Friday, February 10, 2012

LONDON!!!! (and epicness)

So when I go to Italy in April I land in London first!!!!!!!!!!!! Because the second place I've EVER wanted to go is ENGLAND!!! Though I doubt I'll be leaving the airport at least I'm there!!!

Anyway, moving on.....
Before I get to epicness I'll be on W101 tomorrow leveling up Suri in Krokotopia. Not looking forward to it because... well... it's Krokotopia. Marlybone has been a favorite world of my lately but when you're questing there it can get kinda tiring with all the rats and cats and potbellies (you DO NOT want me going into how much I HATE Potbelly. He just.... he is beyond just irking me).
Mooshu is beautiful. But the solo houses are annoying.
I think I have to say Grizzleheim is my favorite world. It's a lot like where I live in the beginning so I guess it was love at first sight.
;)

Anyway.... so I think School of Shadow is really going somewhere. But not in the direction of a GWB kind of story. So I'll have to change that.
...
Oh well.

Anyway, Here's parts one and two. I know they're kind if unedited. But I'm am honestly editing them (unlike GWB...... sorry). I'm really happy about it.
Anywho, here we go.
Enjoy!

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Chapter One – a dark and stormy night
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. A 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 come 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 it 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 pond 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 heat 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 lift 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. A woman, 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. Legendaries and Transcended are two before midnight.”
Transcended?”
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 road. 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 go 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 my backpack.
Suddenly the door opens, startling me, and in walks a very old man with a long write beard and a monocle who was walking 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 cloder 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 that stuff that’s on your teeth. “
Enamel,” corrects Delina.
Yeah, that,” 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!
Sighing, I decided that I shouldn’t let lemons rule my life. I touch ‘amethyst’ and the words fade. But before I can flip the page, more words appear. I begin to read:
You have chosen the School of Storm
Storm Magic is all about creativity. It represents the flash of insight, or the spark of inspiration that makes you yell, “Eureka!” It is known that the pleasure of catching lightning in a bottle is likewise. Wizards who often embrace the School of Storm, known as Diviners, are driven by the: investigation and discovery, the joys of invention and ingenuity, and the power of creating and building. The drawback to such pursuits is the tendency to get lost in the maze of thoughts and being paralyzed to make a decision. Diviners use Verses to charm, enthrall, and hypnotize creatures to help them
Wow, that was a lot to read. And slightly dizzying when the letters keep shifting. The whole page seemed to blur and pulse and de-fragment. I try to focus on the words but they keep changing.
I look up at the Headmaster. He looks down at the page. “School of Storm! I knew that would be it.”
But as I looked back down on the page it no longer said ‘School of Storm.’ At least I don’t think it did. As I squinted at the mixed up letters I was able to put things together. As if I were reading a foreign language. And it definitely no longer read ‘School of Storm.’
Again, I read.
You have been accepted into the School of Shadow
Shadow is not a common type of magic. In fact, one could argue it isn’t a magic at all. Instead of using spells and summoning creatures to attack monsters, Shadow Wizards, also known as the Abiit, learn the ways of the wild. They memorize the way a monster attacks. It’s weaknesses. An Abiit also learns the ways of others around them, the weather, and all over knowledge of the Spiral. Abiit are very rare and are not wizards you see on the street every day. With powerful, deadly magic, Shadow Wizards learn to turn invisible and to control the way the mind thinks.
What was this? School of Shadow? Abiit? What was this nonsense?
What’s the School of Shadow?” I ask the Headmaster.
I was expecting him to freeze, like when he had heard my name. But he only gives me a confused look. “There is no such thing as the School of Shadow.”
I look back at the book. ‘You have chosen the School of Storm’ was what it read again.
Though I was in a new world, and probably never going back to mine, and I don’t want to anyway, I couldn’t help but wonder if me seeing something the Headmaster couldn’t see was considered slightly odd.
It would be the first thing since I had gotten here.


Chapter Two – the meaning of wind and rain
The Duneriver’s took me in like a second child. It was crazy how they treated me like I had been their second daughter their whole life.
Though Cathrine was level 22, she stayed back to help me quest in Wizard City. I don’t know why. I had a whole five years on her (she was ten), but I suppose she just liked boasting that she knew more than I did.
Eventually I made it to level 15 as a Diviner. Storm School was lots of fun. We learned so much every day. I chose Life as my second school when I learned that Storm Wizards had really low health.
But something kept nagging at the back of my brain. What I had read the second day I had come here. When School of Storm had changed to School of Shadow.
Finally, frustrated beyond belief, I went to the library.
The Marlybonian librarian sent me to the way back-back of the library where school history could be found. I began my search at the first bookshelf and worked my way down.
School of Balance. School of Death. School of Fire. School of Ice. School of Life. School of Myth. And finally, School of Storm. Then the rows of shelves ended at a wall. How convinent.
Slightly exasperated I picked a random book of the School of Storm shelf. I might as well learn something seeing as I barely knew anything.
Wind and Rain
Chapter One
Storm Wizards are diligent and creative students. Excelling in inventing new things and find ways around common life, they learn to bend the rules of magic.’
That was the first thing I ever learned about my school. And since then I’ve worked as hard as I could to live up to it. It was all for my parents though. To please them. And I did. But at the same time I wasn’t pleasing myself. I felt like I was missing something. The true meaning of those sentences.
Intrigued by the book, I sat down, leaning against the shelves of books and read Wind and Rain. It was a very good book. I learned basic facts of Storm Wizards through the eyes of the main character, Alia Moonshade, as she began a quest to find the meaning of Storm. Suddenly I come to a part I know all too well.
Chapter Seventeen
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.
Up till now Alia had been relying on her own power. But she knew she needed help. She needed to gain allies to win the war she had accidentally started. Who the antagonist was is still a mystery though. But I’m sure they’ll tell you at the end of the book.
I continued reading the story. Captivated by the descriptive language and intense conflict. And soon I was at the climatic chapter.
Chapter Thirty-three
I walked slowly through the dark cavern. But soon my eyes adjusted and I knew I wasn’t far now. A soft glowing green vein appeared on the wall to my left. Dim at first, but growing brighter as I walked on.
And soon I was in His cavern.
I couldn’t see him but with the ethereal orb Suri gave me I felt confidence pushing aside my fear and hesitancy. I grip it tighter and look around. Then I hear the voice. A voice so smooth and silky you wouldn’t think that when taken away He sounded like a cow in a sandstorm.
So, my dear. You have found me? I was beginning to worry you weren’t gonna make it. Pity that would be. I was looking forward to–”
Can it Monalyth. Yes, I know your real name. And I am not here to monologue.”
Alia is it? Well Alia, I can tell you really have no idea what my real name is. And all that rubbish that sorceress Suri has fed you is, to put it simply, false.”
Then what is your real name?”
I could hear him growl happily, which must mean he’s grinning. I shudder. A creature of such despicable evil shouldn’t be allowed of such emotions.
The ‘use my name against me’ tale is wrong so I guess there is no harm in telling you my real name. Oh how I wish it were something more evil sounding.”
Spit it out!” I snap, running low on patience.
Oh very well.” He pauses, as if trying to make the moment dramatic. “Silverwillow. My true name is Silverwillow.”
The book drops from my hands in shock. Did the author just name a creature of pure evil after my last name? No, this book has been written before then. Is that why the Headmaster had been startled by my last name? Because it was the same as some creature in a book?
No, it had to have more than that. He had looked as if he had just seen the sun go out. Scared. Terrified is more like it. Wondering what was coming next. Like I had spoken ‘Voldemort’ and now a bunch of Death Eaters were coming to kill everyone.
Not even thinking about the end of the book now I shove it back randomly on the shelf and dash to the front of the library. No one else was around so I felt safe to ask Harold my dying question.
Excuse me?” I say.
He looks up from the book in his hands. “Why hello Suri. Didn’t know you were still here. How can I help you?”
I have a question. In the book I just read, the evil of all evils was some dude named Silverwillow. And that name has turned up somewhere else. I was wondering if you could tell me what it is.”
Harold looked scared. He glanced at the door. Then back to me. “I’ll have to quick. We’re not allowed to talk about Athol Silverwillow.”
Athol?” I say. I hadn’t know he had a first name.
Yes. Athol was a top student in Ravenwood. Very bright. Intelligent, diligent, creative, and a flirt no less.” He snickers to himself. “Well, one day he went missing. Gone from the face of the Spiral. We looked everywhere for him you see. His family was very rich and had a lot of influence on many. However we weren’t able to find him.”
That’s too bad.”
It’s not. You see, he turned up three months later. He came back. He was a sight though. Probably making sore eyes even more sore. He was scruffy, dirty. Cloths torn, wand, spell deck, gone. So bruised up and broken and famished he looked about ready to die.”
Was his family happy to see him?”
Over joyed. But something had certainty changed.”
What had?”
We’re not sure, even today. But after he got back he seemed afraid of people. Less social. He spent days in his room, muttering to himself. Sometimes screaming. He was crazy, that’s what I say.”
And then what?”
Well, he shocked us all. I was there the day he barged into Ambrose’s Tower saying he was dropping out of school. He said he had found a better academy, a more advanced one for only the best.”
What school was that?”
He didn’t say. But then he vanished.”
Like... turned invisible?”
Must have. Like he had melted into the background. The door opened, shut again, and he was gone. But it wasn’t the last we had seen of him.”
What do you mean?”
Disasters started happening all over the Spiral. Catastrophes that happened in the blink of an eye. It’s called the Era of Darkness. First houses burning. Then famine. And then the plague.” Harold sighed. A deep, sad, sigh. “It was what Sylvia, the last Life Professor before Moolinda, died from. And that was when her husband, Malistaire, ripped the Death School from Ravenwood and vanished like Athol had.”
Then what?” I ask when Harold said no more.
Then the Era of Darkness ended. No more fires. No more famine. No more plague. Yet at the same time no more Malistaire, no more Death School, and no more Sylvia.”
I nod, thinking. “Is that why ‘Silverwillow’ inflicts so much fear? Because Athol was so evil and caused so much pain?”
Harold nodded. “Yes. Now, you mustn’t tell anyone I’ve told you. It’s supposed to be secret information.”
I nod. “I won’t tell anyone. Thanks for telling me though.”
You’re welcome. Now you’d best be going home. It’s almost curfew.”
I thank him one last time then head out. The brisk autumn air nipped at my exposed arms but I didn’t notice. All I could think about was what connection could Athol have to my last name. Other than having the same last name.
Deep in thought I had no chance of seeing the wizard riding crazily on an out of control Pegasus mount until they barreled right into me.
Knocked to the ground painfully with the wind knocked out of me, it took me a moment to realize I was being helped into a sitting position, all the while be told ‘sorry, sorry, sorry.’
I’m so sorry! Max just isn’t used to a rider yet. I’m so sorry! I was speeding anyway. Trying to get home before Curfew. Sorry! I should’ve yelled something sooner.”
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it thanks,” I say, just to shush him. He stops talking.
You okay?” he finally asks.
I nod. “Yeah. Besides, I wasn’t looking where I was going anyways.”
Once I was standing the wizard, who was around my age, held out a hand has said, “My name’s Alric Flame.”
Before I could introduce myself, however, another wizard, a girl, also my age, and who suspiciously looked just like Alric, came running up to him and started boxing his ears.
I told you Alric! You were supposed to be home an hour ago! Is that a Pegasus mount!? Mom said you weren’t supposed to be buying one until next week! Why did you buy one!?”
Alric just looked really bummed out but he had such a funny expression I had to hold back a laugh. Suddenly the girl looks up, spots me, and throws Alric down like a pillow.
Hello there! I’m Iridian Mistcloud. This idiots sister whom I’ve been stuck with since birth because he is my unfortunate twin brother. Who are you?”
Suri,” I say. Then think quickly to come up with a last name other than Silverwillow. “Rain.”
Suri Rain you say? How come you’re so old yet you’re only... what? Level 15?”
Well, I mysteriously appeared here about a month ago. I know that may sound crazy and far fetched so it’s alright if you don’t believe me.”
Hmm. Well that’s interesting. Where are you staying now?”
With the Duneriver’s.” I point to their house a few houses away.
Well that’s nice. Delina is really nice. Though Catherine can be a little stuck up sometimes.” I nod my agreement. By now Alric had hulled himself up off the ground and was cowering from his sister.
Suddenly Iridian stared off into space for a moment then said, “I gotta go meet a friend in the Shopping District before Curfew. See ya later Suri!” Then she ran off to the tunnel to the Shopping District.
Why doesn’t she teleport?” I ask Alric. He rubs his neck. “Well, I really shouldn’t tell you. Iridian will kill me.”
Then you don’t after to,” I say. “She seems to beat you up enough.”
No, it’s not that bad. I let her do it because if she doesn’t her life would be heckhounds.”
What’d you mean?”
She’s not a wizard.”
I gasp. “But how?”
Alric looks down. “She’s older than me by four minutes. I wasn’t breathing when I was born. Everyone thought I was dead. And I was dead.”
Then how are you alive?” I ask.
Because as a baby, of now more than five minutes old, Iridian gave me all her magic. It was like some sort of force possessed her to grab my hand, and suddenly I was alive, and she wasn’t a wizard anymore. She would’ve been wicked powerful if she had kept her magic. But she gave it to me so I could live.”
But that’s so loving!”
And sad. She’s what other’s may call a Decyon, meaning impure and hostile. Wizards are called Halcyon, calm, peaceful, pure. It’s kind of an insult to call someone a Decyon. So when someone calls her that she beats them up. She’s super strong too. And fast. Probably faster than Max.” He pats the Pegasus affectionately.
That’s too bad,” I say sympathetically.
By the way, what school are you in?”
Storm,” I say simply. “You?”
Myth. So you’re my weakness!”
I smile. “Guess I am.”
Suddenly the large brass bell rings, signaling Curfew. Alric and me part ways with a wave and I run over to the house that I now consider my new home.
All thoughts of Silverwillow escaping my head.

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I know you guys read part of chapter one. Up to the part where she was taking the test. Because I hadn't finished much of it yet.
I'm almost done with chapter three so I guess you guys can read that soon.
Anyway, this I'll go and work on that now. I got a good plot going so I can't let these idea get away.
:)
Fellow writers know how that feels.

Laterz!
~Emma

P.S.
SUPER PROUD of that header. Best thing I've ever done. I'm like freaking out. YAY!!!!

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