They Are Just Like Me

Two Sims, who are similar in what they had in common, bodily, but yet so very different in many ways. The one thing or rather three things they had in common were what bonded them together, both in their friendship and in their love. It was; their strange bodies, their magic; - both are Spellcasters, - and the third, the magic of their love! Producing a miracle in their lives. Both thought they could never have.

The Mystery That Is Morgyn Ember

Sipping on their second cup of Healthy Green tea almost finished it, they let out a soft groan, not uncommon for them; all the others were all used to it, by now, the types of groans and or moans they let out, at times. Although it at times was a bit disconcerting, but it was quite usual for them, they found. Very rarely, was it actual pain and or discomfort, groan or moan, as most times like it was now, it was more mental, but it could also just be frustrations. Today it was something far different; it was more of a sad, unhappy moan of painful remembrance. Shaking their head, they tried to forget the past. It was in the past, but the past can also still hurt and haunt you. Green eyes shimmered at the brink of tears letting out a different type of moan this time, and with it, another headshake. "Sigh, ohh, unh, uh-mmn, sigh, ohh."

"Sweetness?" It was more of a term of familiarity; he was a kind soul anyhow, just like his predecessor was. So it was a term of friendly endearment, not a thing of love, well, not the romantic kind, but yes love, the platonic kind, of a parent to child, when he called them that. "Are you okay? Are you in pain, do you maybe need to see someone about it? That sounds so painful, whatever it is." Morgyn's green eyes grew wide and showed fear, making Simeon grow more concerned something was wrong with Morgyn.

See someone, as in a doctor, even the word 'doctor,' in their head, frightened them. So quickly replied to dismiss it and or any concern that they should seek medical help. In fact, the whole reason Morgyn drank Healthy Green Tea was to be and stay healthy, as it was known to have some curative properties aside from the tea elevating one's mood and is tasty to boot, win-win. So anything Morgyn could do or found to try to stay away from the doctor, far away, Morgyn did. So reassuring Simeon, "No, it's not anything physical. Not this time." Though the tea was supposed to help with their mood in making them feel happy and most mornings, it did make them very happy. Yet Morgyn's mind and mostly their heart ached, it was just sadness, one mixed with a deep unmet yearning with it. Making them wish it was just physical pain, something that they could probably put up with, and or treat, and quickly, without seeing a doctor. Though far from free from enduring some kind of physical pain on a semi-regular basis, it seemed they had it on off, on an undeterminable schedule. It had started back a few months ago before they had first stepped into this magical realm. Now it came on more often. But at least they knew it, all about it, that kind of pain, and where it was located in their body; as it was always located in the same spots, inside the hips, to deep inside of their back; and what to do about it, if it ever came. It was nothing harmful, though not feeling too well when it happened, drank a lot of tea, to feel better. As for the pain, although their stomach area to those areas did hurt on-off at times, after weeks of no pain, but it usually left on its own accord, and it was so sporadic when and if it did happen to Morgyn. After all, it only came on a few times, maybe for a few days at a time, but it only happened, rarely every few weeks to months, sometimes several apart, without that odd pain. So it was quite rare, it really actually hurt, but it was something they had learned to cope with. With what their friend had suggested using after asking in concern why they had been moaning like they were, with an obvious question.

"Oh, is it the tea; is it too hot for you, did you burn yourself?"

"Nah, it's just fine. This pot of tea turned out really good today. It's a good thing you got the second cup, or I would have had all 3 cups. No, if anything, it's not hot enough for me, but I can always do this," pointing a finger to the mug, let out a minute burst of Inferniate into the mug of tea, causing the liquid to boil slightly and steam. Sipping away at the now hotter beverage smiles, "Ah, now it's just perfect, mmm, ah, nice and hot just the way I like it."

"Then something seems to be just bothering you, if not that then what is it, do you know, why you were groaning again?"

"Hmm-uhh-mmm, uh-hmm," groaning again, trying to push hard past it and not let it eat away at them. Leaving it as ambiguous as they are, answered with, "Mental pain."

Sure, Morgyn smiled quite a lot, but rarely did Morgyn laugh, and he seemed to think, at least at times, it was not genuinely, and joyfully, those rare times that Morgyn did laugh. He shook his head, wishing and hoping to see their friend at least be truly happy. Wishing there was some sort of tickle spell, one could learn to cast on Morgyn to hear them laughing. Only rarely did they, and he see their friend really smile and laugh. Well, even then, Simeon wouldn't also call it a genuine laugh, more like a chuckle, and not a long hard one, just a quiet light one, let alone joyfully. The only rare times that he Simeon remembers Morgyn, actually laughing, was when he found or rather caught them in the library away off in some sort of crazy adventure with a good book. Now hoping that it could easily be fixed, asked, "Hmm, so do you need some aspirin?"

"No, it's not that kind of mental pain, thanks, though, all the same."

"Is there anything I can try to do to help you, to feel better, or cheer you up, or anything that I can say to you, or do for you to try to make you feel better, anything at all? I hate seeing you like this, Morgyn, it just breaks my heart.

Sipping and quickly finishing their tea, and genuinely smiling at Simeon's loving concern and care. It reminded Morgyn of their parents, which flushed over them with melancholy, mixing with the sad feelings they already felt and making their heartache, a bit more deepened. "I do really appreciate the concern, but it's nothing you can help me with, not even with magic. I just sometimes get a little moody and sad some days. I'm sorry, but you wouldn't understand it; I couldn't explain it to you even if I tried. It's just something I've learned to come to terms with and deal with, by surrounding myself with people who love and care about me."

"I'm here for you if you do need me, whenever, we all are, and we all do love you."

The Untamed Magic Sage nodded and bit back their tears as they walked off to get some fresh air, and, more importantly, right now, get some solitude, outside and away from the others, or at least Simeon. Morgyn sigh moans again, as seemingly accepting as other Sages are, still even then, Morgyn had always felt all alone. It didn't help that they weren't able to answer the obvious question they all had asked. Morgyn just couldn't do that.

The Sages had seemed to accept the fact that I had been born different; at least that's what I had hinted at when I was asked what I am. It was all I could do for an answer to that question and were accepting of what answer I gave them. What am I, you ask? I couldn't give them a real proper answer, because I honestly don't know myself. I was, am, still just an anomaly of nature, a mistake, and an abomination. So no one could or would understand or know the kind of pain I had gone through in my young or earlier life. I reminisce as I take a walk, remembering the day I came here.

I had been pretty unhappy, but I was so delighted when I did find the portal to this wondrous place. Not that I was looking for it, if anything, this place seemed to magically, ha, ha, find me. Little did I know it was exactly what I needed and what they needed too. I had been a teenager and nearing changing into my young adult stage in life when I stumbled by happenstance, upon the portal to this wondrous place, and had been soon transformed into a Spellcaster. Yes, I was the odd one out here, born a normal, well as normal as I am, human, a mortal I mean, and was changed into a Spellcaster. It was even foretold one would come to bridge the gap, not being conformed to either worlds, by way of their birth. So, yes, I suppose that does fit me, and therefore, I was seen as the bridge to connect this world to the normal human society. I, in fact, was the one that forged a new path, one not known about when I started learning magic here, the helpmate of taming the chaos, to come, the helpmate to tame the chaos. Huh, that is so not me if anything I make it, literally. No, I wasn't born a Spellcaster like all the others here. All had been normal, up until that time, well, as normal as my two wonderful loving and accepting parents would make it for me, their special child.

But not even my parents could protect me, an anomaly of nature and therefore a vulnerable and special child, from school, specifically in middle and in high school; grade school was fine, especially kindergarten. Up until then, I had been living a sheltered life, as best they and I could do it, and handle it. To protect me, from those questions, from other people. They were doing it all out of love, and I do adore them for it. For keeping me away from the bad things of this world, and in nurturing me in my personality. So that my mind and character could fully shine, bringing forth all my potential that I have inside of me. Without any sort of encumbrance from other people. So then, I could finally decide for myself what I am; what I'm to be, as far as my identity of sex or gender goes. That part, well, I still have not yet come to that conclusion, as of yet. I'll let you know if I ever do. The other stuff, however, I had long since figured out.

Some days I chose to be female and other days a male, some days both. Whatever I decided on, that day, or week, or month, or months at a time, my parents gleefully accepted it, and me, and rejoiced as I explored my gender identity and answered all of my curious questions, as best they could explain and show me. Even my attempts at trying to master peeing standing up like my dad. Yeah, maybe I'll tell you how that went some other time, ha, ha.

Hard to believe it, if you knew me, that I was quite a shy child. I would hardly dare to talk to anyone outside my family. But then again, being a Bookworm, I still can be that way, from time to time, just wanting and needing some time to myself, to get lost, away in a good book. I am also a mutable star sign, so that fits me quite well, with the changes I went through. Now because of my parents, I am a social person; I am quite Outgoing and a people person! I can talk your ear off, and when I am all done with that ear, I will gladly do the same to the other one! Smirking and with a slight giggle at the thought in their head, let out a quiet laugh, no one, but they heard. Then the sadness came rushing back as they remised of the dark and horrid past. As wonderful as my parents are, sometimes no one can prepare you for the real world, and all the pain you will have to suffer for it, for being so different.

Sure, everyone usually does experience it in one way or another in varying degrees, but no one ever would want to endure it, the coming out of what they are, a he, or a she, "Damn it! That's the big problem! Now, what am I? Now I do not even know what to call myself anymore." Sighing, well, only one thing in this situation would do it, or be right, a name, my name, will do. There was also one other thing I learned how to do, and served as a warning for all those fools that had to learn the hard way, to stay well away from me when it does happen. I had only done it a handful of times, namely, while changed into a Spellcaster, and at least a few more times after that. Couldn't tell you, as I hardly remember, considering since almost every time it does happen, I'm in such a fury of untamed emotions, at the time, and had probably blacked out; apparently, I had done some damage and caused a lot of fear. It was also how I discovered the new magic. Yes, I am a unique one, all right. I felt it coming, and what I had to do, to warn them, with my scream therapy! "Aaaahhaaaa‼! I am Morgyn Ember, Sage of the Untamed Magic, and I don't think I will ever find anyone who could ever even start to understand what I have been through in my life, not ever‼"

Crying now and sniffling hopped onto their trusty broom and flew off to go to the Dueling Area. Someplace hopefully abandoned right now, or it would be shorty, everyone knew by now, or at least was warned, to stay far away from me when I got into a bad mood like this! I have to be all alone to take all the incoming untamed and uninhibited rage that I feel building up inside out on something. Or take it out on someone! If they are stupid enough to dare try to come near me when I am like this, they would then be in for the duel of their life and most likely be on their back and backside when I had got through with them! I had my demons to face, and practicing my magic was usually now my new form of healing and getting all that anger and rage, I feel bottling up inside of me, out, in a safe, constructive manner of course. My therapists all told me; the same thing, to never bottle up my emotions; that it's unhealthy, and it would lead to nothing but trouble. My parents would say that to me, too, and help me breathe through it and walk me through what I was feeling, to feel validated in how I felt. Even if I had no idea what I was feeling, at least they made all of those confusing feelings I had, validated so that I could feel accepted in feeling whatever they were. Still, I get so confused. No one got it, and no one understands me. I don't get me at times.

"Some so-called friends I had. They sure showed their true colors. Get over yourself, Morgyn, no big deal they said, so you are gay, or a lesbian, or uh, a bisexual. Yeah," zapping a rock with a bolt of electricity, making it crackle off the rock I blasted! "Pfffft, oh, I am so over that fact, of what to call myself, besides a bisexual, since it was the only thing, to call, myself, since I do like both, especially considering." Looking around, I mumble to myself some more and start to cry bitterly. "Yes, being bisexual, sure, was one thing, and is easily, accepted, especially nowadays," shooting off a fireball, then electricity, again, from my wand, on random targets including the sky and the ground, as I let it all out, "though still ridiculed by some. It's all completely normal nowadays and accepted," I mock away, finding more things to shoot at with my wand, with my energy and my anger as well as frustration and hurt I need to drain out of my body and system while crying out now in a torrent of emotions. "What am I, you ask? Sniff, I'll tell you. Some days, well, I do want to wear dresses, wear makeup, and look like a girl. But sometimes, I just want to wear pants and look as much like a guy as I can. Some days, I just can't decide that, and I just go with some lip-gloss and my eyeliner on those days, as it brings out my beautiful green eyes. As for clothes, I like this outfit the best. Especially on those days."