"Your sister was sent down with the mission of becoming an agent who would excel through the ranks until she reached a position of favor and strength. Obviously, when you're sent down to Earth as a demigod, you don't recall your memories of being a child of a god or goddess. She had to discover who she was, just like how you all are figuring out who you are and that you’re demigods with the potential to ascend to gods when the time is right which is many, many years from now," she explained. "Once she discovered her purpose, she knew what needed to be done to try and slow down those who were in connection with the dark forces fighting to take down any potential individuals who connect with this prophecy. Obviously, it wasn't known until later on that Brianne was a potential. She was thankfully one of those who went ‘under the radar’ and wasn't picked up on. That could be due to the fact Brianne is someone who kept to herself until she arrived at Witchling Academy."
"That would make sense," I admitted while thinking about it. "Wait. Does that mean there's a huge chance that I'm god sisters with the other chosen individuals of this prophecy?"
"Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner," she hummed and clapped her hands. "That's one of the very important aspects that you've just discovered but the Dark Kingdom already knows of."
"They know that we’re demigods and who those potentially destined for the prophecy are?" Finnick asked.
"Not necessarily," she replied. "It's difficult to pinpoint exactly who is destined to fulfill destiny. That's something no one but the girls chosen will understand. They’ll be drawn together on the Universe's accord. As for whether you’re demigods, the higher up individuals of their organization may know who you are and how powerful you are in combat. However, their system is rather flawed and it’s easy to fall between the cracks if they aren't looking."
"That's why when we descend from being gods, we all have different roles to play," Fuwa pointed out. "I could have easily become a student when descending down here, but if I chose that route, that would lead to me trying to be your protector while being a child, which would be counterproductive. I decided to come down as a familiar and became the chasing prize for the Witchling Games during Semester Four."
"But what if I hadn't won that time?" I inquired.
"I knew you'd win so I didn't need to think about what would happen if you didn't." He spoke with confidence as he specifically looked at me. "I’ve watched from above throughout your life, and you escalated tremendously during your first two years at Witchling. There wasn't a need to second guess anything. All I cared about was ensuring you'd be okay and protected by the forces against you. I didn't take into consideration the complicated aspects of being a familiar, but my purpose of descending down here isn't to hold your hand and lead you to a glorious future without hardship. I wanted to make sure you didn't die before your true time in this world. If that means being a familiar, so be it."
Fuwa...
"How do you remember about your god-child past, then?" Jax asked, clearly curious.
"I remember because I placed a spell on myself to ensure those memories wouldn't escape me as a familiar. As a human, there would be no difference. With or without a spell, I'd lose my memories and thus would have failed at trying to catch up age-wise and protect Brianne, seeing as I would have descended far later than her and would have been a one-year-old. Familiars are hosted by their Master's magic. Therefore, I used a spell that would need intense magic to trigger my memories. It's normally a shocking thing to get hit with at once, but I was given enough time to process everything while she continued on with her school life. It was only during that exam that I noticed the foul play involved, but Brianne's a smart cookie and figured it out."
"A smart cookie," I repeated. "Of course I'm smart and sweet."
My boyfriends looked at me with small grins and Fuwa rolled his eyes. With another poof, he was back into his smaller form.
"Gold wings," I commented. "So you were the person I saw."
"Indeed," he replied. "None of you noticed the final trap that was left for you."