Lux Academy; The Beginning

CHAPTER THREE: REBIRTH

It had been two weeks since Professor Crawford had convinced my father to let me attend Lux Academy. I was bursting at the seams with excitement as me and my father trekked through the forest, making our way toward the drop-off point. The golden bars of sunlight dappled the forest in an emerald haze, it was a beautiful sight.

"Hurry up!" I exclaimed as the trees started thinning out and I noticed a large clearing up ahead, with people bustling about.

I sped up not bothering to wait for my father, as he pulled along a wooden cart of everything I needed for Lux Academy. People scrambled everywhere, people my age.

I was finally going to be surrounded by people my age. I was finally going to experience new things. I felt excited that I was finally going to be able to mingle with people at the same stage of life as me, but I felt a little daunted as well. From the study that I had done on the magical races, they didn't particularly like non-magical kind.

But I couldn't help but stay optimistic and hope that no one looked down upon me because of it.

My father halted beside me, dropping the carts splintering wooden handles, panting with exhaustion.

"I don't understand why you need all this stuff," he grumbled.

"You're just lucky you didn't have to pay for it!" I joked.

"I suppose you're right," he laughed.

"Too much noise! I can't possibly sleep amongst all that!" Jet groaned.

I giggled and made my way over to his cage, sticking my fingers through its square holes. Jet brushed his cheek against my fingers, which made me feel warm inside.

"This is so exciting," I told him.

He parted his jaws in a wide yawn. "For you maybe but certainly not for me. I just want to sleep!"

My lips parted in a wide smile. "You're very sweet."

I turned back towards my father to find him watching the crowd with his beady oak-brown eyes.

"Shouldn't you be leaving?" I asked him.

"I should stay longer," he insisted.

"Hi, I hope I am not interrupting you two!"

A tall and slender girl, with tan skin like honey, short wavy light brown hair, and amber eyes, approached us. She looked only a year or two older than me. She was dressed in a plain white button-up shirt, with a small tie striped with orange and yellow, her skirt was a plaid orange and yellow, her socks were ankle height and white with one thin orange and yellow stripe, and her boots were completely black which contrasted her look.

"Hi, again! My name is Addison, I'm here to take care of all your luggage!" she explained.

"Oh, thank you," I beamed.

"Don't worry about it!" she said.

She pulled out a long slender and smooth oak wand and whispered something too quiet for me to hear, and then in an instant, all my luggage disappeared in a white flash, leaving the cart empty.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to the wonder of magic," I breathed.

"I'll see you around!" Addison said brightly before she disappeared into the throng of people.

"All my luggage is gone; I don't think you need to stay any longer. I'll be fine," I told my father.

He let out a heavy sigh, like the gusty wind on a moor. "I suppose you're right."