Aurora:
In a world where love had to be earned I would never be good enough. I was the black sheep in the family, the witch without magic.
While my sister excelled in every type of way I had to suffer in silence, tormented by the people I should ha...
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It was Friday evening and the whole troop was gathered in front of the academy's gate. Rumors had spread that today another trip would await us. The whole group was buzzing with energy, excited to get out of the academy for some time. Meanwhile I was waiting in dimmed excitement. While I was happy to get out there was one person I didn't want to see. I had avoided him until now, feeling too stupid to face him. Why had I even expected him to be nice?
Finally I heard loud footsteps squelching the water in the wet grass on the yard. The weather had been awful the last few days which soothed my sorrow for not being able to leave the academy. While in the beginning I had been able to come to terms with staying inside, now that there was a whole room of people that I desperately needed to avoid I felt suffocated in the academy. Everything had gotten complicated during the last few weeks, making me poke my fingers in anxiety. By now, they were raw and bloody but I couldn't stop the nervous thoughts that caught up to me while cleaning.
But I needed to hold on for now.
Finally, Ronan came through the gate, holding his two blades in his hands. He looked like a god of war which he essentially was. His achievements were hailed by all and watching him stalk over the yard made his power all too evident. While walking he put his blades back into his pockets, storing them safely.
'Has anyone here ever been to a dungeon?" He asked without stopping. His movements split the crowd in two so that he could position himself right in front of everyone. I quietly and carefully walked backwards, not wanting to face him. Ugh, why had I been so stupid?
I was glad that for once I at least knew some things about the topic. Dungeons were places infested with magic. Oftentimes when political opponents of the government were persecuted they didn't want their belongings to be accessible. Whenever people had access to huge amounts of magic and money they became greedy, not wanting to share any of their legacy. It was weird that people thought that they could claim magic for themselves when magic could never truly be owned.
I had never been to a dungeon personally since I had no powers -at least back then- but had oftentimes heard of witches from my covens who went to concur one and either didn't return or returned with riches unimaginable. My coven was famous because of these concurs but I had never actually been part of that.
But now I had powers, admittedly I didn't know how to use them but they had saved me twice now. Once when fighting the girl which seemed awfully far away now, and the second time when fighting the dog or whatever that had been.
Some girl whose name I thought was Fern held up her hand. "Only one? That's a little disappointing, don't you think?" He asked into the round. Among the normal citizen only about 1% had actually been to a dungeon and survived so why had he expected differently?
"Nevertheless, we are going to the Atticus Greenich dungeon. Has anyone ever heard of him?" He asked but once again my mind came up empty.
"Atticus Greenich. A witch that turned to dark magic. He killed over 150 people trying to conjure magic from the underworld" Fern explained.
