Mystic Academy: Accepted

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It rang out from the lesson.
Finally, I thought. Finally, this horrible day is over.
I really didn't really mind school, I was the best student in my age. I had always had it easy for me. But it was hard to be completely happy when I knew that I could have something more. That I could have something magical, and that literally.
But it wasn't like that. I would never get the chance to go to Mystic.

I grew up like a completely normal girl. The dream of one day taking place with every other child at Mystic Academy was long dead. Mother had seen to that. She had been a teacher there, before the accident. Simon's accident.

Mom had forced me to have a normal childhood. Pretend like nothing happened. I needed to lie to my friends, and say that Simon had some serious disease that made him need to be isolated, that it was only me and Mother who could stay with him.

They never said anything about him, they just accepted the lie.

I hated the need to lie. I hated it so much. But I knew it was for the best of Canai. No normal could find out about the magic country's existence, even less its magical school.

I had always dreamed about going to Mystic, to feel the magic, to get to feel grown up, learn things. Develop. I had always been a little jealous of Simon, he actually had gotten to go there for two years before the accident happened.

I knew I wouldn't get to. I had no ability. It had been blocked, taken away from me. That's why there was no chance that I would get in, if even pass the test.

Simon's ability took over when he was fifteen. The ability to see into the future. He became a prisoner in his own body, and his Mystic Stella, a brown barn owl, became as trapped as her master. Simon's tattoo was proof of that.
The face was drawn with thin lines, only contours. Stella had been a nice bird. Now she wasn't dead, but when the slightest issue occurs with a student's ability its Mystic can't be out freely, but becomes trapped and gets to be that until the student gets well again.

But Simon couldn't be cured.

Mom cut off all contact with everything surrounding Canai when his ability took over. Mom and Dad treated him like he was already lost, they had already accepted it. But I refused to admit it to myself, refused to agree to it. They had searched in vain for a solution, but gave up quickly. They saw no way out.

But I had never stopped hoping. There was a way to solve everything. There was, right? I refused to believe otherwise. I would get my brother back, no matter how hard it was, how many setbacks I would face.