Forbidden Enchantment

Chapter 3

The first few weeks at the Academy of Mystical Arts and Sciences were a whirlwind for Alara. From the moment she entered her first class, she was overwhelmed by the sheer variety of subjects and the complexity of what they had to learn. The curriculum was designed to cater to the different abilities of all magical creatures, which was considered a lot to internalize. Alara's schedule was packed with fascinating Courses.

In "Elemental Control," she learned how to use and manipulate her waterpower. This course was particularly challenging as Alara was still discovering the extent of her abilities. The practical lessons were strict and demanding. One day, they had to create water constructs, create intricate shapes, and maintain their shape. Another day, they learned to purify water and turn cloudy liquid into crystal clear water with a single touch. The young fairy was amazed at the witches, who could cast complicated spells with a wave of the hand, and the demons, who could summon fire and shadow at will.

In "Magical Theory," they explored the fundamental principles that underlie all magic, be it the sorcery of witches, the innate abilities of demons, or the transformative powers of shapeshifters. Alara found this course fascinating but complex, as it required a deep understanding of the laws of magic and how to apply them. The class included detailed diagrams and complex incantations that made her head spin, but she was determined to understand each concept.

Another subject was "Combat Training," where students learned to defend themselves and master their unique powers in combat. Alara, who had always seen herself as a thinker rather than a fighter, found this course intimidating but exciting. The practical sessions were intensive, with the students practicing their skills in pairs. The petite redhead learned to use her waterpower defensively, creating shields and barriers to protect herself from attacks. She also practiced offensive techniques, such as creating water whips and explosions to disarm opponents. Full of awe, she watched as hybrids, a mixture of different magical creatures, showed their versatile fighting skills.

Despite the intensity of her lessons, Alara quickly became friends with a lot of other students. Her atypical appearance and personality fascinated them, and they admired her for not conforming to the stereotypical fairy image. Alara appreciated their acceptance and enjoyed the diversity of her new friends. They came from different backgrounds and species, each bringing their own stories and experiences.

One of her favourite moments, however, was during her lunch break, when she sat with Carmy and her friends Ash, Vlad, and Lila. They were a lively bunch, their conversations full of laughter and friendly banter. Ash's mischievous nature, Vlad's polite demeanour, and Lila's rebellious spirit made for a dynamic group. The fairy felt welcome and appreciated, even though she couldn't help but feel slightly different. The demon and the three vampires were powerful and confident, embracing their darker nature in a way that Alara couldn't fully identify with. Although they were friendly and inclusive, Alara knew they weren't like her. Their world was one of shadows and intensity, while hers was rooted in nature and light, even if she presented herself differently on the outside.

As the weeks went by, Alara's confidence grew. She participated more in class discussions, asked questions, and even helped her classmates when she could. She was particularly fond of "Herbalism and Potions," where her knowledge of plants came in handy. The professor, a kind-hearted witch named Professor Elaria, was particularly interested in Alara's abilities, and often asked her to demonstrate techniques to the class. Practical lessons included making potions to heal or enhance skills and identifying various magical plants and their uses. The scent of fresh herbal tea that Professor Elaria always brewed in class calmed Alara and helped her focus on the complex lessons.

But despite her growing comfort, there was one presence that continued to worry her—Blake. He was always nearby, flanked by his retinue of demons who seemed to idolize him. Alara often caught him watching her, his piercing blue eyes filling with an unreadable intensity. Whenever their eyes met, Blake sneered, letting her heart race with a mixture of fear and defiance.