Parvus puer portat gladius ad therma

Ok. So that's Latin right there. I'm pretty sure I got 'therma' wrong. It means bath hosue or something in Rome. Like the public pool today.

Anyway, I'm just trying to make this interesting before I start ranting about Grub Guardian on KI Free Games. BECAUSE IT IS JUST SO AMAZINGLY EPIC!!

Ok, maybe a little overreacting there. It's pretty cool. It's like tower defense. And you get to use your own character with your own pet. So I'm using Zeus, my fierce hound. The pet tower is pretty awesome. And the things you plant are even better. And Ambrose's Wrath (or something) is seriously epic.

I was playing and it was so easy it was crazy. But then it got kinda hard.
Scarab's are amazing in this one level. I had like, 600 some-odd silver from defeating things so much. And usually I'm stuck with nearly no silver. The storm ones are pretty cool. Well, no, that's an understatement. Storm, Life (when you upgrade it enough), and Balance are the best towers. But Fire and Ice are pretty good. Ice slows monsters down and Fire sets monsters heads on fire. Now how cool is that??

Also, I have my history midterm tomorrow, NOT during midterm week. So on the day I would have history I have the midterm scored discussion. Anyway, that's not the point. The point is that somehow we got to like the 18th amendment and how it banned alcohol and then how NASA was formed because it was bunch of drunk guys racing cars.
Besides the point, I realized that I think the words 'moon' and 'shine' are optional for first and seconds parts of a name. So I investigated.

Ok. So you have 'moon' as an option. Good job KI!! I swear 'shine' was an option at one point.... but I can't really remember. At least that don't have it. I like moon better anyway.


Now moving on.
Remember that wizard101 fan-fic I started a little bit ago called School of Shadow? Well, I started it again. I think I like this start better.
It's a little bit more... what's the right word.... it goes with the general flow of fan-fictions a bit more. Like, the wizard is an orphan or something, they have special abilities. Then one day an owl appears and then they're wisked off to Wizard City. I'm not SO NOT saying that's a bad thing.
I swear it on my life, every single fan fiction I have ever read has been absolutely fantabulawesome supercalafragalisticexpealidotious!!!!!!
I think I spelled the second word wrong. Oh well. I'm speaking the truest truth.

I guess you can just read if you want. I like how I described the shadow school in the start of the first one I wrote so I might make it the same description. But a different character.
Chapter one isn't finished yet, it's only like six pages or so. But still.
Here's the first part of chapter one.
Enjoy!!
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Chapter One

I like lemons. It’s a weird fact about me. I absolutely adore lemons. I could eat them all day. I ate three whole lemons at once you know. I didn’t get sick either like some people would after eating half a lemon.

Nobody understands though. Neither do I. I would love to though. It’s like the secret of life. Why does Anjellica love lemons?

Why, that’s me. I’m Anjellica Silverwillow. And I love lemons. I like other foods too. Grape fruit, seaweed, Greek bananas (rice rolled up in lettuce, I have no idea how they got banana from that). I can also hold my breath longer than anyone (around eight minutes, maybe more), run longer (marathon, 2.56 hours), and a variety of other things.

I don’t know why I can do it. The smart tang of lemons doesn’t bother me. The water pressure on my lungs while underwater isn’t immense. The sweat and heat of the sun practically cools me down while I run. Why? Is that not normal? Because that seems to be the only thing people care about these days.

Being normal.

I mean, I still have to look after myself. It’s not like I’m some almighty, half magical, um.... offspring of some, oh I don’t know, great wizard right? How ridiculous is that? I still pull muscles, get dehydrated, headaches, chicken pox, I even broke my wrist once.

Some people call me the “Aerovane.” It’s some sort of instrument that measures wind and stuff. Like a stick bends up or down to show whether or not a storm is coming. The reason? It’s like I can.... predict the weather before it happens.

So, I guess you could say I’m slightly discriminated. I’m Anjellica the Aerovane, what’d you expect?

Days drag by slowly. Like molasses. No, slower. If that’s possible of course. I get to Monday and I wish it were Friday. School is hard. I’m smart and all. I catch on quickly but there’s nothing for me at school. Or at home. Arguing parents. Hospitalized older sister (from a car accident), strict dad, couldn’t-care-less mom.

I have nothing.

Or, wait. That’s a lie. I have something. A secret. I secret I haven’t told anyone. Something all to myself. Something no one can take away from me. Why? Because it’s part of me. You’d have to kill me I guess to take it. Even then you couldn’t take it because it’d die with me.

I call it my Ultraviolet. Like one of the types of radiation. The more sever type. Only this is totally harmless.

I can pour water from my hand.

Sure, lots of people can cup water into their hand then pour it back out. Or fill a glass up with water and pour that out. But can you simple just create water in your hand and then pour it out? Nah, didn’t think so. Pretty sure only I can do that. Now how epic is that?

But, was it bound to stay hidden forever? I never imagined my secret getting out. I was careless, that’s all. I may be smart, I may be able to endure more than others, but can I still be careless? I’m still human aren’t I?

Actually, I wonder about that sometimes...

But that’s besides the point. The point is that I let my secret slip. And suddenly my life was upside down, reversed sideways, twisted three times, and then tied into a knot and is now hanging over a boiling cauldron of absolute doom.

How nice is that?

It was a day like any other day. Boring old school. Boring old teachers. Finally the day was over. It was late October and I decided to walk home. It was only a mile and a half so I had nothing to worry about. But I waited till all the buses had left before I started I wanted to be alone for a while. Even if it was just for half an hour (slow walking that is).

It was windy but the sky only held wisps of clouds that glowed a crimson orange in the setting sun. I always believed sunsets to be spirits waiting to capture the wish or some poor soul and make it come true. So I made a wish. I had before and they had never some true, but I still did it anyway.

I stop walking, close my eyes for a moment and let my wish flutter in my mind, waiting to be captured.

‘I wish I could get away from here.’

It was a simple wish. I bet lots of teenagers wish it. Well, normal ones anyway. See? I could be normal sometimes. It’s not like I was eating lemons 24 / 7.

I open my eyes and it seems to be a lot darker than it was before. The wind had picked up. The sky suddenly clouded over, the sun hidden. A bleak gray color was cast over everything. With the sun almost gone it made it even darker.

I push my flying hair out of my face and try to figure out how far away from home I was. Did that street sign say Arrow Avenue? That’s where my house was. I fight the wind up to the sign. Nope, Narra St, privet drive.

I sigh. I had never heard of this street before. During my thinking time I must’ve walked too far. What now? This part of town looked totally wrong. The grass looked too green. That building, was it made of stone? I squint but then ti seemed like wood again. I turn around. Through blowing tree branches and my flying hair I make out a pond. There was no pond for miles in my town. But I blink and it’s gone, replaced by a stone road.

A dizzy spell wraps around my head and I close my eyes. This was a bad dream. I must’ve fallen and hit my head hard. I open my eyes momentarily to see several stone houses in a row, a light on in one. A house. I should get help.

I stumble froward. I don’t notice the road really is stone. That a pound was thrashing it’s waters behind me. That the grass was way to green and cut too perfectly to be where I lived.

I grab for the door and my hand lands against it painfully. I clutch it too my chest and close my eyes to stop the pounding my brain and hand. I fee light headed. Terribly dizzy.

With a sigh, I realize I can’t feel the wind. And soon I can’t feel myself. Then finally I feel like nothing at all.

***

The soft head of a fire is the first thing I feel. Then I realize I’m much to comfortable to be lying on the ground. I had fainted or something right? Or, not really. Not like some prissy lady from Shakespearean times. More like, I would say, I had lost consciousness. I begin to life my head up but my vision goes haywire and I plop it back down which only makes it worse.

“Ah, are you awake?” I hear someone ask. I women, maybe late 20’s by her voice.

“Am I?” I ask. “I don’t feel it.” My voice sounds far away. I still feel dizzy.

“Well, I should hope so. It would not be good if you died on us. Not sure why you were out after curfew.”

Not I was more confused. “I don’t have a curfew.”

“Come now. All students have a curfew. Twilight it would be for most. Luminaries are two before midnight.”

“Luminaries?”

“Yes. Wizards who are level 70. But I doubt it’ll stay that way for long. So many new worlds are being discovered that need saving.”

“I’m not sure I understand,” I say. “Wizards? Level 70? New worlds?” I pause. “Where am I?”

“Wizard City my dear. Wizard City.”

I open my eyes and gasp. I can’t even try to hide it. This whole time I’ve been talking to a cow! The cow lady seems shocked, and slightly offended. “I’m sorry. Do you not recognize me? Perhaps you’ve hit your head rather hard.”

“I... I... I’m sorry it’s just... Where I come from cows.... don’t talk.”

“Where exactly are you from anyway? I can’t say that I’ve seen you before.”

“Starraburgh,” I say.

“Can’t say I know where that is. Perhaps we should talk to the Headmaster. Merle Ambrose.” I nod. As long as he wasn’t a cow I think I’m all good. But, last night. During the storm. The world had been... changing. The pond. The stone rode. The stone houses. The grass. Was I still dreaming?

I sit up but my visions swirls badly and I lean back and look at the ceiling.

“Oh dear. Perhaps he’ll come here. You’re not well enough yet. I’ll be right back.”

I watch her leave out the door. In the quick glimpse of the outside that I see is strange. Sunny, such green grass, and a human. Like me. Maybe my age. But dressed in the craziest Halloween costume I’ve ever seen.

Then the door is shut and all I see is the wooden design of a leaf with a spiral underneath it. I look around some more. It looked, normal. Only, not normal at the same time. There was no TV, or faucet. No carpet (unless you count the small floor carpet, it was not a wall-to-wall one. The window was small but it let in a lot of light. There was no ceiling light, but there were many candles.

Sitting up slowly I was able to see more. There was a flight of stairs. But instead of an open hallway, it ended in a door. There was a bookshelf with many books on it. Several shelves actually. It wasn’t like this was some alien world. It all looked normal in a way someone here might decorate it.

I swing my legs over the side of the couch (as I found out). The floor was not cold. It seemed to be mid afternoon by thy brightness of the sun. I find I’m still in my school clothes; jeans and a neon green t-shirt. My shoes were gone, so were my socks. So was y backpack.

Suddenly the door opens, startling me, and in walks a very old man with a long write beard and a monocle who was waking like an Olympic champion, with the cow lady.

“Ah! Nice to see you up and about miss,” says the old man. “I am Merle Ambrose, Headmaster of the Ravenwood Academy of Magical Arts. And this is Moolinda Wu, Life Professor. Who also healed you. And may I ask your name...?”

“Anjellica,” I say. “But I named myself. I don’t like that name all that much.”

“Last name?” asks the Headmaster.

“Silverwillow.”

He seems to freeze. So does the cow, I mean, Moolinda. The wind seems to die, the birds stop chirping, and a cloud passes over the sky.

It seems to stay like that forever but then the world seems to move again. Ambrose shakes his head. “Well, my, ah, dear. How nice to meet you. Anjell–“

“Can I change it?” I interrupt. “My first name. I don’t like Anjellica.”

“Well, um, of course! Moolinda, what do you think?”

Moolinda puts a hoof to her chin and seems to think. “Well, the name could be... Iridian? Or perhaps Destiny. Maybe Juliet?”

I shake me head. Ambrose starts suggesting. “Rowan. Devin. Sarah. Caroline. Emily. Alura. Victoria. Danielle.”

I shake my head.

While they continue to list off names I get up and walk over to the bookshelf. I pull down a purple book and open it up to a random page.

‘Days were slow and the rain fell all day and all night. I wondered when I could find the Sorceress who would help me. I needed the help. I had to save my mom and little sister. From the disease.

‘What had they said? The northern clan. The Sorceresses name was.... Suri.’

I stop reading. Suri. I liked that. I turn around to find Moolinda and Ambrose looking at me intently. “Wind and Rain,” whispers Moolinda. I look at the cover. ‘Wind and Rain’ was the title. I smile. I did like storms after all.

“Suri it shall be then,” says Ambrose happily. “Welcome to Wizard City Suri!”

“Silverwillow,” I add. “My name is Suri Silverwillow.” I see Ambrose tense. Moolinda does too. What was the matter with my last name?

“Perhaps you should change your last name,” says Moolinda. “Entirely up to you. You’re a wizard by the looks of it. Wizards always change their last name when they officially start school.”

“But, how do you guys know I’m even a wizard?” I contradict.

“Well, for one you picked up the book ‘Wind and Rain.’ Written by a Storm Wizard. And you chose the name ‘Suri’ which means ‘rain’ in our ancient language. Last night when you appeared on the doorstep of this family’s door it was raining. It the fiercest storm I had ever seen, and I’ve been alive a while. All those facts point to one fact: you are anything if not destined to be a Diviner.”

“Wait a minute,” I say. “This isn’t you house? I have to say sorry to this family! For collapsing on their doorstep like that last night!”

“You’ll get you chance, don’t worry Suri. Why, here’s Mrs. Duneriver now!” exclaims Ambrose. A young women comes in carrying a basket of fruits. She starts when she sees us.

“Oh! Why hello Headmaster, Moolinda, and...” She gives me the look grownups give when they’re waiting for you to introduce yourself.

“Suri,” I say. I decided to leave out my last name since it caused so much trouble.

“Well, glade to see you’re feeling better Suri. Me and my husband were really worried when we heard you knocking. We could barely hear it over the wind.”

“Well, thanks for letting me stay. I appreciate it greatly.” I look at her basket. I spot a lemon. Four actually. “How can I make it up to you?”

“Oh, there’s not need really.”

“No, I’m sure I can do something.” Then it hits me. Lemons + favor needing to be repaid = me cooking.

I cooked a lot in my house. Mom was too lazy. Dad was usually out all night. Sister was, well, eating hospital foods.

“I can cook something. I cooked a lot at my house with the ingredients I had available. I made an entire three coarse dinner one.”

“I’m not sure...”

“I can bake you a pie,” I suggest. “A lemon one.”

“Well, I did just get lemons...”

“Do you have sugar? Eggs? Tarter? If no tarter I can make that too.”

“And what exactly do those things make?”

I smile. “A lemon meringue pie.”

***

Two and a half hours later I was pulling out a lemon meringue pie from the stone oven. Delina, who insisted ‘Mrs. Duneriver’ was far to formal, had to teach me how to use many things. Like water had to be taken from the pond outside and boiled to be cleansed. The ‘fridge’ was a low cellar where, though it was at least 90 degrees outside, it was probably 15 degrees to keep things cool.

Delina said it would be easier to get fresh water, already hot or just plain cold, if there was a Diviner in the family. Or to keep the cold cellar closer is they had a Thaumaturge.

Delina and David (her husband) were both Pyromancers, Fire Wizards. Their daughter Cathrine was a Theurgist, a Life Wizard.

Ambrose had said to me to come by his office the next afternoon to decide what kind off Wizard I would be.

Meanwhile Delina took me shopping. I saw more people in the crazy costumes, but I finally decided that this was normal. Everything I thought weird was normal. Everything I thought normal was weird. Which was why they had destroyed my cell phone in my backpack because they thought it was dangerous.

Of course, it wasn’t like I had service here anyways.

I ended up with a Beginners Robe, Hate, and Boots. With a base color of black and a trim of dark blue. Then I walked back to Delia’s home in the Commons.

I also made dinner, seasoned beef, tender to the touch, basted in garlic sauce with a side of lemon sprig (a salad, consisting mostly of lemon zest, lettuce, shredded carrots with a lemon based dressing).

Delina finally asked me why I liked lemons so much.

“I don’t know,” I respond while shredding the lemon rind into lemon zest. “Other people can barely eat a slice yet I can eat a whole one at every meal.”

“It must be unhealthy in some way.”

I shrug. “I don’t know. I’ve never gotten sick, my teeth never rotted, or lost enamel, whichever. “

“Enamel isn’t on your teeth,” corrects Delina.

“Same difference,” I say. We both laugh.

Mr. Duneriver (or, David) and Cathrine got home just in time for dinner. Like Ambrose had said that children of wizards had different last names, Cathrine was not Cathrine Duneriver but Cathrine Soulmender.

Delina had said her maiden name was Dreamflame, but she when she married David she could either keep her name, or change it to Duneriver, and she had changed it.

Soon the next day was here. Delina ushered me to the Headmaster’s Tower. I went in alone. No one else was in there but me and the Headmaster.

He says nothing, only holds out a thick book that looks like it has been here since the beginning of time. I look up at him and he nods. I open the book and view a multiple choice questions.

What is you favorite time of day?

Morning.

Noon.

Night.

I think. Well, lemons like sun. I point to ‘noon.’ All other words fade from the page, leaving only the word ‘noon’ there. I flip the page.

What is you favorite animal?

Dragon.

Unicorn.

Polar bear.

Serpent.

Scorpion.

I tap ‘dragon.’ Once again, all other words fade and I flip the page again. I answer quite a few of these questions. Around nine or ten. Finally I come to a very hard question.

What is your favorite gem stone?

Ruby.

Onyx.

Amethyst.

Peridot.

Well, I was at a conundrum. I love amethyst’s. Their purple is so shiny and beautiful. Yet a peridot is yellow! The lovely color of delicious lemons!

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So, that's all I have so far.

Oh, and I just remembered. I never translated the sentence for you!!
It goes like this:
"The small boy carried a sword to the bath house."
Yeah, I really need to study my Latin. I have to memorize 136 words.
O.O

So, I best be going.
Laterz!
~Emma