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- Jan 8, 2020
Cassandria had never known magic beyond the showy magicians one saw on the television or at a show. The ones that sawed women in half and pulled rabbits from hats. Sure every child at some point had pretended they had powers, but she had also pretended to be a mermaid. That was no closer to reality than having magical powers.
If asked about her life, if she had felt magical Cassie would have said no. Lucky maybe, very very lucky.. But magical? Odd things sometimes happened, sure.. But everyone had that sort of thing happen, right? Like wanting it to rain so bad and having a freak storm sweep through. Nothing more than happenstance, coincidence. At least.. That was what she thought until a peculiar woman knocked on the door one sweltering summer day.
Her name was Estelle Morelli. Her short, elegant hair was silver, tinged almost pale pink had been pristine despite the heat. Her clothing prim and neat. Her jade green eyes shrewd. Her tone was that of the ideal teacher, sharp and no nonsense if slightly accented. May she come in, she had matters to discuss. A creamy beige envelope of parchment hand been handed over. The scrolling font on the front read “Opradnine, Academy Of The Arcane” In a deep blue.
As one expected Cassie had simply stared at the woman, her mouth slightly agape. The look not changing as Professor Morelli went into further detail. Had Cassandria never wondered about certain things. Had she not found this or that odd? The questions met with a non pulsed shake of her head, cornsilk yellow hair swaying heavily. No, she hadn’t. Why would she have? Magic.. Wasn’t real. The soft smile on Professor Morelli’s face had been sympathetic, and then she had said a few words in a language Cassie didn’t know. Cassie was left staring at a squirrel. It’s fur was the same pale silvery pink, the eyes the same sharp jade. Cassie didn’t faint.. But she had squeaked and felt rather ill.
It took Professor Morelli a few hours to convince her that this was all real.. And a few more hours for them to convince her family. Next year she wouldn’t be going back to highschool... She’d be going to the Academy. There she would be trained into a fine witch. Molded and shaped to help better both worlds. Professor Morelli would come back in a week’s time. She would guide them to the Eotaris Bazaar and then leave them to do the shopping before escorting Cassandria and her familiar (who she was to try and find at the Bazaar) to the school for a quick orientation and tour.
The Bazaar was unlike anything they had ever seen before, Cassandria and her family stood in the ornate entryway. Cassandria gasped softly, her smaller hand finding solace in Nathan’s broader one. He had always been her rock and it took a lot for her to not cuddle back into him for security. “Look at this...”
If asked about her life, if she had felt magical Cassie would have said no. Lucky maybe, very very lucky.. But magical? Odd things sometimes happened, sure.. But everyone had that sort of thing happen, right? Like wanting it to rain so bad and having a freak storm sweep through. Nothing more than happenstance, coincidence. At least.. That was what she thought until a peculiar woman knocked on the door one sweltering summer day.
Her name was Estelle Morelli. Her short, elegant hair was silver, tinged almost pale pink had been pristine despite the heat. Her clothing prim and neat. Her jade green eyes shrewd. Her tone was that of the ideal teacher, sharp and no nonsense if slightly accented. May she come in, she had matters to discuss. A creamy beige envelope of parchment hand been handed over. The scrolling font on the front read “Opradnine, Academy Of The Arcane” In a deep blue.
As one expected Cassie had simply stared at the woman, her mouth slightly agape. The look not changing as Professor Morelli went into further detail. Had Cassandria never wondered about certain things. Had she not found this or that odd? The questions met with a non pulsed shake of her head, cornsilk yellow hair swaying heavily. No, she hadn’t. Why would she have? Magic.. Wasn’t real. The soft smile on Professor Morelli’s face had been sympathetic, and then she had said a few words in a language Cassie didn’t know. Cassie was left staring at a squirrel. It’s fur was the same pale silvery pink, the eyes the same sharp jade. Cassie didn’t faint.. But she had squeaked and felt rather ill.
It took Professor Morelli a few hours to convince her that this was all real.. And a few more hours for them to convince her family. Next year she wouldn’t be going back to highschool... She’d be going to the Academy. There she would be trained into a fine witch. Molded and shaped to help better both worlds. Professor Morelli would come back in a week’s time. She would guide them to the Eotaris Bazaar and then leave them to do the shopping before escorting Cassandria and her familiar (who she was to try and find at the Bazaar) to the school for a quick orientation and tour.
The Bazaar was unlike anything they had ever seen before, Cassandria and her family stood in the ornate entryway. Cassandria gasped softly, her smaller hand finding solace in Nathan’s broader one. He had always been her rock and it took a lot for her to not cuddle back into him for security. “Look at this...”
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