Myths and Legends

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Groaning in displeasure at the bright light that disrupted the peaceful sleep that the young fire haired colour teenager was enjoying. Begrudgingly, she opened her tired eyes and let go of her cream coloured pillow from a tight embrace to sit up. 

Rubbing her eyes at the feeling of sleep still remaining from her rest, she glanced at her clock to read the time. 

9:23 AM  SUNDAY, AUGUST 23RD

Letting out a sigh as she readied herself for the tasks of the day, she turned her body so her bare feet touched the chill floorboards and began to find her perferred clothing for the day. As she changed her articles of clothing, she repeated her plans for her repetitive days like the one she was about to go through.

'Okay, first run down to breakfast, talk to Chandler, then probably training..'

Once finishing changing, she rushed out of her bedroom, down the red velvet carpeted hallway that had many framed pictured to decorate the chestnut painted walls and quickly stepping down the staircase that resembled those in the clique movie mansions. Upon opening the door that led into the very large kitchen and dinning room, the teen let out a disappointed sigh at the sight of who had beaten her to the room.

"Morning Pheebs." The taller, green haired male greeted as he turned his attention back to the novel in his one hand, while munching on a blueberry jam covered toast from his other.

"Hey Phoebe, nice bedhead, totally suites you." The energetic blue haired boy grinned, and then shoved a folded blueberry pancake into his mouth.

Lightly chuckling, Phoebe made her way to the fridge after greeting them. 

"Morning Seth, hey Pyrce." She smiled, "What did you guys make for breakfast?" She inquired, as she scanned the shelves for the carton of orange juice. 

Before Pryce could finish answering with his mouth still filled with partially chewed pancake, Seth intercepted the responsibility.

"Pancakes and toast. Ursa had left over blueberries from the jam she made the other day."

"Oh nice." Phoebe nodded as she pulled out the carton of orange juice that she had been searching for and made her way to the stool by the island beside Seth.

Suddenly, the white door opened to reveal the pale pink haired twelve year old. 

"You're eating my blueberries without me?!" She pouted and sat beside Pryce at the table.

"I'm enjoying your jam." Seth defended, "But you're brother's the one who's putting all of them into his pancakes."

Ursa then grabbed a pancake off of Pryce's plate, as he was giving Seth an offended shrug gesture, then directing it towards his sister.

"Is my jam good?" Ursa questioned, ignoring her brother.

"The best." Phoebe answered, after dipping her index and middle finger into the mason jar and scooping out some of the jam to taste it.

Ursa grinned pridefully as she folded her pancake and shoved it into her mouth, much like her brother had done moments ago. 

'No doubt they're siblings.' Phoebe and Seth thought, fondly.

Before anymore smalltalk could ensue, a video camera uncoiled from the chandelier above the youngsters and twisted with the mechanical attachment towards them.

"Good morning, children." The voice greeted, in its familiar British accent.

"Morning Chandler." The responded.

"Ooh, what's for breakfast?" Chandler questioned, the camera moving closer to the plate of blueberry pancakes, that were currently a sad stack.

"Blueberry, pancakes!" Ursa exclaimed happily, clearly enjoying them.

"Don't worry, Chandler, I'll bring you down some." Phoebe called to the camera.

"Thank you, Phoebe." The camera looked towards her.

"Aww man," Pryce whined as he leaned the chair on its back legs. "Are we training today? That's why you used the camera."

"Apologies, Pryce, but that's the price you have to pay to better the world when you are reincarnations of mythical creatures." Chandler cooed in a sing song tune.

The kids deadpanned at their guardian's attitude.

Seth stepped down from the stool and shut his book, "I'll grab my swim gear." He muttered and left the room.

"Shiiit, I need to change my vest." Pryce cursed.

"HEY! WATCH YOUR MOUTH YOUNG MAN!" Chandler scolded, the camera getting close to his face.

Pryce pushed it away and dashed to his bedroom to change.

Ursa groaned as she made her way to the cupboard and reached for some liquid Advil. "Gonna need this." She muttered and then began to follow Phoebe out the kitchen.

"At least I can count on you two to be prepared." Chandler sighed and the camera retracted back into it's original spot.