The first part of the VERY FIRST STORY I WROTE

This is the smaller, more horrid version of the story that is on this blog that I wrote in 5th grade. It is seven pages. All the mistakes and everything weren't fixed, so you can see them. This is mainly for amusing purposes.
Here it is, haha:

The Very First Story (Seven pages)

The Savior of Wizard City

I put my hair up into a ponytail as I wiped the end of summer sweat off my face. Sixth grade was going to be fun I thought, full of math, science, reading, and more complicated stuff- yay me!

“MARY!” my mom yelled.

“What?” I grumbled, knowing she didn’t hear me. I didn’t get up, my legs are so stiff from sitting by the flower bed for hours.

“MARY, ITS DINNER TIME!” my mom bellowed.

I still didn’t get up. Mom came out and almost DRAGGED me into the house, made me wash off of course. At dinner time mom wasn’t mad, not even dad! I ate my food slowly as they just stared at me in delight.

“Mary,” dad said in a weird cheerful voice. “When you wake up in the morning don’t be alarmed or scared.”

“What?” I asked In an unknowledgeable way. But my parents said nothing else.

I went into a slow deep sleep. Then I saw a man- with a long silver beard, and hair, with a bright blue glass eye!

He was looking into a crystal ball.

“Look Gamma! We finally found one!” Said the Wizard

He’s talking to his pet owl! I thought.

“This Wizard has amazing potential!” Said the Wizard

Wait! There’s no such thing! Why is this man in my head? But I stopped thinking when I saw the owl speak.

“Where?” Asked the owl.

The owl spoke! I thought in shock.

“Oh my!” Said the Wizard in great amazement . “On a world that doesn’t even believe in magic I wonder what Wizard they will become.” Said the Wizard.

Then I was there, in real life! With a mad man showing me seven wands.

“Say hello to our newest student Mary Ravengem!” He told his owl.

“Where am I?” I asked shyly.

“Let me introduce myself-my name is Professor Merle Ambrose” . “And this is Gamma!” He showed me his pet owl.

“You’re a wizard Mary, a special one too!” “But let us get you into your school first!”

He showed me which wand was what.

“There are seven schools, Fire, Ice, and Storm are the three most powerful schools yet, Myth, Life, and Death are powerful but not nearly as the others- Then Balance, I was Balance myself! Balance is all schools. Try the wands”. He said.

I picked up an Icy looking wand, I waved it but  nothing happened, then I picked up a wand on fire- it burnt me of course, I tried all the wands except balance, I slowly took it, suddenly I felt warmth through my fingers-was it glowing? It   was!

“Congratulations!” Ambrose said happily, “your balance!”

“Now I will tell you why you are so special right now….The death teacher Malistair has gone bad, he’s gone so bad I’m afraid his school got  torn from Ravenwood-oh dear!” “I forgot to tell you about ravenwood! Ravenwood is where the schools are.I believe that he made the school tear apart from Ravenwood, but no one knows-and we picked you because of your potential and your true bravery you will show later on, to defeat Malistair, but I shouldn’t worry you-you will have to learn powerful spells and learn a lot before you defeat him.” The Headmaster said.

Before I could speak he led me outside- It wasn’t really a city, more of a village, there were bridges, and a waterfall with lots of houses and some trees, and a big pond in the middle!

Then Ambrose spoke, “you must do quests in order to save wizard city.”He stopped in his tracks.

“Its not time to see your teacher.” So he led me to Ravenwood and led me to a- is that what I think it is?  I gasped! There was a tall dog dressed in a nice velvet suit with a top hat and a suit case.

“Hello young one” said the dog as he looked at me.

“This is your new student-Mary RavenGem! Said Ambrose.

“I see” said the dog-that-seemed-to-be-my-new-teacher.

Ambrose whispered something into the dogs ear.

“Ah… She is?” Asked the professor.

“Indeed, yes” Ambrose answered.

The dog turned to me-“my name is professor Wethersfeild, your teacher”. He held out his paw-I took it sluggishly.

Ambrose looked at his pocket watch, “dear me!” “I must be going now” . I fell backwards in shock as he TELEPORTED away!

“Young one, you have much to learn.” Said the professor.

“You may see I’m a dog- I’ll explain, you see, I come from a world named Marleybone, where animals such as dogs, cats, mice, and rats work like people, but we animals don’t use magic, we use science. I will now teach you a spell, it is called The sacred beetle, or as known as the Sacred only, it does some damage, at least 65%.” Said the professor.

After I was taught I found a few quests from people, I found when I was doing quests Wizard city WAS in trouble! There were ghosts (that I had to fight) called “Lost souls” and other dead or diseased creatures.

I finished Unicorn way with the lost souls and skeletons, Unicorn way is one of the places cursed by Malistair-there are very less places that aren’t cursed right now.

So I was going to a new place to help and do quests, it is called Olde town, Olde town is a little place that is an entrance to three roads, “Triton avenue”,” Cyclops lane”, and “Fire cat alley”.

Most of the quests in Olde town is for those reads, the creatures here are again the dead-there are ghosts but they’re stronger and harder, there are dead men named “Rotting Fodders”  , that is usually triton avenue.

Cyclops lane has Monatours and trolls and Cyclops.

Fire cat alley has Fire elves and Magma men.

Eventually I did all the quests in Olde town and the other roads as well.

I traveled around wizard city defeating and helping others-learning new spells as I passed grades! I finished the Dark cave and the Haunted Cave, I finished a place called Nightside and Sunken city.

A year passed and I did all the quests and help I could do, and I graduated from Ravenwood but Ambrose told me by letter to come see him.

I went inside the Headmaster’s tower, Ambrose looked worried and gloomy.

“Professor?” I said in a curious voice.

“The year has passed and Malistair has ran to a different world”. Professor said gloomily.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Malistair is gone, he excaped”. Ambrose said.

“What should I do?” I asked.

“Malistair has gone to a world named Krokotopia”. Said Ambrose. “You will need to go there and cure the world before its too late, and get Malistair, I’m afraid”.

“How?” I asked.

“I will give you the key to the door of worlds, it’s in the grandfather tree in Ravenwood (every school has a talking tree).

So I traveled to Ravenwood, as I got in a saw door in the grandfather tree0 I went inside it, Then I saw another door- I tried opening it but it was locked, I tried the key and it opened, then I went inside, it was blank, after a moment I felt heat and I was in Krokotopia.

I saw this weird “Lizard” that seemed to be waiting for me.

“Welcome visitor” Said the Lizard “I’m a mander!”

“Um, hello mander?” Not knowing what a mander is.

“Since you are in Krokotopia you may explore, the Pyramid of the sun has places with cursed Kroks and Manders that LOVE  fight, so I say don’t go in there-otherwise you may explore.” Said the mander.

“Ok”. I said eagerly.

Sneak peek, b/c I've been having troubles writing the last chapter :P

Sneak peak

            I try to get past Caspian, trying to protect him. Caspian, however, stops me with his arm. “I will break your leg if you do that.”

I protested silently, but I felt frozen in place. Caspian looks back at the demons. “There’s nothing here for you.”

Malistaire walks past the demons, and they separate and stand like body guards. Caspian is surprised at my father’s arrival, but doesn’t show fear. He never shows fear.

I recall the words that Nikki spoke, loud and echoing, as if she was here, whispering in my ear.  He will get his vengeance. Your friends, your family, and everyone that you ever loved.

Caspian walks forward slowly, eyes determined, standing up straight and proud, as always. I knew what was going to happen, but there was no way to stop it. My feet were glued to the floor, and my mouth was gagged by an invisible rope.

Malistaire is suddenly in front of Caspian in a matter of seconds, faster than a vampire or werewolf (which was impossible, I had been learning), with a sword in his stomach. Caspian’s heart-wrenching grunt of pain sends waves of fear through me, and I felt a terrible dying feeling press inside me, squeezing my lungs and heart.

“Caspian!” I screamed, trying to help him, but I magically could not move.

Caspian is breathes hard, and doesn’t fight back. It wasn’t like him.  He cries out when Malistaire twists the sword in his stomach. He whispers quietly, pleading for me. “Mary…”

Malistaire pulls the sword out and Caspian falls to the ground.  

“NO!” I screamed, my voice breaking in the end as I fall to the ground with him, cradling him in my arms, as he bled.

He will get his vengeance.  Your friends, your family, and on everyone you ever loved.

It repeat like a warning, frighteningly honest.

Malistaire watches, smiling, his hands gleaming in Caspian’s blood. I gape as somebody comes up behind him, hands also covered in blood, but had never touched Caspian himself.

Wolf stood there, with no emotion on his face. His eyes were blank; no mercy in his eyes.

I held Caspian’s precious face in my hands, so strong that I couldn’t bear it. I didn’t understand why he wasn’t healing, like he healed in the night that we were attacked in Marleybone.

But Wolf wouldn’t betray us. He was good. He couldn’t do that to us.

Something was more wrong then it already was.

I sobbed over Caspian, shooting pains strangling my heart. I wonder how Malistaire could just stand there, marveling his work, and not kill me. I wonder how he could bewitch Wolf into my mind, making him look as if he was part of my love’s fatal wound. How could he not kill me, when I want to beg for it? How could he let me stand this pain?

The scene changes and I am not rooted to the spot, but running to my sisters for help in a graveyard. The sky is dark with millions of stars, and there is a grey mist looming over the graves. I ran past them, and instead of seeing the usual angel statues, I saw wraiths with their hands outstretched and demons with mutated faces. I whimper and run, looking for my friends.

 I suddenly see Abby, and I cry out her name. I see Nikki, Sophia, Ellie, and Bell. They look somehow shocked, and scared.

“What’s going on?” I notice their fear, and suddenly stop running.

Their bodies quickly turn into smoke, and I begin to run again. Rushing towards where they had stood, I felt tears running down my face. My head pounded, and whatever was chasing me, I hoped to death it couldn’t hear my heartbeat. I wondered if anything was chasing me at all, or if it was just my fears. Looking around, I gasped.

 There were five graves, all facing me, while I stood in the middle. Crying out, I fell, holding myself. Roots from the ground grab my ankles and wrists, and hold me down when the graves with my sister’s names come forward, moving towards me. I look farther, and I see more names. I see the names of Sierra, Alia, Ronan, Fiona, Rowan, Caspian, Ambrose, Richard; people of the Order, Enforcement, Ravenwood, Mooshu- everybody’s names on them start to move forward. I even saw Wolf’s, whom I just saw with Malistaire, not committing the crime of killing my true love, but perhaps being framed for it. I was suffocating.

I felt memories swimming through my mind as I cried, trying to block out my fears of the deaths of everybody I loved, everybody who I ever met, everybody that were all innocent.

Every word was so vivid and memorizing, for it was cold and hard set in my mind, forever shocking and catching flame my love and compassion of who I cared for.

I was still alive, but I felt as my heart was dead.

            I was one of those who would be broken beyond repair if the people I loved were killed before my eyes would be me.

I heard Caspian’s voice, memories from sitting near the fireplace in his manor: “You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real?”

“Real, because that's what you and I do, protect each other.” I had answered, because it was the truth.

I saw the night stars swirling, like a whirl pool in the sky. The circular, spinning diagram, like a spinning wheel of design. The symbol of the Angels; the symbol that was tattooed onto the back our necks, showing who we really were on the inside. Special.

More tears ran down my face.

           “It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.” 

The roots around my wrists and ankles let go.

“Numbing the pain for a while will only make it worse when you finally feel it.” Abby’s voice was just as sympathetic and honest as it was the first time. I yearned to reach out to her, or reach out to anybody, but I was alone.

I felt butterflies in my stomach and my head fly back, and I woke up in cold sweat, tangled in my sheets in my bed. 

This scene is NOT official, which means that it can be edited ANY TIME. It most likely wont, however. Hope you liked it!
-Bloody Mary <3