Chapter 1 – Arcadia

The bus ride through Arcadia’s magically sculpted streets was devoid of potholes, bumps, or any other protrusions. It made it easy to lay my head against the window as we rolled through the megacity, and the fact I had the seat to myself also helped considerably. The only real interruptions to my attempts at resting were the constant clamor of my classmates’ talking and laughing, the slow, rolling stops and starts of the bus as we pushed through traffic, and the occasional tight turn.

Still, looking out the window, I was reminded of how beautiful the megacity was. The towering buildings were all sleek curves of a futuristic architecture that somehow captured grace and majesty while still being functional. Even the sunlight curved off the metal and glass buildings in gentle, shining waves instead of the harsh glare normal skyscrapers reflected. Outside of the city center, Arcadia’s districts had more natural buildings that conformed to the various cultures making up the city, but here, it was the future made reality.

I sighed to myself. Sometimes, it was easy to forget I was literally living in a city crafted with magitech, the fusion of magic and technology the alien Zenith had gifted to humanity’s chosen.

“Hey, shrimp,” a voice suddenly appeared next to me. “How come you get a seat all to yourself?”

My breath caught as my stomach tightened painfully. I opened my eyes and slowly turned to my left, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in my chest. The American girl next to me had perfectly curled blond hair flowing down to her shoulders. Her Japanese-style high school uniform was identical to mine, an onyx blazer with silver trim covering most of her white button-up blouse. The skirt matched the blazer, thin silvery lines forming a checkered pattern. Around her neck, a blue bow marked her as being a first year high school student like me.

As far as looks went, she was a natural beauty. Her generous curves combined with the perfect smoothness of her face, driving most of the guys in class crazy for her. Even her viridian eyes had a vibrant brightness to them. In all, Katie Bennet was the perfect American beauty.

If only she weren’t such a bitch.

An eyebrow raised after a moment, putting a dangerous edge to her otherwise soft and perfect face. “What, you just going to stare, cyclops?” she snickered. “Didn’t realize you were a mute now.”

My hand instinctively went up to the medical-styled eyepatch over my right eye, and although my mouth opened slightly, I couldn’t seem to find any words. A lopsided smile stretched across her face at the motion, and I hurriedly lowered my arm back to my side.

“Aw, don’t be embarrassed,” she laughed. “It looks better like that. Besides, cyclops is a much better name than crazy eyes.”

My cheeks burned faintly, but I ignored the sensation and looked down at my hands, forcing them flat against my lap. I could feel my heart beginning to beat faster, so I tried to focus on regulating my breathing. In, and out. Slow, and steady. No anxiety, just peace.

“Oi, Mai-chan, I asked you a question,” she poked my arm hard, the familiar honorific dripping with sarcasm. “Why is it you of all people get a seat alone?”

I shrugged, not entirely trusting my voice to work. If it weren’t for last week, I would have been at least able to say something neutral and hopefully get her to leave me alone. Now, though, I was reduced to meek passivity, trying my best not to set her off.

Again.

“Whatever,” Katie finally scoffed, eyes trailing over me. “So long as you don’t think avoiding me is going to get you out of our promise. We’re best friends now, aren’t we?”

The very thought of nodding made bile rise in my throat, so instead I just turned to look at her slightly, hoping that was enough of an acknowledgement. Her smirk returned, and her hand moved to brush back some of my unkempt black hair, fingers teasing one of the loops of my eyepatch resting behind my ear. I almost slapped her hand away at the invasive touch, but I forced myself to remain still, my teeth clenched together painfully.

She smirked with smug satisfaction, gave my ear a light flick, and then finally removed her hand.

“So long as you remember.”

She stood up and quickly scooted back to her own seat a few aisles ahead. Quickly, I readjusted the two loops behind my ears, making sure the patch was on firmly. Then I brushed my bangs back into place so my right eye was mostly hidden again. My nerves were screaming at me, and I couldn’t keep my hands from shaking slightly. I tried to return my thoughts to the city, but the moment was ruined.

Standing up to Katie’s constant bullying a few weeks ago had been a mistake. I should have realized she had too much pride to simply back off, especially when I had told her off in front of her cronies. Katie had only taken it as a direct challenge to her status, and she had been quick to retaliate. Now, she had all the leverage, leaving me desperately trying to figure out another plan. Until then, I would just keep pretending to be terrified into submissiveness.

Feeling my heart still racing, I closed my eye and forced myself to slow my breathing.

Pretending. I’m just pretending, I lied to myself.

It wasn’t much longer before the bus stopped inside a parking garage, and our teacher, Mr. Toujou, stood up. He was young, his dark hair pulled back into a ponytail that revealed his handsome features. His glasses and crisp, slightly messy suit gave him a scholarly look while still remaining casual. Combined with his youth and passionate rambles, I knew that at least half the girls in class had a crush on him to some degree.

I remained ambivalent. While I liked his teaching style and how he mostly left me alone… I also hated how he seemed oblivious to things. Things that might make him poke his nose in my business, but-

“Alright, everyone, listen up!” he shouted above the clamor. “Remember, you’re representing Sakura High during this field trip. I expect you all to be on your best behavior! Furthermore, do not forget to meet up with everyone at the end of each hour! We’ll be going through the mall floor by floor, working our way down. Do not go ahead under any circumstances, understood?”

A chorus of various forms of “yes” and at least one “no” echoed out. Mr. Toujou seemed mostly pleased and started the process of excusing people starting at the front of the bus. I stood up, grabbing my half-filled backpack from under the seat and putting it on while I waited my turn in the seat furthest back. The bus cleared out fairly quickly, everyone excited to be able to go shopping at one of the biggest malls in the city as a field trip.

I probably would have been too if I had any money.

Mr. Toujou barely spared me a second glance as he gestured for me to get up, turning to leave himself. I followed behind him, pausing only to give a slight bow and murmured thanks to our bus driver, an older Korean man with a grandfatherly visage. He returned my thanks with a smile and nod, and I quickly hurried out into the dim light of the parking garage.

My classmates had already separated into their respective friend groups, chatting to each other excitedly as Mr. Toujou and the two parents who volunteered to chaperone our little excursion did a quick headcount. Considering how short I was, it was probably a good thing nobody was standing close by.

“Alright everyone,” Mr. Toujou said. “We’re on the third level right now. The other classes should be at the other parking garages working their way to the middle of the mall as well. Now go! Have fun, and be safe! Try to stick in groups of at least two if you can.”

Almost everyone was already on the move on the word “go,” and I was no exception. I followed the rest of the class to one of the sliding glass doors that opened for the mass of thirty-two students, leading into a long hallway and another set of doors. On the other side of those, the mall opened up. I walked in quickly, took a quick right followed by a left at the next intersection, and tried not to slow down my hurried walking pace even as my eyes bulged at the sights I was seeing.

The interior was a combination of white, gunmetal gray, and onyx black materials, all smooth and exceptionally shiny. What wasn’t made of solid color was created out of rippling glass that reminded me of water. It felt more like walking into a futuristic museum than a mall.

Rows of storefronts spiraled out around me, offering an amalgamation of things from clothes to electronics to books. Sculptures and carefully tended plants gave life to the area, and even though I was barely into the mall, there were already dozens of people moving about or lounging on benches near greenery.

And the water features. There were fountains, of course, but the biggest thing was the constantly flowing water. All along the floor there were thin rivulets of water running under portions of the ground, outlining the various pathways. On storefront walls, water trickled from the ceiling along glass tubes and joined the various floor rivers. In some areas, the various rills joined together and bubbled up into small ponds uncovered and open to the air.

It was less of a mall and more of a sci-fi garden that happened to be built around stores. I had seen pictures of the mall before, but visiting in person was… something else entirely. Forcing myself to continue walking, I grabbed my phone from my blazer pocket, unlocked it, and took a quick look at the map I had pulled up earlier. At first glance, the various stores made an almost impossible mandala of the floorplan, but just looking at the major pathways made the area look much more manageable.

Still, it was a labyrinth of a design, and I was happy I researched the place ahead of time.

I kept my head down as I worked my way to the center, where the food courts were. A covert glance behind me assured me my quick turns had eluded Katie or anyone else who might have wanted to follow me. I would have to keep my eye out for our school uniform, but considering all four classes of my grade were wandering the level, the odds of Katie finding me among the crowds seemed low.

Sudden shrill laughter broke my concentration, causing me to stumble. Looking up from my phone, I saw two women in casual jeans and sweaters standing near a storefront.

“Oh my god, you would totally be so cute,” one said to the other, giving a small push.

“Oh, stop it!” the other responded, giggling as she grabbed her friend and pulled her away.

They left, revealing a tall, rectangular mirror surrounded by a small moat of uncovered water. It stood near the wall of a clothing store I didn’t recognize, and next to the mirror was a cardboard cutout of an adorable looking girl. She had on a frilly pink and white dress in the style of a fairy, gossamer butterfly wings extending from her back. Excessive amounts of ribbons, hearts, and lace adorned the dress, knee high boots, and pristine gloves the color of snow. The girl’s hair was a matching pink, and the pupils of her eyes were in the shape of two lines that curved to make the outline of a heart without touching in the middle.

I recognized the image of the girl, of course. It was Hope Fairy, the number one ranked Magical Girl in the entire world. The cutout of her had her arm extended, her signature wand with a pink flower on its tip pointed at the mirror. There were numerous Magical Girl posters, cutouts, and advertisements throughout the city, but I’d never seen one that looked quite like this before. Intrigued, I approached the mirror, now making out the words on a speech bubble poking from the cutout’s head.

“Wonder what you would look like as a Magical Guardian? Tap the mirror to find out!”

Magical Guardian, of course, was the proper term for what they were. After all, more than just girls were chosen by the Zenith. Still, only guys tended to be called “Guardians,” though some of the girls who went for more esoteric archetypes in their costumes and powers preferred that term as well.

Feeling more curious, I walked over to the mirror. I figured it must have been one of those smart glass mirrors that took your reflection and simulated clothes on top of it. From what I’d heard, they were pretty advanced pieces of magitech, rendering a full three-dimensional reflection, but it wasn’t too surprising to see one here considering this was such a big mall in Arcadia, a city literally made of magitech.

As I got closer to the mirror, I saw a blinking circle in the middle of the glass. Above the circle in pink letters were words that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Would you like to make a contract?”

Something about the words felt… sinister. Maybe it was just the shows I had recently been introduced to where becoming a Magical Girl always came with a price. In reality, I’d heard the contract was simply a promise on the MG’s behalf to fight against the Anathema wherever they may appear. It wasn’t some trick or monkey’s paw, just an oath to use their newly granted powers to protect and help others.

At least, as far as I knew.

I stood in front of the mirror for a moment longer before I reached out a hand to touch the button. I’d never really considered the possibility of becoming one before. After all, everyone knew it was pretty much a lottery who ended up being chosen. Not to mention the idea of fighting literal creatures constructed of nightmares and profaned mythos was… well, I didn’t consider myself especially brave, and I had no illusions of what fighting such monsters would be like.

Still, the mirror was a fairly advanced piece of magitech, and I was curious to see what kind of clothes it would put on me. I looked up from the button into the mirror and froze, finger hovering over just before touching it as my blood chilled.

The girl in the mirror wore the same school uniform as Katie plus some opaque black tights, but that was where the resemblance ended. The clothes fit snugly around her, accentuating her complete lack of curves. Combined with her short and skinny stature, she looked more like a younger girl cosplaying as a high schooler.

Her hair was an inky black, going slightly past her chin in length. The girl’s right eye was covered by a medical-styled eyepatch, mostly obscured by the long bangs swept over it. Her left eye was a bright azure blue, shining with an unnatural, vibrant gleam that marked her as manaborn. The vividness of her eye color gave a stark contrast to everything else about the little girl.

My throat felt suddenly tight.

I hadn’t exactly been avoiding mirrors… unless I had been subconsciously? It wasn’t that I absolutely hated how I looked or anything. In fact, the uniform scaled down to such a tiny body not even five feet tall did look cute. The problem wasn’t how I looked so much as it just was…

Me. The reminder of the things it didn’t show but still reflected. The hint of gauntness in the cheeks, the opaque black tights that did nothing to conceal stick figure legs, how tight the blazer was wrapped around to fit properly, the dark circle forming under one eye… It dredged up darker things, things I didn’t want to think about. It was the memories hinted at but not shown that made the bottom of my stomach drop out.

I stared at my reflection a bit longer. Then I took a deep breath and pulled my finger away. This was stupid. Fantasizing about things would get me nowhere. Why play dress up when it was hard enough just trying to make it through every day.

I turned to go, but as I did, I had the sudden, intense feeling of someone watching me. It felt more visceral than any gaze I’d ever felt before, enough to make my skin prickle. Instead of continuing my turn, I looked back into the mirror, searching for whoever was leering at me.

In the corner of the mirror, the reflection showed a small hedge behind me. Sitting on top of it was an odd, undulating blotch of shadows the size of a small animal. I squinted at the mirror, trying to make out the weird form, and as I did, two pure red eyes opened up, shining like droplets of blood. I let out a gasp, twirling around.

Nothing. Nothing stood on top of the hedge. My heart beating in my throat, I slowly looked back into the mirror, but the shadowy form was gone. Cold sweat formed on my spine as I shivered. I looked around, but the people walking by and sitting on benches seemed blissfully unaware. I licked my dry lips and forced myself to start walking, pulling out my phone to look at the mall’s map again.

It was probably nothing. Just stress, anxiety, and lack of sleep. Yeah. How many hours did I get last night? Two? I must be more tired than I thought.

Rubbing at my uncovered eye, I forced myself to dispel the apparition. Maybe it was even part of the mirror, like a trick or something? That would actually make more sense. It was probably some sort of easter egg they put in, a reference that I just wasn’t recognizing.

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I let out a soft chuckle to myself, shaking my head as the thought helped me calm down. Between magic and magitech, there were dozens of weird phenomena around the city. Holograms with reactive AIs, force fields used for a myriad of things, and even Magical Girls themselves jumping onto rooftops or running by in blurs of motion that outsped cars were all fairly common occurrences.

No need to get worked up over something so small as a strange reflection.

It took me another few minutes to make my way to the food court. It was more or less a ring of stores surrounding a picturesque garden that belonged outside of a Victorian mansion. Waist-high hedges made alcoves where benches and tables were stationed, painted with vine and moss motifs that made them blend into the environment. A large fountain was placed in the very middle of the courtyard with dozens of the covered rivulets leading to and from it. A statue of a fairy stood in the fountain, its outstretched palms pouring water down around it.

As I made my way to the fountain, I started looking around. A few students had already made their way to the food court, taking more straightforward paths than I had, but none matched who I was looking for. To pass the time, I looked back down at my phone and checked my messages. Finding no new texts, I bit my lip softly.

Had something come up? Maybe one of her friends dragged her off somewhere? No, she wouldn’t ditch me… would she?

“Mai-Mai!” a sudden voice behind me lilted cheerfully. Fingers pinched into the sides of my stomach, and a squeak of surprise escaped me as I whirled around.

Lily Parker stood there, a triumphant grin on her face. She had on the same uniform as me, but her blazer was tied around her waist. As one of the best members of the track team, she was built with lean, defined muscle that only enhanced her casual beauty. Slender and modestly curved, she carried herself with a confidence I envied. Her sunflower blond hair was in its regular ponytail, but it was her mischievous sky blue eyes I was fixed on.

“Hmm, it wasn’t quite a squeal of surprise, but it’ll do for now,” she raised a hand to her chin thoughtfully. “Although, maybe there’s some other places I could pinch to get the proper reaction…”

“Lily!” I glared half-heartedly at the Australian girl as I blushed.

She laughed and then wrapped her arm around my shoulder, pulling me along with her.

“Kidding, kidding… mostly. Anyway, I’m starving. Let’s go get something to eat. Burgers sound good? It’s my shout, yeah?”

I grumbled beneath my breath, trying to ignore the sudden clawing pang of hunger that went through my stomach. Thankfully, the ambient noise of the fountain covered any noise it might have made. I disentangled myself from her and started pulling off my backpack to get out my wallet.

“Just a large fry for me,” I tried to say with a nonchalant shrug. “I’m not that hungry.”

“Aw, don’t be like that!” Lily groaned. “You’re going to make me feel like a glutton if you don’t at least have a burger! And I said it was on me! Come on, Mai, let me spoil you once in a while.”

I gave a tight smile and shake of my head in response, extracting two of my seven dollars and handing it over mournfully. I could have bought two entire loaves of white bread for the same cost, but I couldn’t just buy nothing without being rude.

Lily rolled her eyes at me as she took my money with a sigh.

“Alright, alright, fine. Why don’t you find us a table, and I’ll pick up the food for us.”

I gave a quick nod, and she left, weaving into a particularly thick crowd of people to a fast-food spot. A quick look around revealed a smaller table with two stools, and I quickly claimed it, setting my backpack down next to me. While I settled in to wait, I let my fingers trace the moss and vine patterns on the table, marveling at the details on them as my mind wandered.

Lily was from one of the other classes in my grade, and she was easily the nicest person I knew. Of all the students in our school, she was the only one who was outright friendly to me. She was more or less a star in whatever sport she was participating in, making her incredibly popular. So popular, even Katie mostly left her alone outside the occasional barbed comment. Even then, it barely seemed to faze Lily’s bubbly personality.

I wasn’t quite sure why Lily hung out with me or how it even all started. Besides a brief encounter after school where I gave her a can of juice I had been saving, we hadn’t really had any real contact. Then, the next day at lunch, she had suddenly barged into our class, pulled a desk next to mine, and started talking to me like we were childhood friends.