Book Ideas

Mages Of Light

Okay so this is just a little warning on the book - ITS NOT SUPPOSED TO MAKE SENSE XD - by means of that you have to read the WHOLE story to understand what the character is going on about - this is only a test book so honestly I wouldnt suggest reading this unless you want to be hold up - Its like waiting for a book that you want to read, and they update AFTER a year has gone by. So please if you do not wish to wait dont read the book since its only a trial book - If you wish for me to keep updating it just msg me - I dont want publishment I only want readers happiness ^-^

My life?

My life you ask..

My life.. Is like a rope.

I’m holding onto the last thread hoping. Just hoping. Someone will catch my fall.

I’m not lonely. I have friends. I’m just feeling lonely. I feel the need to not live.

The need to fight for life. But life is not living without accepting your own demise.

I’m surrounded with goods, that I notice the bads. I’m struggling.

Not with grades, or substantial things.

I have plenty of friends.

I’m just struggling. I feel so lonely. I feel worthless.

I’m just average. A shadow to a higher cause.

Am I really JUST normal? Do I really deserve anything?

I smile, I cry, I destroy, I demise.

I sleep, I eat, I pray, I laugh.

So what am I missing? The missing hole in me. The adventure of something.

What makes me so empty. What can make me whole?

What adventure can save me?

“Hey Mackenzie” the sounds echo through my blank head, my body floating in a black void. “MACKENZIE!” I jump awake and notice my surroundings. Someone sitting in front of me “What what what?” my blank eyes fill with a blank life that wishes to loose itself, to give up that hope. “Your name is Mackenzie, correct?” I stare at the strange blonde, new girl? “Yes. Who are you?”

“Me? My lady I’m Samantha Jones, AKA Sam!” she shouts excitedly I stare unamused as the whispers are heard around the class. Great now she’s going to be a shadow just like me, fitting in with society.  I stare at her green eyes, filled with life and happiness. “You new?” I ask a little toneless. She nods her head slowly smiling at me. “Can we hang out at lunch? I have no friends and I noticed you were just sitting here a little lifeless, I wish to help you with that” and this. This is were my story began.

Where I made a friend.

My life.

My missing hole.

The kinda happiness I needed.

My best friend. My power. My hope.

The warmth that surrounds me right now, my TRUE happiness as my arms are loose to my side. My friend. My best friend. Hugging me. The truth that hits me. Gone. Really gone. My sister. Dead. Mother. Injured. Father.. my father.. missing..

This war. Stupid stupid war.

What ever you name them. We call mages. I go to a school. A school where humans live. But I to am not ‘human’. I’m one of those mages. I have a special magic though. Not noticeable to other people by tests or anything. Only mages can see it. Humans just see this as a weird formation. Different colour eyes. Mages can see the truth. While humans. Humans make fun of it.

One eye yellow. One eye blue.

The power of Etheoria.

The knowledge of Magic. The origin. The creation. The light. The dark.

I am not normal, to humans nor mages.

Humans I’m a threat. To mages I’m their saviour.

My best friend. Sam. Slowly releases me from this warm embrace to comfort me. The wet tears, warm on my cheeks. Rolling down so fast letting the next ones drop closely by. The pain. The guilt.

I was only curious. Just the curiosity.

Guess curiosity did kill the cat.

This case. It tore and mauled at my family.

The separation. The taken. The missing. The death.

I will return my family. I will find them. I will save them.

I raise my hands and move the tears from my face and sniffle softly.

Time to take this risk. Time to move on. Time to act.

“Lets keep moving, at this rate they will catch us.”

Sam nods, understanding my situation.

We are running from a human cooperation known as ‘C.O.R.R.U.P.T’

I know them for the corruption they cause. The murdering of the mages. My kind.

The people killed through their society. My peoples blood on their hands.

We run. Run from the life that we should have. Just to save lives. We promised never to hurt people. While they promised to murder us.

They truly are corrupt.

We were forced to listen to their rules. Murder our own people for our own survival. While we refused. They slaughtered us.

So now.

Its our turn to return the favour. Its our time to rule.

We are finished of the running.

They started this war, and were ending it.

WE. WILL. LIVE. AS. PEOPLE.