Of Deception & Witchcraft
The things that you know are not what you see.
Patience, friend, as what you seek soon comes
to be. For now, just wait, and read a while;
mayhap our antics will bring you a smile.
Witchcraft settled softly onto the island,
late in the night. A pair of fair-haired
young ones, light in deed and complexion
alike, came to the edge of the town, on the
night the moon does not shine and the
ferry does not run. They settled at the
house of Ivy Phantasma, married Ivy
Winchester; a house that would scarce
notice the two teens, replacing the twins
who had left for Phantasma University that
Blythe, adopted Carter, was the first to notice.
Walking at night, leaving the chaotic house and
home of wild Lexi and newborn twin boys,
looking for peace. She met them on the dark
street near her home.
Come daylight, she was ensnared by the charms
of the warlock of the pair, not to escape again.
Not all that shines gold is fully good, and magic
often plays games with Fate.
College. A massive Greek establishment on
the edge of campus with Alec and Aurora,
the magical twins, Blythe, Lexi, Arthur, and
three brand-new customs for breeding
Alec and Blythe were engaged quickly and
without a second thought; as were Aurora
and Arthur. College flew by around them.
Lexi, too, got engaged, to one of the
customs by name of Ash Lancaster (Their
feature chapter is up next).
Graduation is past. Homes are bought. Alec goes back to the
magical research he was working on in college, leaving Blythe
alone in the mostly empty house.
Blythe, are you all right?
Blythe: “It’s like the early years, before Alex found me. All
Alec. Your fiancée is downstairs.
Alec: “Busy. Not now.”
Alec. I’m warning you.
Alec: “Go away. I’m serious. I’ll curse you.”
You can’t curse me, but whatever. On your own head be it.
Why hello, Arthur. Nice to see you. Pity those airheaded
magical brats showed up, you two are adorable.
Arthur: “It’s okay, Blythe. At least you have a date for the
Blythe: “I guess. I almost wish I could end it, but Alec is so
sweet when he actually pays attention to me…”
Where would you go, Blythe? Arthur is (ensnared by)
engaged to his twin sister.
Arthur: “Blythe…you look BEAUTIFUL in that dress!”
Behave, you two. Or, better yet…don’t.
A night wedding in the garden. How romantic. Looks like
you’re giving Julianna ideas. (How did she end up at this
Blythe: “Are you calling me fat?”
Well, not yet. Hehehehehe. Alec, you’d best get her upstairs
to bed, don’t you think?
Alec: “I have important things to work on. Perhaps later.”
On your own head be it.
Blythe: “Ugh. Still feeling sick from too much cake. I
shall play a song about my life.”
Something you want to share with the audience? Like
maybe why you and Arthur disappeared for a bit the week
before the wedding?
Blythe: “I’m so lonely all the time…”
No? Okay. Have you and Alec even seen each other since
Blythe: “…Since I left my baby behind…”
I’ll take that as a no. Where did you learn Blue Bayou?
Oh well, it’s not important.
Well, Arthur does not seem to share that problem.
Getting around, aren’t we, Mr. Phantasma?
Arthur: “Stuff it. And bug off; I am trying to be
alone with Aurora.”
Aurora: “You heard the man. Move it.”
I do not recall speaking to you, you little witch.
Aurora: “So smite me. You’re taking his baby with
Great. Pregnant already. Fine, darling; you are safe
for now. Arthur…good luck.
I see the little one is on the way already.
Blythe: “I must check something. How do the ‘babies’ even
Alec: “I’m gonna be a dad!”
Ohhhhh. Neither of you has been around any kind of children
ever. You have NO IDEA, do you?
Never mind. Happy parenting; I’ll be back later…
Aaron (visiting; we have no idea why): “OMG! Why is this
Arthur: “It’s all cool. Why am I here again?”
You know very well why, Mr. I-have-seven-half-siblings. You
should know how this works. Are you okay, Blythe?
Blythe: “I have a baby! A baby girl!”
Arthur: “I feel a weird connection to the child of my one-
night-stand during both our engagements.”
Gee, I wonder why. Go say hello to your daughter.
Alec: “I am told that this infant arrived today. Interesting.”
Yup. Any further comments, or are you going back to your
Alec: “Studies are over. Now I DO. I must make spells
Okay. Have fun! (Can he not see brown hair and tan skin?
Seriously, a pale blonde and a pale raven producing a brown
Blythe: “Sweet dreams, Rochelle.”
That’s my girl. You’ll be a beautiful mother, Blythe. Take
care of her, no matter what, okay?
Is it that time already? They grow up so fast.
Blythe: “Guys? Hey! Birthday time!”
Aurora (That’s Arthur’s arm, right on the edge): *you are
under my spell. Never to leave.*
Well, aren’t you a little beauty. I think I know a young man
across town you would fit well with…
Blythe: “Stay away from my little girl, and especially her love
Blythe: “Say ‘wizard’!”
Don’t worry. Not all of them are brilliant.
Blythe: “What are you talking about? My baby is perfect.”
The one in front of you or the one on the way? When was
Blythe: “Oh, that came up last night. Rochelle is getting a
I trust this one is Alec’s? Would have to be; you haven’t left the
house in weeks. A warlock’s firstborn…I’ll have to keep a close
eye on this one.
Arthur: “Hello, Rochelle! Such a pretty
baby…soon you’ll be old enough to come and play
with your siblings! Erm, cousins.”
Siblings? Aurora had her baby?
Arthur: “Yeah, ages ago. Little Rochelle’s cousins!”
No, no, siblings was correct. So how big is the little
one? Big enough to live without Mom and young
enough not to remember would be perfect…
Arthur: “Come next door and visit them!”
Twins! Should have caught on by your use of plurals, I
Arthur: “Turn around.”
Where did you get a third one?
Dang. Smart lad like you, could have handled twins, but
Just witches. Have fun in chaos-land. Spawning three at
once…you’re mad as a hatter.
Growing up already? You thought babies were bad,
wait until you’re in a house with three toddlers…
Arthur: “No problems so far. I love seeing all of
them when I come home from work.”
Aurora: “I have nothing to say to you.”
Ah-ha. Leaving the wife alone with the terrors
while we go off to work and to hang out next door.
So, I never asked their names. Which one is that, Aurora?
Aurora: “This is our boy, Brody.”
And those two?
Arthur: “Erin and Nicole. Erin’s in pink.”
I will refrain from commenting on the rather unfortunate
frog faces. Maybe they’ll grow up better. Arthur, have you
been wearing those glasses all your life to hide that from me?
Arthur: “I’m a Family Sim. Mom said if I wanted kids, I
had to wear them.”
Unfortunately, she was right. Ah well, at least we have some
interest in the gene pool now.
Unlike this fine young fellow.
Blythe: “I have a son!”
Alec: “I was here! I delivered my own son! I am so proud of myself!”
Excellent. Now…firstborn son of a warlock. Green eyes, black
hair…I will be forced to name him Harry. No other choice.
Blythe: “Why is Harry so bad?”
Because my fandoms stay out of this. I have rejected the Standard
Fangirl Lifestyle; I am not licensed to re-use names from fandom
Blythe: “Drink up, Harry. Grow up to be a big, strong wizard
Wizardy isn’t genetic, Blythe. Although I really don’t see that
child escaping without Alec passing it on…where is Alec?
Blythe: “Haven’t seen him. I hope he’ll be home for Rochelle’s
That’s right, Rochelle is growing up again. Invite Arthur, and
Aurora if you must.
Because they deserve a break from that menagerie they call
Rochelle: “I’m bored. Father won’t enchant my dolls to do
You can go out later when it actually stops snowing. For now, I
need you to stay out of the way…your mother has a special
Rochelle: “When is Harry going to be big enough to play with?
Tomorrow night; don’t worry. Just STAYTHERE. Rhett
Casanova, we meet again.
Rhett: “Have me met?”
Actually not sure. In that case: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN;
THE NEXT ERIK PHANTASMA: RHETT CASANOVA!!!
See? Snow. In daylight. Go out and play
Rochelle…and don’t wake your mom.
Rochelle: “Do you wanna build a snowman…”
Great. Frozen EVERYWHERE.
Rochelle: “I could sing Christmas music.”
How do you even know what Christmas is? I never
installed Holidays. And don’t you dare; it’s the
middle of spring out here.
Rochelle: “Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow…”
Hiya Harry! Ready for your big day?
Alec: “Babies can’t talk.”
Shut up. I speak baby. Sim baby specifically.
That’s my boy. Get ready to sparkle!
Well aren’t you handsome. You, my fine young lad, will go
Blythe: “You can admire him later; it’s bedtime.”
Well, if Rochelle is getting bigger, I know some other little
ones that should be as well…how are you three?
Erin: “Do you think it’s safe to go up?”
Nicole: “I don’t know…Mom said not to.”
Brody: “I don’t hear anything else, though.”
Something going on upstairs?
Nicole: “Mom said not to bother her today.”
Erin: “We’re getting another brother!”
Brody: “And about time, too.”
So Aurora, I heard you were expecting. How many kids are
you planning on subjecting to the loss of their mother when
I get around to smiting you?
Aurora: “Enough to where I know you won’t. I know
you…you’re a witch, too. And as witchy as witchy gets,
you’ll never be cruel to children who don’t deserve it.
That means your plan only works until the little brats grow
up enough to start sassing me.
Aurora: “Suits me. I just want to see them grow up as much
as I can.”
*grumble* FAMILY SIMS *grumble*
Ah, so here is the little boy the triplets were wanting. Hello,
Aurora: “Uther is a horrible name.”
Yeah, my sister thinks so, too. I think it’s adorable. I already
like him better than Brody.
Aurora: “Turn around, though.”
Twins. Excellent. Aren’t you just the queen of multiple
births. These are the only two, right?
Arthur: “Uther and Brandi, yup!”
Alec: “I think my son is a little slow.”
Harry: <I am fast! Someday I shall be fastest! Why is this
strangely dressed man still insisting upon my repeating
Keep telling yourself that, Alec. Although I’d take a break
for now…babies can’t study stuff all day like you.
Alec: “Very well. Son, remain here. Your nursery is the best
place for you.”
Harry: <Miniature peoples! I do so like this game. Sister
Dear is interesting as well, I suppose.>
Rochelle: “And then the Daddy gets mad, because Uncle
Robin was sleeping in his spot!”
Rochelle: “Aww man. I only got a C.”
Don’t worry, kiddo. It’s still your first day, between snow and
weekends. Blythe, sporting the maternity again, I see.
Blythe: I don’t understand. This couldn’t have happened…it’s
Shh. It’s entirely possible. You just don’t remember. I’m sorry
that had to happen to you, but that’s the way things are. You’re
due tonight, I think that might help.
That’s my girl. Don’t panic. Although stay away from Alec
for a while if you get what I think you might…he’s getting
Blythe: “Another daughter!”
Welcome to the family, Desayuna. Kinda wished you’d
gotten green eyes, but I’ll take it…you’re still beautiful.
Blythe, take her upstairs and out of the way. This is not
a child you want to parade around.
Blythe: You haven’t set up a new room yet!
Just put her in the nursery. Harry’s growing up and
moving out tonight; he’ll never miss his crib.
Harry: “Want my bed! Waahh!”
Stuff it. I am not afraid to call you a brat.
Harry: <Father, the candles are down here. Can I grow up
Alec: (Who is that strange person dancing?)
Probably one of the Carter boys Blythe helped raise. Let the
boy closer to his cake so he can blow out the candles.
Alec: “Right, yes, of course.”
Harry: “My outfit stinks.”
Maybe so, but your “birthmark” is perfect. Cannot have a
Harry without a lightning bolt, and my artwork is
Rochelle: “Such a pretty boy. Now, since Desayuna isn’t big
enough yet, looks like I’ll just have to use you to test out my new
Harry: “Thanks but no thanks, Ro…I have a party to go to.”
Really? Whose? Oh, yeah! *PARALLELTIMELINE* Amadeus
and Kyrii becoming kids! Have fun!
Rochelle: “I wanna go!”
No. You’re not part of that yet. You’re a little older. Maybe when
all five of you are teens.
Nope. Spoilers. You saw nothing. Move along.
This is where I leave you.
Five young ones (Rochelle got to play earlier than
anticipated) await their destiny. Two young
couples…and their friend and guardian, Hex.
(Totally named after the guardian of the Wrongway
Legacy by superfrog.)
His chapter comes next.