Chapter three :)

Chapter three-Malistaire Drake

I stayed in the dark as I followed the Headmaster. At the end of the tunnel, lay

Golem Court

. Surprisingly, nothing seemed to be wrong. The only thing that was different was that there were no students roaming around, just the Headmaster, his owl and I. This scared me slightly, but I knew I was safe with the Headmaster. All I needed to figure out was what was happening. I had a little feeling in my gut that this was more than it seemed.

A large explosion blasted out from the highest point of the tower in

Golem Court

. I looked up and saw that the large window up there was shattered, and I saw dust of glass raining down on us. I shielded myself, and the glass fell like snow, harmless. I looked up again, and saw a tall shadow move in the window. Did I imagine that?

The Headmaster shook off some glass off his robe, and rushed into the tower with his owl. I hurried after them, sticking my foot in the door right before it closed. I slipped in, and closed the door silently. The sound of the door closing did not come; instead there was a small sound. I turned around, and only saw the door closing. Nothing was there. It was a strange moment, but I had no time to spare. I turned back around and looked up, and saw that there was a staircase, and that the Headmaster was already half way up. I shrunk short, and climbed up the stairs like a spider, as I tried not to be seen. I went up a step when the Headmaster went up a step. The Headmaster finished walking up the first landing, and he turned the corner. I climbed up the rest of the stairs silently as possible, and I peaked around the corner of the landing. In horror, I saw Headmaster Ambrose, staring face to face to the person I have read about in history books. The person whom messed up the Ravenwood Death school building, which I had never seen before, but it has been said in books that it had been absolutely ripped from Ravenwood. This was the man who did it all. Malistaire Drake was the man standing there, dark as night and cruel as death itself. He had the equally powerful sensation of Ambrose, but this power was different- it was evil.

“What business do you have here, Malistaire? “ The Headmaster growled. His voice made my body shiver. Gamma, his owl, whom was no match for any magic, flew out the shattered window.

“Nothing that you should know about until it’s already done.” Malistaire snarled.

“You know whatever evil you possess here, it will not be permitted.”

“Like I would care about your ridiculous rules, Ambrose. I’m younger, more powerful, and I know much, much more than you.” Malistaire growled back.

“You may have to prove this, wouldn’t you?” Ambrose said quietly.

“Ah, old man you are no match for me. I know you hate fighting, the blood and the flesh! I think I may end it for you, today, at this spot!” Malistaire whipped out his wand, and waved it in a quick circle. Behind him, two small looking dragons appeared, and they looked mean. Very mean.

The dragons had smooth red skin, slick and slimy looking. They had slumped human bodies, with wings protruding out of their shoulder blades. Their faces sprouted sharp, red knives on their cheekbones; instead of a mouth they had a beaked mouth.

I thought the Headmaster would do the same, but instead he was casting spells I never saw before. A fiery water Phoenix, or some kind of source of bird, rushing water crashing against Malistaire, and then he made the water freeze upon him. Malistaire’s cage of ice didn’t last for long, because he made the ice explode into knifes, throwing them at the Headmaster tens by tens. His minions seem to sit and watch, awed even by the Headmaster’s power. Perhaps they had been told that he was weak.

The Headmaster twirled, and he melted the knives by fire rushing out of his wand. However, when the Headmaster twirled, he caught a glimpse of me looking out behind the wall. He shouted something, and I realized I had distracted him from the fight. Malistaire blew Ambrose across the room with his wand, and before the Headmaster could get up, the Dragons were on him.

“No!” It was too late before I realized that I screamed. I ran over to the Dragons and tried to pry them off of the Headmaster. They both turned on me, and I backed away, frightened. I didn’t know how to fight! I didn’t even know what I did to Richard! I should have stayed back…

I waved my new wand like I did when I blasted Richard across the room, but my wand betrayed me and only a few sparks came out. How could I have let this happen? My mother wouldn’t be able to take on my death… I would never know the feeling of learning my first spell, having my first kiss, graduating from Ravenwood…. One of the dragons opened its mouth, breathing in for my fiery fate-.

“Stop!” The voice was loud, and I realized that it was Malistaire whom had shouted. Ambrose was dazed, leaning on the wall in the far corner. The Dragons both bolted away from me, and I forced myself to turn around to face the man whom will truly kill me. However, why did he stop the Dragons from doing so?

Malistaire’s face was hard and surprisingly shocked. His skin was extremely pale against his black hair, and it almost looked rather familiar. He had a different sensation over me when he stared me down, still evil, but not harmful. What was going to happen to me?

Malistaire glanced at the Dragons, and whipped his wand in the same circle like pattern he did when he summoned them. Both the Dragons disappeared in a cloud of red smoke. Malistaire did not look at me, and only said few words.

“You’re Alive.”

I looked up at the supposed spot where Malistaire was standing, however, he was no longer there. In fact, he wasn’t in the room at all. He must have left, teleported away, but it was silent.

I crawled over to the Headmaster, unhurt, and shook him. The Headmaster woke up from his strange sleepiness, perhaps a curse awoken from Malistaire, and he looked at me like I was the most amazing thing in the world.

“He didn’t take you.” He whispered. He put his old hand up to my face, as if feeling if I was actually real. “He didn’t take you, nor kill you, not even hurt you!”

“I-“How was I supposed to explain what Malistaire said to me? ‘You’re Alive’?  Yes, I was alive! I am moving and talking, and yet why did Malistaire say those words? Malistaire is a killer, not a saver.

Somebody burst through the room, and I saw Richard running over to me. He looked shocked at the sight of me, and I wondered how I looked right now. Dirty from the floor, holding Headmaster Ambrose in my arms in the corner of the room. Even I would be scared of myself.

“What happened?”  He gasped. I saw a large welt on the side of his head from the spell I cast on him.

“Sorry.” I mumbled. He looked at me for a second, and then realized what I was talking about.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” He rubbed his head and winced.

“Help me with the Headmaster.” I told him

He helped me lift the Headmaster up, but then the Headmaster pushed away from us, clearly able to walk.

“Whoa.” I gasped. “Headmaster, how did you heal so fast?”

“I’m experienced in life magic.” The Headmaster answered quietly. I knew I was in trouble. Good job, I told myself-great first day of school!

“Headmaster Ambrose?” I said quietly as well. “I’m really sorry… I just wanted to know what was going on and I felt left out so I cast some spell on Richard that made him go flying-“

“You sent him flying?” The Headmaster asked, shocked.

“I know! I’m so sorry!” Tears were filling my eyes.

“No, no it’s ok.” Ambrose patted me on the head. “It’s your first day, you didn’t know better. However, I don’t know how you had so much power to blow Mr. GreenBlade across the room…”

There was an awkward silence. Both of them were wondering what I did to make Malistaire go away, when I didn’t even know myself. How did I blast Richard across the room? Dunno. The only thing I do know was that I probably saved the Headmaster’s life. And I probably almost lost it, as well. It was my fault that the Headmaster got distracted, and was blown across the room and cast under a spell. It was also my fault when I saved him, somehow or some way.

“Well, we need to go.” The Headmaster said. Richard and I both took quick glances at each other, confused. Why would the Headmaster just ‘go’ right after he was almost killed? In fact, we were both almost killed. But that’s different; I’m not the one saying ‘We need to go now.’    

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Chapter 2 :)

 Chapter

two- Golem Court

I could see the light of an orb move towards me through my eye lids, but I dared not open my eyes. I felt a tickling sensation around my chest and then something hard and warm fall, or possibly float into my hand.

“Open your eyes, Mary.” The Headmaster spoke with a strange voice.

My eyes opened, and I saw myself holding the Balance Wand. Its wood was warm and comfortable; its citrine glowed with happiness as though it had finally found the right owner. I realized that the white orb had gone inside my chest. How right it seemed, to be so warm and good inside…

But this wasn’t right. My father had been Fire, and my mother Life. I had no balance members in my family. There was no possible way of earning the school of Balance. The only way that it is truly possible with no Balance family members whatsoever was to have one parent be Life, and one parent is Death. That wasn’t the case for me, since my father had been Fire.

I looked up at the Headmaster, and I saw something in his one eye before he smiled. Perhaps it was suspicion...?

“Congratulations! You are officially a Balance student. You must be very wise beyond your years…” The Headmaster spoke with fake trust.

Adding to my surprise of such a mysterious school receiving, the door was suddenly blasted open, and an owl came flying through the door, right above a boy whom ducked right on time. My eyes glanced from the boy over to the owl.

The boy was very handsome. Brown, messy hair with large blue eyes, along with a charming smile. The sunlight from the doorway shone upon his ivory skin, making it as though his beautiful skin was glowing. We locked eyes for a second.

I turned my attention to the owl, realizing something was urgently wrong.

“Headmaster! Headmaster!” The owl squawked.

“Gamma, what is it?”  The Headmaster closed the book, and placed it back into the drawer in lock-and-key.

“A sighting in Golem’s court! Evviilll!”

The Headmaster looked at the boy and me. “You two stay here, or you will be in grave danger.”

“But-“I started

“No, Mary.” The Headmaster’s voice was strong and strict. He looked at the boy. “Richard, you make sure that she stays here until I get back.”

Richard nodded, and I was starting to get more angry than scared. Everybody is protected when they are with the Headmaster! I wanted to see what was going on. Stupid as it sounded, I wasn’t good at situations like this. Possibly because I always have an urge not to obey.

The Headmaster whisked out of the room, his companionate owl following at his side. If I didn’t start to follow them now, I would lose track of them. I started out the door, but Richard took my wrist.

I looked at him, snarling “Let go of me.”

He didn’t even flinch. “Headmaster’s orders, you will have to do it against my will.”

I didn’t know how to cast a spell, but whatever I did with my new wand sent him flying into three piles of books scattered by the Headmaster’s desk. I wanted to say that I was sorry, but my curiosity was killing me. If I didn’t follow the Headmaster now, I would never find him.

I ran out the door, and past many wizards. Most of them had no idea what was going on, and just excused me for a little girl playing. However, this wasn’t a game to me. This was an adventure.

I couldn’t see the Headmaster anywhere, but I caught a glimpse of his owl flying fast toward

Golem Court

. It was strange that something would happen at Golem court, for it has no reason particularly to be there but to hang out. It was like a Wizard City court yard, with only one tower.

I was a fast runner, so I reached the Headmaster easily. I slipped behind a house, and waited for him to walk into the tunnel to

Golem Court

. I had to be unseen.

The Headmaster whispered something to his owl, and he walked through the tunnel to

Golem Court

. I slipped out from the house and followed him quietly into the tunnel.   

Chapter one :)

Chapter one- Receiving my Element

I am a Witch. One more person of the Enchanted race. I live alone in a somewhat depressingly cheerful village with my also depressed mother and evil little sister. My father wasn’t much help… I don’t even remember his name. I think it may have been Cody. You see, my father was all about the baby boy business I’m guessing, because when my mother had my sister, Sabrina, he left us. I was at the age of three. Yeah, that young. Great parenting, right?

My mother, Amber, named me after my father’s mother, Mary. I grew up in a small village that we’ve lived in for ages, and certainly centuries in the planet of Wizard City. The village was a small, mysterious neighborhood, and its name was

Unicorn Way

. Yeah, I know, the name is a bit different… Whoever named the village must have had a fancy for unicorns or something.

My home was a very small, two-story cottage. The living room was connected to the library and study, while my sister and I shared a room under the stairs. My mother had a small bedroom upstairs, along with the kitchen and dining room. Petite as it was, it was a warm, comforting home for me. It was enough, compared to what some people lived with. People here didn’t tolerate beggars, because everybody else is trying to feed their own families. Unicorn Way wasn’t a very wealthy town.

After my father left, my mother grew into a depression. Sabrina was angry all the time and I was left to care for the family. I was the one who went to the shopping districts, who made our meals most of the time, and got my mother out of bed. I knew that someday, when I’m old enough, I will be able to leave and Sabrina will be able to take care of herself. My mother would be alive and working once again.

On a Monday morning, my mother’s hands were so warm, so gentle as she was weaving my long golden hair into a delicate braid. Every morning, she would do this; one of the things she would have the decency to do, anyways. But today was special. Today was my first day of Ravenwood – Magical school of Wizardry. Children are to spend sixteen years learning traits from our friends and family, and about a week after your sixteenth birthday, you have to go to Magic academy. Within this ‘Magic academy’, you’re given an element that you will study. An element of nature, I suppose I can say. It is the element of magic deep within yourself that people study. Today was so important, because my element- my school- will be given to me today… And I will have my full magic powers.

“You’re going to make so many good friends!” My mother encouraged. She gently touched the sides of my face with her finger tips, and moved my face to face hers. “You have such a pretty face… People are going to love you!”

With the bills, Sabrina’s temper, my school, and everything else on her shoulders, it’s hard enough for her to look at her own daughter and recognize the man who tore her life apart. Anyhow, I was too different to make any friends. People avoided me at all costs; however, I never truly figured out what was so strange about me. Perhaps it is because I’m so awkward… I’m much of a loner. Socially awkward. Sabrina has always told me that I could be very kind, but cold-hearted on the inside. I wasn’t sure if it was true or not.

My sister pranced into the room. She looked nothing like me, of course. She had brown, curly hair and hard brown eyes. I knew it hurt my mother whenever she looked at Sabrina, because whenever she did she saw my father. Oh, and may I add how she inherited his temper to make it worse.

“Why does Mary get to go to school?” Sabrina pouted. “I want to go, too!”

“Sweetie.” My mother put her hand on Sabrina’s shoulder. That small gesture was a bad mistake. Sabrina slapped our mother’s hand and shook it off violently. She hated everybody’s touch, and I hated her for hurting our mother in so many ways.

“Mary is sixteen, honey. Today is her first day in Ravenwood.” My mother smiled, but I saw her tired eyes fill with tears.

“Whatever.” Sabrina opened the door of our room, and slammed it shut. Dust from the ceiling above the door floated down like snow. Even if Sabrina is in the room for a second, the damage could always be amazingly large.

I hugged my mother.” Its okay, mama. She doesn’t understand.” I whispered. “She just doesn’t know.”

My mother’s smile weakened, and she stroked my hair. “It’s almost 8:30; I would start walking to school if I were you. I wouldn’t want to be late on my first day.”

“Ok, mama.” I gave her a bright smile to try to cheer her up, and I stuffed my peanut butter and jelly sandwich in my bag.

When I was about to leave, my mother stopped me.

“Mary, remember not to talk to strangers, do not take stuff from strangers, do not walk with strangers, do not-“

“I got it, mom.” I smiled and hugged her, and walked out the door. Today was sunny, although still cold from September air. Frost hung from roofs and stuck on grass as I walked through the pretty village. It was a little town, quiet and peaceful, full of the common and generous people. I walked past the green summer trees, the park, the Arena and a merchant stand, where a baker was selling his morning pastries. Past a street guard, I walked into the tunnel to the Commons.

Every morning was just the same, to the moment that my family and I had come to this poor town. Except I was going to school, of course.

It was dark for a second, but I made it to the other side of the tunnel. The commons was always packed with people, their scarves covering their faces, and coming out of their houses. The Commons was a very social place to be, with its large grassy places and trees. In fact, there happened to be a large pond in the very middle of the place. Toddlers liked to play in the water, and there was always parents scolding them for getting wet.  The library was to the western side of the Commons, Shopping District in the Eastern, Ravenwood in the Southern and the Headmaster’s office, whom I was supposed to go to.

“Mornin’.” A plump butcher grunted, walking past without a glance at me.

“Morning.” I replied quietly, looking back. That’s practically my total conversation with other’s for the day.

I walked along the beautifully designed path, skipping. I turned left, and walked through the gates of Headmaster Ambrose. I couldn’t wait to see what school I was to be in! My father was fire, and my mother was life. Hopefully I am life, because I would absolutely hate to be in my father’s school. Sabrina had gotten into my mother’s school, so hopefully I would get the same.

Headmaster Ambrose’s house was fully made out of marble, so it shone in the cold September sun. The large front doors were open, as though it was an ordinary house.

A couple of girls walked past me, chatting. I watched them walk into the house, and I followed nervously. Walking past them, one of the girls glanced at me and raised their eyebrow. I ignored it, and I was used to the whispers and stares. I was one for never talking to anybody, and yet I was known everywhere, considering that I’ve lived here my whole life.  

I continued forward, and despite the fact that the door was open, and the cold air was able to roam through the building, inside was surprisingly warm. There were mountains of books, packed on tables, desks, shelves and the floor. Through the spaces of the books, was Headmaster Ambrose at his desk, being talked to by the two girls.

I have heard many legendary stories about the Headmaster, none of which are probably true, but even standing there and looking at him gave me such a powerful feeling, and so unrealistic. Almost scary. I wondered how the two girls could act so normal in his presence!

The two girls walked away from his desk, and it took me a second that he was patiently waiting for me to walk up to him.

“I- uh.” Was all I could say when I stumbled toward his desk.

His glass eye, yes, a large glass eye, surveyed me as I felt my face turn hot red. What was I supposed to say to such a powerful man?

However, the Headmaster just smiled. “Are you the new Ravenwood student, I believe? Why, it’s a new year already! It’s impossible to keep track of time these days.”

I did a weak grin. “Yes, Headmaster. My name is Mary, Mary Ravengem, sir.”

“Wonderful!” The Headmaster stroked his beard and opened one of his drawers in his desk. He pulled out an old, frayed leather book. I noticed there was a rusty spiral on the front.

“We have so many things to catch up on.” The Headmaster trailed off. “Enrollment, School policies….”  He opened the book, and did a little wave with his hand. At first, I didn’t know what he did it for, until I heard the doors behind me close. I glanced back at them nervously.

“The event of earning your element of school is a very special process indeed, and we don’t want any interruptions.” Headmaster Ambrose explained. I nodded in reply, understanding.

Seven orbs of light shot out of the book, and seven sticks- no, wands, appeared above. A ruby wand over a red orb, a sapphire  wand over a blue orb, a amethyst wand over a purple orb, a jade wand over a green orb, a onyx wand over a black orb, a citrine wand over a white orb, and some kind of yellow gem over a yellow orb.

“Each of these wands and orbs mean something.” The Headmaster explained. “The ruby means Fire, the sapphire means Ice, the amethyst means Storm,  the onyx means Death, the jade means Life, the peridot means Myth, and finally, the citrine wand means the school of Balance. There are seven schools in total that we teach in Ravenwood. The Fire school represents passion, the Ice school represents honor, the Storm school represents bravery, the Myth school represents imagination, the Life school represents spirituality, the Death school represents power, and the Balance school represents harmony and equality.”

“Fascinating.” I gazed at the wands, my mind‘s mouth was watering over the taste of what school I belonged to. Was I supposed to grab a wand and then go? I didn’t move.

“Now, hold out your hand and close your eyes.” The Headmaster ordered. I did what I was told.

Prologue

The Tale of the Enchanted

Prologue

Far, far away from the planet earth, behind the burning sun sat Wizard City. Its gigantic tree named Bartebly, an ancient tree whom creates this world, sat in the very middle of this world, in the center of Ravenwood, school of magical arts. Bartebly, the ancient tree, once started as a seed with a mere patch of soil, grew and grew until it created this world. The enchanted people named Wizards, to get away from the burnings in Salem, moved to this world and in honor of Wizardry; they named this amazing world Wizard City. The great Enchanted Merlin, famous for his skill of magic and help in the foundation of Wizard City, started the school of Ravenwood. Along the path of Ravenwood walls sat

Unicorn Way

, a street where this fascinating, adventurous and mystical story begins…

Ten years before the present day.

A shadowed man watched as he invisibly floated among his dark magic. The shimmering lights of the stream around Unicorn Way Park magnified the beautiful little girl playing with a woman- his first and last love. Where did this glorious little girl come from? Her blonde, shimmery hair bounced in its pigtails, glimmering in the golden sun. The woman beside her, with her sunny hair and sparkling eyes, caressed the girl so lovingly. She waved her wand and when sparks flew out, the girl squealed with joy. The man could hear the woman’s beautiful laugh, the one the man certainly loved. His hatred for them grew and he couldn’t help from clenching his fists. How dare this beautiful woman that he had loved so much lie to him? How dare she have his child and keep it from him? His lover was pure, the life of the life magic- she certainly wouldn’t want her daughter to be influenced by Himself..? A death..! Ha!

The man disappears in a black cloud of smoke with a small pop. Amber DreamHunter looks up to see the last wisp of black smoke leave the sky. Her face turned white, and she hurried off with the cheerful child in her arms.

The man must be certain. What he has done made him in the history books…

He shall never return until its right. He shall not be caught trying to figure out if his daughter is alive or not…

If he figures it out, forever he will search for his powerful daughter, in return for himself to rule with as much magic as possible.

With a daughter so vulnerable, and such with talents…

He will be the most powerful necromancer of all time.

First post! :D

I want to thank my friends for helping me ;D And explain that this is a blog about the stories I will write (Quite evidently). I shall post the prologue of "The Tale of the Enchanted" in a while :D