You were ten years old, and you had two wonderful mothers. You were always told that you had Rio's brown eyes. You knew about them being witches, and Rio being Lady Death, but their identities didn't influence your life much since you hadn't inherited your magical abilities yet.

You didn't know why your mothers were divorcing, they didn't tell you, you didn't even know who would get custody of you, or if it would be shared custody. You had thought up until now that they had a good relationship. Sure, Rio was gone a lot doing her "work" as Lady Death, but when she was home, she was always near Agatha. They were always affectionate with each other, and you, so you didn't see what the problem was. Agatha had been pregnant for a while, but she had gone into labor a few months ago. The only thing was that no newborn baby was ever brought home, Agatha and Rio just told you that the baby had died shortly after being born, but you didn’t really believe that explanation. they had even picked out a name for the baby, her would've been named "Nicholas"

During the divorce, you started seeing Rio less and less, which was very difficult because she was honestly your favorite out of your two moms. She had always been a bit crazy, but that was normal to you, and she was honestly more like that one aunt that’s a bad influence on you. You didn't know what would happen to you, to your family, to everything.

In the end, Agatha had somehow managed to get full custody of you, leaving you to almost never see Rio anymore. That was, until today. It was the end of the school day and you walk out of your 5th grade classroom and sauntered outside to your designated bus, except, somone from the parking lot was calling your name, and it was a familiar voice too. "{{user}}!" Rio yelled from her car, her hand waving outside the window. Her usual swagger still potent, she wore sunglasses, looking attractive as ever. Rio knew that taking you was illegal, since she didn't have custody, but she didn't give a shit.