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Chaos Jula smiled. “Alright. Let’s begin.”
November 15, 2025 at 5:02 PM
For as long as she could remember, she’d wanted to be the best at everything she could. She had worked and strived and studied until she’d achieved everything she’d fixated on. This would not break her record.
November 15, 2025 at 4:47 PM
Chaos Jula shook her head slowly. “You may think so—they always do.”

“None of them were 𝘮𝘦,” Jula growled.
November 15, 2025 at 4:36 PM
“I will come at you with everything I have,” Chaos Jula warned, tone even. She wasn’t angry or excited—more resigned to their fate, just as Jula was.

“I know,” Jula said calmly.
November 15, 2025 at 4:17 PM
“To duel for dominance,” Jula said. Chaos Jula stood no more than a few feet away now, still smiling, still entirely relaxed.

Jula understood—she didn’t feel 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 of this version of herself. Even knowing the stakes, she was at ease.
November 15, 2025 at 4:03 PM
Chaos Jula nodded once. “But now you know,” she drawled as she came closer, something like approval in her gaze when she saw that Jula wasn’t backing away. “And now we stand face to face.”
November 15, 2025 at 4:02 PM
“Welcome, Jula,” she called, the picture of cordiality, spreading her arms as she greeted her. “I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time.”

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Jula called back. “Had no idea you existed.”
November 15, 2025 at 3:43 PM
Chaos Jula, as Ginessa had called her, looked exactly like Jula except in her coloring. Her hair was white, her eyes the purple of the magic Jula had always known. But they were brighter—more alive. More 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤.
November 15, 2025 at 3:17 PM
Aside from her, at least.

Both versions.
November 15, 2025 at 3:00 PM
It was beautiful.

But somehow so lonely. So vast yet so empty.
November 15, 2025 at 2:45 PM
She couldn’t seem to get her bearings from there. But when the feeling of being carried stopped, she heard the disturbance of water beneath her. Opened her eyes and beheld a sky of stars and galaxies.
November 15, 2025 at 2:30 PM
Jula meant to answer, but when she closed her eyes, it was as if she’d been picked up and placed on a cloud. A cloud riding a gentle breeze, carrying Jula beyond where she would have usually succumbed to her dreams, past any sort of consciousness she’d ever known.
November 15, 2025 at 2:15 PM
“Close your eyes and relax,” Ginessa instructed. “I’ll do the rest. And good luck, Jula.”
November 15, 2025 at 2:01 PM
Jula really wanted to throw up, but instead, she nodded. There was no way around it, clearly.

“Let’s do it.”
November 14, 2025 at 6:35 PM
Jula scrunched her nose. “Fatal?”

“Maybe,” the Mistress of Fate said apologetically. “Usually. So long as I am here, even if you lose, I can stop it from killing you.”
November 14, 2025 at 6:20 PM
“It will lure Jula into a duel for control on its own if we leave it,” Ginessa agreed grimly. “If it does that when I’m not here and I can’t get here fast enough, the consequences will be…dire.”
November 14, 2025 at 6:02 PM
“Why are you guys talking like this has to happen right now?” Neo asked, his unease clear. “Give it a couple days—practice dueling at least—”

“The longer we give the magic to live in Jula, the more of an advantage it has,” Larissa said.
November 14, 2025 at 5:55 PM
“While that is true,” Larissa said tightly, “just as the chaos magic is new to you, you are new to it. It doesn’t know you.”

“Use that to your advantage,” Circe ordered. “Your magic belongs to you. Not you to it.”
November 14, 2025 at 5:54 PM
“But…Chaos me knows the magic better than I do,” Jula thought aloud, glancing to her mother and her aunt. They were the end all be all of magic as Jula knew it. Everything she knew, they’d taught her.
November 14, 2025 at 5:15 PM
Neo looked like he was seconds from throwing up when Jula glanced at him. But even still, he said, “I know what your magic means to you. You’re too stubborn to let it be taken from you.”
November 14, 2025 at 5:01 PM
“How often does the witch lose in these situations?” Jula asked Ginessa when she was finished explaining.

“It’s…about eighty-twenty,” Ginessa said reluctantly. “With the magic being on the winning side.”
November 14, 2025 at 4:46 PM
Now that the chaos was here, Jula’s old magic had been consumed. Absorbed. If Ginessa had to yank the chaos away from her to keep it from eating Jula alive, the rest would come with it.

Jula didn’t know if she could live with that.
November 14, 2025 at 4:32 PM
If Jula won the battle, the magic was hers. It would obey and she could learn to use it.

If Jula lost…

She’d be left with nothing. No magic, be it chaos or regular.
November 14, 2025 at 4:18 PM
Thus was the trial of a chaos witch—the way to claim the power dancing just beyond Jula’s fingertips.

It wasn’t enough to be born to it. Chosen by it. Jula had to prove she was capable. Worthy.
November 14, 2025 at 4:05 PM
Ginessa sighed out a laugh. “Between you and your power. Jula and Chaos Jula, if you will.”
November 13, 2025 at 7:01 PM