Astralyth Online

Chapter 57 – The Need for Control

Madelyn and Sarah walked side by side, their pace unhurried as they made their way to school. The streets were damp from the previous night’s storm, the air fresh and cool. As they reached the halfway point, Sarah suddenly reached out and intertwined her hand with Madelyn's.

Madelyn’s cheeks flushed immediately, her breath catching in her throat. She didn’t pull back, though. Instead, she allowed herself to enjoy the warmth of Sarah’s hand in hers, even as her heart pounded in her chest. If her fox ears and tail weren’t hidden by her Human Disguise, they’d be twitching and wagging like crazy.

“Is this okay?” Sarah asked, glancing at her with a small, playful smile.

Madelyn nodded quickly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah, it’s… fine.”

Sarah grinned, her steps becoming even lighter. “Good,” she said simply, giving Madelyn’s hand a gentle squeeze.

As they continued walking, Madelyn’s thoughts began to wander. The comfort of Sarah’s hand in hers helped ease her growing anxiety for school, but a small pang of guilt tugged at her. “I feel bad about leaving Lyra behind,” she admitted softly, glancing at Sarah. “She’s probably still asleep, but I didn’t even check on her this morning. She used so much of her energy last night…”

Sarah’s smile softened, her thumb brushing lightly against Madelyn’s knuckles. “She’ll understand, Maddy. Lyra knows you care about her, and she’d probably tell you not to worry so much. Besides,” she added with a teasing grin, “she’ll get her turn to scold you when we get back.”

Madelyn let out a small laugh. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Still, I should’ve made sure she was okay before we left.”

Sarah bumped her shoulder playfully. “You can make it up to her later. Maybe let her boss you around for a bit—it’s her favorite thing to do anyway.”

Madelyn laughed again, the sound light and genuine this time. “That’s true. She’s surprisingly good at it for someone so small.”

The rest of the walk to school was quiet but comfortable. Madelyn found herself relaxing into Sarah’s presence, the physical connection grounding her in a way she hadn’t realized she needed. By the time they reached the school gates, the fluttering nerves had been replaced with a soft warmth.

James, Lillian, and David were waiting by their usual spot near the entrance, chatting among themselves. When they spotted Madelyn and Sarah approaching, James raised an eyebrow, noticing their joined hands but wisely choosing not to comment.

“Morning, ladies,” James greeted, his usual easygoing grin in place.

“Hey,” Lillian added warmly, her gaze flickering briefly to Madelyn. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” Madelyn replied with a small smile. She and Sarah let go of each other’s hands as they stopped in front of the group, though the faint blush on Madelyn’s cheeks lingered. “We actually wanted to talk to you guys about something.”

David crossed his arms, his expression growing serious. “What’s up?”

Madelyn glanced at Sarah, who gave her an encouraging nod. Taking a deep breath, she began recounting the events of the previous night, from the conversation with her father about Astralyth Corporation to the overwhelming emotions that had led to her transformation.

Before she could delve too far into the details, Lillian leaned forward, her voice soft but full of concern. “Maddy, before we go any further... how are you feeling? After everything that happened last night?”

Madelyn blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the question. She glanced down at her hands, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her sweater. “I… I’m better now,” she admitted, though her voice wavered slightly. “It was a lot—too much, honestly. But Sarah was there… she helped me through it.”

As she continued, the group listened intently. Lillian’s eyes widened at the mention of the missing people, her hands clasping tightly in front of her. David’s brow furrowed in concern, while James’ usual laid-back demeanor shifted to something more focused.

“So Astralyth Corporation is behind the disappearances?” James asked, his tone sharp.

Madelyn nodded. “That’s what my dad’s team has discovered. He thinks they’re connected to… well, everything. Including Aeloria.”

Lillian’s voice was soft but resolute. “That’s awful. But what does it mean for you?”

“It means I’m not allowed to log into the game until they know more,” Madelyn admitted, her ears drooping invisibly. “And… I think you guys should be careful too.”

David nodded thoughtfully. “Makes sense. We’ll have to be smart about this.”

“Agreed,” Lillian said, placing a reassuring hand on Madelyn’s arm. “We’ll do whatever we can to help.”

Madelyn’s heart swelled at their support. Despite the danger and uncertainty, she knew she wasn’t alone—and that made all the difference.

Lyra stirred, her wings twitching slightly as she blinked herself awake. The warm glow that usually emanated from her body was faint, flickering like a dying ember. She groggily sat up, taking in her surroundings.

The room was quiet, and sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting soft patterns on the walls. She noticed that she was nestled on one of the pillows Madelyn had thrown on the floor the night before, makeshift covers draped over her small form. A faint blush crossed her cheeks as she realized she had completely passed out after expending so much energy.

"Great," Lyra muttered to herself, running a tiny hand through her tousled hair. "Some protector I am."

She fluttered her wings experimentally, feeling a bit of resistance at first, but soon the familiar warmth returned to her core. Slowly, she rose into the air, her flight wobbly as she hovered above the pillow. Looking around, she realized the room was empty. Madelyn was gone, as was Sarah.

“Where’d they go?” she wondered aloud, her voice carrying a hint of concern.

Lyra zipped around the room, inspecting every corner as if the answer might be hidden there. The faint scent of Madelyn’s foxkin aura lingered in the air, but it was mixed with another—Sarah’s. That calmed Lyra slightly. If Madelyn was with Sarah, she was probably fine.

Still, the events of the previous night weighed heavily on the tiny fairy. She hadn’t expected Madelyn’s emotional turmoil to manifest in such a powerful and physical way. The transformation into a fox had drained Madelyn, but it had also drained Lyra. She hadn’t realized just how much energy she’d used trying to calm her down.

Lyra sighed, floating toward the window. She peeked out through the glass, catching a glimpse of the world beyond. “Madelyn,” she murmured, her voice soft. “You’re carrying so much, more than anyone should have to. But I’ll help you.”

She turned back to the room, her tiny hands on her hips as she surveyed the chaos from the night before. The crumpled blankets, the disheveled bed, the faint sense of lingering distress—it all told the story of a restless night.

With a determined nod, Lyra flew to the bedside table and perched there, her wings folded neatly behind her. “Alright, first things first,” she said to herself. “When Maddy gets back, she’s getting a proper lecture about asking for help before things spiral out of control and then leaving me alone. And Sarah—” Lyra paused, a sly smile playing on her lips. “—she’s definitely up to something.”

A bit later Lyra floated down the stairs, her wings softly humming in the quiet house. With a flick of her tiny hand, the door to the living room eased open, her magic making the gesture seamless. Inside, she found Emily sitting at the dining table, her laptop open, and a cup of tea steaming beside her. The faint sound of typing filled the room as Emily focused on her screen.

Hovering in the doorway for a moment, Lyra debated her approach. She was still a little annoyed that Madelyn had left her behind without so much as a note, and she figured now might be the time to have a proper talk with Emily. After all, there were things about Madelyn that needed explaining—things Emily might not fully understand.

Lyra cleared her throat—a small, tinkling sound that drew Emily’s attention. The woman glanced up, her expression softening into a smile when she saw the tiny fairy.

“Good morning, Lyra,” Emily said warmly, sitting back in her chair. “You’re finally awake. How are you feeling?”

Lyra floated closer, settling onto the edge of the table with a small huff. “Better, I suppose. Though I’m not exactly thrilled that Madelyn left without waking me up.”

Emily chuckled softly, taking a sip of her tea. “She and Sarah had school. She mentioned you were exhausted and didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Still,” Lyra said, crossing her arms. “She could’ve at least said something. After last night…” She trailed off, her expression shifting from irritation to concern. “There’s a lot going on with her, more than she’s letting on.”

Emily closed her laptop gently, giving Lyra her full attention. “I know,” she said softly. “She told me a bit about her dreams and how overwhelming it’s all been. But I have a feeling there’s more you want to share.”

Lyra nodded, her wings fluttering as she stood. “Madelyn’s emotions, her powers—they’re deeply connected. When she’s overwhelmed, it’s not just a mental or emotional struggle; it affects her physically. That transformation into a fox last night wasn’t random—it was her body reacting to her emotional state. If she doesn’t learn to control it, things could get dangerous, extremely dangerous.”

Emily’s brow furrowed, her hands clasping the mug tightly. “Dangerous how?”

“She could lose herself,” Lyra said bluntly. “Her emotions could take over completely, leaving her trapped in a form she can’t control.”

Emily’s lips pressed into a thin line, worry etched across her face. “How do we help her?”

“For now, keep supporting her like you’ve been doing,” Lyra said gently. “She needs to feel safe, loved, and grounded. And as she learns more about her powers, I’ll be here to guide and teach her.”

Emily nodded, her expression softening. “Thank you, Lyra. You’ve been such a blessing to her—and to us.”

Lyra smiled, her annoyance from earlier fading. “I care about her, too,” she said softly. “More than she probably realizes. We’ll get through this.”

Emily reached out, her finger gently brushing Lyra’s tiny hand. “We will.”

Emily set her mug down with a soft clink, her gaze sharpening as she leaned forward. “Lyra,” she began, her voice steady but filled with curiosity, “besides transforming into a fox, what other powers could Madelyn potentially… unleash?”

Lyra tilted her head, her wings fluttering slightly as she considered the question. “Quite literally anything,” the fairy replied, her voice tinged with a mix of awe and concern. “There isn’t really a limit to a Goddess’s powers. Madelyn’s potential is vast—it’s tied to her emotions, her connection to the world, and her lineage.”

Emily’s eyes widened, her earlier suspicions now solidified. She had always sensed that there was something extraordinary about her daughter’s transformation, but this confirmed it. “She’s… she’s really a Goddess herself,” Emily murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lyra nodded firmly. “After last night, I’m certain of it. The way her magic felt when she transformed—it was overwhelming. Even in her current state, where her powers are undeveloped, it was almost impossible for me to calm her down. And compared to someone like Aeloria, you could describe her magic as a baby’s first steps. But the raw potential… it’s there, Emily. It’s undeniable.”

Emily’s head shot up, her expression shifting from awe to alarm. “Wait,” she said quickly, “that storm last night. Was that… was that her?”

Lyra blinked, her tiny hands resting on her hips. “The storm?”

“They said on the news this morning that it was the strongest storm in sixteen years,” Emily continued, her voice rising slightly. “It came out of nowhere. If what you’re saying about her powers being tied to her emotions is true…”

Lyra’s wings fluttered faster as she connected the dots. “It’s possible,” she admitted. “When she transformed, her magic was out of control. It wasn’t just localized to her—it reached out, affecting everything around her. A storm like that… it would make sense if it was a manifestation of her turmoil.”

Emily leaned back in her chair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The implications were staggering. “If her emotions alone can cause a storm like that… what happens when her powers fully awaken?”

Lyra’s expression turned serious, her usual lighthearted demeanor replaced by a rare gravity. “That’s why it’s so important for her to learn control. Right now, her powers are tied directly to her feelings. If she doesn’t gain mastery over them, the consequences could be… catastrophic.”

Emily swallowed hard, her maternal instincts kicking into overdrive. “Then we have to do everything we can to help her. She can’t carry this alone.”

Lyra gave a small, reassuring smile. “She’s lucky to have you and Jack. With your support—and maybe a little patience—she’ll find her way.”

Emily nodded, her resolve hardening. “We’ll do whatever it takes. She’s our daughter, no matter what. Goddess or not, we’ll help her through this.”

Lyra hovered closer, her tiny hand resting lightly on Emily’s arm. “And I’ll be right here with her, every step of the way. We’ll make sure she’s ready for whatever comes next.”