebe sighed.

Ophelia, or Mama, loved it all regardless. They stayed like a family. To Mama, it was perfect.