My name is Rosalina Singh and I'm an orphan. I was abandoned in an orphanage ruled by a local mob when I was 2 years old. They never quite told me why, since my biological mave quite a hefty sum of money so no records would stay. I know that sihe caretakers would keep me well-fed and with good clothes... For a while. After two years they noticed how my mother didn't e bae, aher my father searched so they stopped g for my well-being. Most of the other kids already hated me at this point so they would point and mock, the little brats. My days from then on were filled with bruises and scolding, the bruises went mostly to pces where they wouldn't be noticed. If not the caretakers would scold the other kids. That was a lesson they learned quickly enough, and since I had been well fed early they didn't care if I ate well at this point. It was... Normal. For me, it was average at best. I could read fairy tails and watch TV in the evenings even, so I could see how everyone else lived their lives. That was my first tact with the world of Magical Girls and their bright and shining world. That was the first time I noticed how...Dull my own world was. A shabby bed ruioys and dirty teddy bears. Looking back at it from an outsider's perspective it really looked awful. But it was the Magi the TV that ged all. You see, the irls imitated their dand poses but ried to imitate their attitude. That was how I decided to try and imitate their cheerful personality and their bright smiles. Even if my world was tainted in gray and bck tones... Maybe if I smiled and acted as brightly as possible then something would ge. Uhat belief, I tinued living my life. Nothing really ged. I smiled while they mocked me. I smiled while they hit me. I smiled while they threw my stuff in the mud uhe rain. I smiled while they took my food and clothes away. Under all of it, the only thing that never ged was my smile. Like that, I perfected my new self. The bright and cheerful girl with a golden smile that would melt your heart. This sted almost three years, then somehow a family stumbled into the orphanage searg firl to adopt. They had just lost their only daughter and wanted a new oo raise. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn't give a kid to someone like that right? Well, this wasn't a normal orphanage, so I was sold to them as their new child. The family was okay even and lucky enough most of the clothes their deceased child used fit me well enough. Funnily enough, the kid also loved magical girls. So my current love for them was eveer. The only thing that ged for me was that I didn't get hit anymore and I could eat to my fill. Like this, I spent the rest of my childhood and most of my early teen years. Until one day in school, they tried testing us to see if we were apts for either Herical Training. And lo and behold. I had an affinity fibsp;Most of the girls in my 'Friend group' shrieked like they were going to be the new magical girls. And of course, I was the ohat shrieked the hardest and in the lower possible tone achievable for mankind. To be ho at this point that was the real magibsp;My worldview was still gray, and the girls that were my friends only made me think the world was darker than be days. How they insult someone on their bae day and then cry a river with them the ? Girl, you engihat situation, why are y too? I was happy enough to leave that school and searched with my adoptive parents for a school. They wao seo the biggest and more popur school of magick they found in some weird castle in Engnd. But... To be ho I didn't want to live in the mountains in an old church. So when I found the MPI... Well, the prospect of finding a school that taught not only magic but to powered people (And the prospect of knowing a future vilin) was enough for me to e here. Also, the rumors I fabricated about the top magical girl taking an i in this school helped. That was a hard part of it, had to engi well enough that the rumor came to my parents from outside sources so they would accept. Now after a teary-eyed goodbye in a party with all my 'Friends' and aeary-eyed dispy oation I was good to start my new life! The part was harder to remember si some point I was standing in a clearing surrounded by other students. Somehow in my new uniform and with a pamphlet in hand. Also, I was emptying my stoma the floor with everyone else, at least we were far enough that no one else got in anyone's way. The bright side of this was that the tents of my stomach (And everyone else) dissipated like magic after we finished. Some students were like me w how they got here while others just were stoic (Or pretending to be). After a few minutes, I found out how we got here since a new girl showed up after a magic circle popped ienear an open spot. Then...It all ged. The person? That doesn't do justice. The being? Too broad of a word. The Goddess? Eh, close enough. The goddess that showed up was different from everyone else. With her, a new wave of students popped ience. She was so different from everyone else. Uhe others (And us) that came with her, she didy her stomach for one. She didn't even bother to read the pamphlet either, choosing to tuck away the pamphlet into one of her pockets. She just was standing there, a quick gaze of her azure eyes to her surroundings was all she did. She didn't judge or mocked those that were emptying their stomachs like I was just a sed ago. She didn't evehose fake pitying gazes nor pretend they weren't there. She aowledged them and walked away to give them spabsp;She walked like a princess...No like a Queen and found ay spot to wait for the o happen. Soon enough the world started to gain color with her at the ter of it. The heart in my chest that never bothered to move was suddenly pounding and even though my stomach should be empty... I could feel something on it trying to escape and go to her side. I could uand the description of poets those annoying girls liked to read. Her body looked as if it was sculpted by the gods themselves, her clothes spoke of perfe and bance. We all were wearing the same uniform but somehow she looked better. Her hair which had the appearance of someohat just woke up didn't diminish her looks. It just gave her the appearance of someone approachable, trasting with how much care she took in her looks. Her perfect face had just the right amount of a smile f on her face. And I know about smiles, all my life ent perfeg the right one for the right occasion. But that smile... That goddammed smile... So before knowing what I was doing, I found myself he goddess. And she was... So normal, so approachable... SO CUTE. She spoke to me like normal, and I found myself smiling for real for the first time in my life. She didn't pity me when I spoke of being adopted, she didn't even flinch when I grabbed her hand. So after praying to the gods of magick for the first time in my life...I found a blessing, for I was sharing a room with her! Well, an apartment, but it's almost the same! That day I couldn't sleep. The thought of Elizabeth sleeping iher room kept me awake all night. So when I found her in a pool of blood I was scared beyond belief. SHE COULDN'T DIE! The thought of it was enough that almost as if she had do before she raised a hand in the dire of the blonde and a magical circle came into being that stabilized her breathing. Later on, she was questioned about who casted high-tier healing oient without authorization. Of course, I didn't admit to a thing! Who would believe a student on her first day in school could cast such a thing. So when Elizabeth woke up and said she should study healing magick it was a surprise! She was indeed a goddess! How could she know if not because of her diviage! But she had to be sure... So when Elizabeth returo their apartment (DAFFDASDFLKASD)...So wheuro her apartment, I was stalking. Making sure she was fine, not just peeking at her adorable face while she was sleeping! And most importantly. I wasn't almost caught when she woke up earlier! ... Also I didn't go into the bathroom to peek at her naked... I went in because she was taking too long and I worried for her! Truly! That I got a peek at her perfect figure that the uniform doesn't do justice was just a nice side note! Either way, I digress on this. The school was nid the csses nicer. But since Elizabeth had powered csses besides magical ones I couldn't be with her all day. Sin csses were different. I got extra magical ones for theory while she studied powered stuff. Apparently, Elizabeth had previous knowledge of magid so she didn't he extra csses. Truly a being beyond the mortal uanding. And now you might be w. Rossie, what does this even have anything to do with your speebsp;Well you see, the first thi taught in magic was about the Soulscape. The refle of the soul. They always say that. And the magical girls ierview always say that magies from the soul. So wheried to dive into the soulscape in css what I found was... Iing. I thought I would find a wastend or a monoe world. Instead, I found my room. Not the room at my adoptive parents. Not the vague memory of a room I have of the earliest memories of when I was a baby. No. The room in the orphahat I got while they thought my Biological Mother would return. The old bed and chest of toys. And a picture, a picture of my biological parents with their faces torn away. This was my soulscape. A tiny room shrouded in darkness, a single window in the room that showcased a deep void. And a door that wouldn't open. On the desk was my old diary open up and showing a plex set of inscriptions and a fading magic circle, the same ohat showed up when Elizabeth was dying on her bed. Somehow I could uand the tents but wouldn't be able to reproduce it. I knew I couldn't reproduce it right now. At the bottom was a sie that said: "My st gift to you, might it serve you well". And in the wardrobe a single dress. A pink oh heart motifs, it was the ideal dress for a magical girl, it even came with earrings and all. So of course I put it on and posed in front of the mirror. After doing so the door finally made a clig noise and it was wide open, and oside was the and my goddess, my new best friend, and the person that brought color to my world. Elizabeth Starbright. After returning from the soulscape I found myself in the same dress that I had put on and Elizabeth in one dress that... It didn't suit her, it looked ni her, but darker colors didn't suit her at all! Of course, I kept that opinion to myself and plimented her. She looked quite well with dark colors and the gold ats just brought her regal aura more. But it wasn't the right tone for her. The css went on and on, and I think the teacher wao chastise us for succeeding on the first try? I don't know. She did dispel our transformation. I think someone else succeeded too? But I wasn't paying attention. It wasn't relevant. The important thing was that I had something in on with Elizabeth! Later on, we carried on with the day and spent time in the library. I was too busy studying the books so when Elizabeth went away to meditate I didn't put too much thought into it. I wanted success, and if she was going to go for a darker thematic...I would o find how to alter my outfit to pliment hers... Maybe a white tone? I would love to dye my hair, but si is pink... Darker colors don't match me. Altering appearance is also high-tier magic, so it was beyond my uanding... Ugh..... In the end, I only found notes about how to slowly tweak your perception in the soulscape to alter the outfit. So with heavy steps, I went to meditate and try to alter the outfit. Imagine my surprise when Elizabeth had pletely altered her outfit! In front of my goddess roje of herself sitting in the same position even! Only, the refle had shorter hair, her face was somehow more cute-ish and her eyes had the whole os on them! Her darker outfit was nid all (And her eyes had stars on them!) but this one... This one erfebsp;It was all I wanted for her outfit, cute blue pastel tones, and nice decorations and it was simple enough that it brought together her body lines quite well. Sadly, after a few seds, the proje disappeared and fused with her body. I think the gods took pity on me and brought me at this exact point. Either way, she did her meditation so maybe she was building herself a few spells? It didn't matter either way... I o meditate and build (Or edit) my outfit too! So without any fanfare, I id my body in the fiest position achievable for mankind. I put my head on Elizabeth's blessed thighs! What? It was fy, if you disagree go a dirt! And it worked quite well sier looking at her beautiful fad closing my eyes with that image I was ba my soulscape. Only it was...Different? Somehow it was more... Bright? The void that was on my window now had a few stars dotting the sky. Raining warmth light in the room. And my diary now had a couple of pens near it, oh a heart motif and another oh a star motif. The diary with a pi was on the desk and my outfit was in the wardrobe. A sewing box he wardrobe and my whole focus is to rebuild the outfit to match the blue pastel of Elizabeth's outfit. I would match her outfit and brihe love and attention she deserves. The whole world would be at her feet either in adoration or in supplications. That I swear.