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𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒓...

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑤𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑖𝑛 2026 🦋
They stared at each other, smiling stupidly. It had been a month; Elle had missed most of their summer vacation after her mom had insisted on tutoring in The Realm, eager for Elle to gain more control over her magic.
Without another word, she crossed the room and flung herself into Austin’s arms.
January 29, 2026 at 6:11 PM
She glanced over her shoulder, seemingly pleased with her creation. “Maybe summer school wasn’t all bad…”

“They don’t teach you how to knock in The Realm? Thirty seconds earlier, you woulda teleported in on me gettin’ changed.”

“𝘜𝘨𝘩,” she cringed with a shudder, her nose wrinkling. “Gross.”
January 29, 2026 at 6:01 PM
The sparks glimmered and danced, reflecting on a curtain of jet black hair. The girl straightened, readjusting her skirt with a wicked grin on her face.

𝘌𝘭𝘭𝘦.

“Miss me?”

“That’s new,” he smirked, nodding at the vanishing portal. He didn’t need to answer her question. She knew he’d missed her.
January 29, 2026 at 5:55 PM
He wasn’t imagining it.

The sparks were rearranging themselves into a perfect frame around a black circle. No, not black. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. A total absence of light, unsettlingly out of place on what had been an ordinary summer’s day.

At least the person stepping through the void was more familiar.
January 29, 2026 at 5:47 PM
Magic skittered across his skin; every hair on his arm standing on end as if he was dangerously close to a current of electricity. The air itself seemed to be rushing away, sucked into the corner of the room.
He flinched as a deafening 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠 rang in his ears, followed by a shower of lilac sparks.
January 29, 2026 at 5:37 PM
There was no point arguing, and if anything, Austin was relieved that he’d gotten away relatively lightly. He skipped up the stairs two at a time, burst into his dark, stuffy bedroom, yanked open the drawers and threw on the first shirt he–

Something was wrong.
January 29, 2026 at 5:30 PM
“He’s banned y’all from his store,” Teddy said. “An’ all three of you are gonna write an apology letter.”

“Technically, we weren’t in the–” Austin began, faltering when he saw his dad’s face. “A letter. Got it.”

Teddy sighed wearily. “Get changed. Wear somethin’ with a collar.”
January 29, 2026 at 5:15 PM
Teddy’s frosty glare turned to Kit. “Were you?”

“𝘕𝘰!” Kit insisted, genuinely hurt by the question. “He jus’ don’t like me cos I’m from StrangerVille.”

Teddy grumbled, exasperated by how much he related. He’d been on the receiving end of those accusations at Kit’s age, albeit they were often true.
January 29, 2026 at 5:10 PM
“𝘌𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯,” Teddy growled, his irate stare fixed on his son. The other boys shrank back, desperate to avoid getting caught in the crossfire. “I can’t wait to hear why y’all thought harassin’ an old man was a good idea.”

“He’s an asshole,” Austin muttered. “He said Kit was stealin’.”
January 29, 2026 at 5:05 PM
“It's your birthday. How mad can he be?”

Very mad, if the expression on Teddy’s face was anything to go by. He stood on the porch waiting for the boys to arrive, arms crossed, shoulders tense, radiating fury. Austin wanted nothing more than to turn and run.
January 29, 2026 at 5:00 PM
The Hazelwood Legacy finally has a new heir, and he's not afraid of causing a little chaos.

Thank you for reading tonight! I'll be back with another update on Thursday. I think someone might be in a bit of trouble...
January 27, 2026 at 7:06 PM
Immediately, his stomach sank, and the sweat on the back of his neck turned cold in spite of the blazing sunshine. He stopped dead in his tracks as he glanced hesitantly at the screen.

Missed calls, texts from his mom and sisters, and there at the top of the list…

His dad.

“Aww, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬.”
January 27, 2026 at 7:00 PM
Their nerves dissipating as quickly as they’d set in, the boys descended into their usual antics, teasing, laughing, and trying to trip one another.
Austin had all but forgotten the store owners’ threat and barely noticed the phone buzzing frantically in his back pocket...
January 27, 2026 at 6:50 PM
Abandoning their war on Roberto, they listlessly made their way to the coffee shop, tempted by the idea of some shade and an ice-cold milkshake.

The further they got from the store, the more relaxed they felt, doubting there would be any real consequences. Mr Crinkletop was just bluffing.
January 27, 2026 at 6:45 PM
The bravado they’d felt just moments ago melted away like morning mist, and an anxious hush settled over the friends, broken only by the whiny, grungy song playing from Austin’s phone.

“Who gives a shit,” Beau huffed, hoping he sounded less daunted than he felt. “Let’s jus’ go to Lone Star.”
January 27, 2026 at 6:41 PM
“𝘏𝘈𝘡𝘌𝘓𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘋!” he bellowed. “𝘑𝘶𝘴’ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 ‘𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 ‘𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴!”

With that, Roberto turned on his heel and stormed away, slamming the door behind him so fiercely, the windows rattled.

The boys stared after him.

“You don’t think he’ll actually tell your dad, do ya?” Kit mumbled.
January 27, 2026 at 6:36 PM
Almost knocked off balance by Kit, Roberto shook his head in disbelief, seething at the behaviour of the unruly boys. He turned to retreat to the safety of his store and very nearly ran straight into the third teen, skating along the sidewalk as he laughed wildly.

Yet another familiar foe.
January 27, 2026 at 6:31 PM
The store owners’ attention turned to Kit, who was accelerating towards him, his dark eyes flashing with mischief.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯!” Roberto spat, bracing himself for a collision with the boy on the skateboard.

At the last moment, Kit pivoted, laughing wildly as he skated circles around the old man.
January 27, 2026 at 6:25 PM
As Beau zoomed past perilously close, Roberto reached for him, hoping to grab an arm, a sleeve, anything that could slow the boy down.
Beau swerved, the furious man’s fingertips grazing his forearm but not stopping him. He cackled, glancing over his shoulder as he sped away.
January 27, 2026 at 6:20 PM
Not even the cicadas could drown out the commotion occurring outside Bits & Bales; wheels rattling across cobblestones, music blaring tinnily from tiny but powerful cellphone speakers, the raucous laughter of three teenage boys, and above it all, the outraged hollering of Roberto Crinkletop.
January 27, 2026 at 6:15 PM
In downtown New Appaloosa, the midsummer heat was building, radiating off the paved stone roads and red brick buildings, making the air shimmer.
Even the birds sounded lazy, exhausted by the relentless sun beating down on their backs, tired of fighting with the cicadas to make themselves heard.
January 27, 2026 at 6:10 PM
Autumn opened her mouth to respond, no doubt with something scathing about her brother, but seemed to think better of it. She smiled sweetly in the way Teddy knew meant she wanted something.

“One more run?”

They should go home. They were definitely going to be late…

“One more.”
January 27, 2026 at 6:05 PM
“Why not?” Autumn puzzled.

“You seen the time? I ain’t lettin’ the birthday girl be late to her own party.”

“Oh. That.” She screwed up her face, as if she’d tasted something awful. “Don’t see why I gotta share a party with 𝘩𝘪𝘮.”

“Cos you’re twins. ‘Fraid you’re gonna share a birthday forever.”
January 27, 2026 at 6:02 PM
She tutted and pursed her lips in frustration, and Teddy had to fight back the urge to laugh. She looked so much like her mother when she made that face, but he knew better than to tell her that.

“You’ll get there,” he reassured. “You’re too hard on yourself. Keep tryin’. Just… not today.”
January 27, 2026 at 5:55 PM
Teddy whistled and cheered as she completed the course, receiving an eye roll in return. “My left turn sucks,” she moaned.

“You’re overthinkin’ it,” he replied, knowing she could handle the honesty– appreciate it, even. “You’re goin’ into it tellin’ yourself you’re gonna do it badly, so you do.”
January 27, 2026 at 5:50 PM