Liza's Enchanted Legacy : Unveiling the Sorcerer's Curse -book 1

Chapter three : In the Whispers of the Dust, Liza's Secret Unleashed

Eager to unravel the mysteries concealed within the haunting library, our group silently ventured inside, a collective chill sending shivers down our spines amidst the dusty, dimly lit space. Cody's voice trembled as he aptly noted, "This gives us the haunting vibes."

Surveying the scattered shelves, we encountered a myriad of ancient books, each whispering tales of history and fantasy that mesmerised us. Amidst the intriguing volumes, my gaze snagged onto a strange looking brown book, its wooden cover suggesting a story waiting to be unfurled. Struggling to extract it, I placed it on a table surrounded by four chairs, as if expecting our quartet.

With a flurry of dust and an echoing bang, we were enveloped in a fit of coughs, drawing our collective attention to the mysterious book. Seated, I began reading from the prologue, "unveiling a guide for sorcerers to master potent spells" I read... including one that piqued our collective curiosity – "Bring it to life", This was a spell... The notion of such magic left us all on edge. I continued "When you picture something in your mind, and say 'my mind is picturing you... come to life with no blood covered on you' it comes to life." We all creeped out! However, it said only sorcerers are capable of it.

In the midst of enchantment, a spark of curiosity ignited within me. "This feels so tangible, not just a fantasy! Perhaps it's not merely a tale; maybe magic is real," I declared, my words weaving a tapestry of wonder. Laughter erupted around me as the others dismissed my musings.

Amid the amusement, Ella's voice, a beacon of reason, cut through, "Quit the whimsical talk, Liza! Don't let the enchantment overwhelm you. It's all a fairytale..." The others joined in laughter, mocking my fanciful thoughts.

Undeterred, I stood my ground with newfound determination, proclaiming, "Well, there's only one way to unveil the truth! Despite the 'only sorcerers can do this' disclaimer, my instincts insist I can." My words, a bravado blend of courage and certainty, echoed in the magical ambiance of the library.

I pictured a magical weapon that looked like a sword, and said "my mind is picturing you... come to life with no blood covered on you". Any moment, Intrigue transformed into awe as a brilliant white light surrounded me, prompting my friends to retreat momentarily. Emerging from the light, I revealed a magical weapon, my mind's creation now tangible.

Emboldened by this newfound power, my friends attempted the spell but faltered. It became apparent – I was a sorcerer. In the subsequent days, we immersed ourselves in ancient magical tomes, mastering spells that transformed mundane moments and made life more manageable.

After mastering the magical spells, I used it to pass my mock tests, do my homework, stop time in order to sleep more before going to school so that I am not late... and more. I also used it on those who bullied me and my innocent friends, upon my teachers who gave us a lot of homework too. With magic coursing through our fingertips, life became an exhilarating tapestry of enchantment, effortlessly weaving through challenges and transforming the mundane into extraordinary enthusiasm!

Just as we reveled in the enchantment around us, and thought everything was going smoothly, an ominous twist darkened our high school narrative. A string of student deaths, cunningly labeled as accidents by our oblivious principal, cast an eerie shadow. My intuition, finely tuned by sorcerer instincts, whispered that these weren't accidents, but associates with a magical undercurrent, an unsettling annual occurrence.

Pooling our concerns in a hushed discussion, Ella, Cody, Parker, and I reached an unanimous decision. A daring resolve fueled by curiosity compelled us to revisit the Forbidden Library, not just for the school's history but to unravel the secrets concealed within books pulsating with a touch of magic.