Magikal

~Magikal Chapter 2~

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Like to say thank you to those who read my story :D Changed the catergories and I'm thinking of a way to address you guys and saying the magikal fans.... sounds cool? I want to thank you guys for the support so read on!

-PoisonedBlythe A.K.A she's currently dying from the posion <3

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Chapter 2: Explaination Mayhem

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Her wine red eyes fluttered open as she groaned, her aching muscles making a quick return, reminding her of the events that just happened a few hours ago. She could almost feel her brain muscles twitching from her sore body and her heart palpitating, trying hard to get her body to function well again.

She immediately shot out of her bed when she finally realized that she wasn’t in the comfort of her own home or maybe a dark cell with a leaky ceiling and what not. In fact, she felt more than home with the warm glow that the filament bulbs gave out, or the warm scent of lavender that filled the room.

There was a mahogany wooden table at the far end of the room she was in, the oil lamp flickering hazily, making Calanda wonder briefly if the Victorian Era even needed such an old tool ever since Thomas Edison created the bulb. The desk surface could barely be seen under the heaps of paperwork, the only thing standing in contrast was the quill pen that lay dipped in the Indian ink. The ceiling was more like an aslant roof, with weird paintings like the harp, the four elements and a few dozens of animals.

A medieval armour was placed next to the desk, with a set of weaponry hung above it, the pristine metal glinting against the flickering flames, giving it an impression where it was more lethal and deadly than it should be. A few black and white pictures were placed in golden frames, signifying that it held an importance.

But somehow, the paintings did not overdo each other, only complementing each other in harmony, as if it was puzzle pieces that formed a whole.

The black-haired girl grasped onto the headboard of the bed in order to stop herself from falling, steadying her breaths, calmness and tranquillity gathered more quickly than she thought she would.

“I presume you are well and awake?” A deep bass tone infiltrated her ears, making her jump a little, grabbing her pin, ready to throw it like a dart at the threat. She only eased from her position when it was just a man, dressed in a slightly casual fashion and seemed to pose no harm to her petite self.

He was probably in his mid-forties, slight greying in his chocolate brown hair. He wore a simple white shirt that had a winged collar, with a dark blue vest above it and a red tie. His cuff links were undone and he wore green and yellow checker pants. He had likeable smile with no wrinkles except laugh lines visible.

“For goodness sake, haven’t you heard that scaring people isn’t one of the things you should commonly do?” She blurted out, her cheeks turning red from her sudden outburst.

The man just chuckled at her expense, smiling warily at the confused red-eyed girl. “I know that fairly well, my dear, Miss Calanda LaBelle, it is a pleasure of mine to meet you, I am Mahieu.”

Shooting a quizzical look at him, she relaxed her tense shoulders. “Well Sir Mahieu, a rather odd name you have there but don’t mind me asking, where exactly am I and how did I arrive at this place?”

“Where are my manners?” The brown-eyed man smiled. “Welcome to Promenus Academy, the school for the powerful and gifted. Our exact location is in Nevada, Baja California Peninsula. Deep within the forest range, exactly 299 miles away from the Las Vegas.”