A/N : this is just a tiny bit of backstory for Nova <3 A knock at the door woke Nova up. She wrapped the blankets tightly around her tiny 11-year-old body. Diana appeared at the doorway. “Hide, Nova. We’ll deal with this,” She whispered, and Nova quickly hid in her closet. There was yelling and banging. “I want her back! Give me my daughter!” A man was yelling. Nova didn’t recognize the voice, but it still gave her goosebumps. “Nova! Nova!” “Jerik, call the police!” Diana screamed, and Nova heard the phone clattering. Her door was thrown open after a moment, and by the sound, it was thrown off its hinges. “Nova! Nova!” The whispers sounded like screaming in Nova’s ears, and tears ran down her face when her closet door opened. “If you scream, it’ll only make things worse,” A hand closed around her tiny wrist. “Please, no,” Nova whispered, her voice thick with tears. “Let go of her, Arnold,” a sweet voice interrupted, low and dangerous. “Aliyah,” He snarled. “Brother,” she greeted back. “My Junimos and I need to take Nova from you,” “She’s my daughter! You can’t take her!” Arnold insisted, eyes wild. “She can’t stay here, brother. You both will not remember this conversation,” Aliyah said, her dark skin shimmering with green magic. Nova stepped forward, her silver hair swishing. “Um, excuse me, but did you say Junimos?” Nova couldn’t help but get excited, her tiny hands balling into fists. “Oh, yes, I heard you were fascinated with my little friends,” Aliyah smiled at her and waved her hand, revealing a small green creature—a Junimo. “This is Apples,” Nova stepped closer, crouching to get a better look. Apples squeaked and hopped toward her. Nova laughed, holding out her hand when a pair of strong arms pulled her backward. “She is my daughter!” Arnold bellowed, but Aliyah used her magic to take Nova from his arms, leaving her hovering in the air. “I’m sorry for this, my dearest niece. Love you, Nova,” Aliyah gave her the sweetest smile, and everything went fuzzy and green.
