Mishaps and Magic: Episode 1

Episode 1

The kingdom of Langarmy, nestled between the Pastian Sea and the Comuni Mountains. This land is filled with rich farmlands and glorious cities. The people of Langarmy are a hardworking and loyal bunch, just on the cusp of the industrial revolution that has swept the kingdom to the north. However, Langarmy is not known best for it's farmlands nor it's glorious cities, but the castle built upon Mount Saromon, Assani's School of Sorcerry. This prestigious school was created by Mr. Assani himself, to teach the prospective youth how to control the magic around and within them. The school has four magics one can major in, Natural Magic, Spiritual Magic, Draconic Magic, and Dark Magic. The school is always full of life and with the new year, comes new students.

A wagon pulled by two sturdy brown horses carries two teenagers along with the usual bushels of hay. They push down the dusty road to the quaint town under the looming shadow of the academy. The townsfolk look out their windows and stand in the streets observing the fresh faces who will be attending the school. Many walk the wide path, but our interest rests upon the two in the wagon. Steering the cart is a boy of about 15 years of age. His dusty brown hair sticks out in every direction possible. With his bright hazel eyes framed by his light tan skin and large grin, his name is Porri, yes, an odd name I know, but it's his. He looks back to his sleeping companion, a girl who has nestled herself in the bales of hay. She is almost 16 years old and her name is Irsa. Its pronounced Ear-sa, but she won't say that directly. For you see, this blonde haired lass isn't much for spoken word. However, with her pale skin and unusual orange eyes, she is quite the extrovert. Porri looked around at the others approaching the castle with them. A girl on a black horse accompanied by a girl on a white one caught his eye first, then he scanned the wide diversity of teens. As the cart neared the bridge many students stopped and dismounted their horses. He stopped his cart and turned around,

"Irsa, hey Irsa wake up!" He poked her cheek and she sat up slowly yawning. She looked up the the looming castle and gasped. The two exchanged smiles as they got out of the cart with their packs of stuff. A deep blue carriage stopped next to them, pulled by pure white horses and looking very out of place. Irsa watched as the doors opened and a young man stepped out, dressed to the nines in fancy clothing. He had shaven hair on both sides of his head with slicked back, black hair down the center. His darkly tan skin and piercing blue eyes made him a huge contrast from Irsa in her dusty red dress and long white apron. He looked her over almost scornfully before walking to the bridge with two servants carrying his stuff. Porri huffed and nudged Irsa along. His dirty white shirt and overalls made him look like the most boring person ever, but Porri had a fascination with mechanical devices.

They walked along the large zig-zag bridge to the castle. Each turn had a large orb representing each house of magic. The first one was a deep purple with swirls of grey surrounding it. Porri noticed the two girls from earlier, the one who had been riding the black horse stared at the orb while the other questioned her about her major. Slowly but surely they made their way to the second orb, A golden sphere with green wisps circling it. The girl who was on the white horse seemed very excited to point out that this one represented her major. Porri chuckled along with Irsa who kept her eyes trained on the last orb. The next one they passed was a deep earthen brown with red swirls, Porri took a liking to this one in particular. They boy from the carriage passed the "last orb" ahead of them, a light blue with dark blue wrapping around it. It matched his cape colour nicely. He walked into the school gates but soon stopped to hear his servants calling out to him. Turning he saw they had not crossed the threshold into the school grounds.

"What are you two doing? Come here!" He ordered. One servant shook slightly as he spoke,

"W-We can't sir! It's some kind of barrier." The boy grumbled and walked to them as Porri and Irsa approached slowly. Irsa was transfixed by the last true orb, a fiery, opalescent orb with pure white wisps circling it. Her hypnotic trance was shattered by a large thud. In front of her the boy from the carriage was trying to hold all his luggage and failing miserably. She looked at Porri then walked up to him smiling. They boy glared at her,