Charvi sat in front of the fire cross-legged, her cauldron set in front of her with a mix of potions and essences on the floor beside it. She looked at the cauldron, tracing her finger along the cold, slightly burnt rim of it. She decided to add a teaspoon of hope and a tablespoon of luck essences to her current mix of potions. Charvi poured the teaspoon of hope essence and slowly brought the spoon to her cauldron, causing the thick purple steam to drag behind it. She poured it in and the cauldron sizzled. Charvi looked at the paper given to her by the school to see what will happen if you mix certain ingredients together. Of course she already knew because of her advanced magical skill.
"C'mon everyone should know that this recipe results to mild injury healing." Charvi burst out. But she did it. She continued to create potions and spells as she was told.
A while passed and she was finished. She glanced at the long window beside the door and noticed it was dark outside and that the spirits were already out dancing.
"Wow, I've been doing this for that long have I?" Charvi giggled to herself and cleaned up all potion mixtures and essences.
"I hate Sundays" Charvi sighed as she was brought unaware back to reality and realised what day it was. She had been to the park earlier in the day to read some more of her book. She came across this creature that interested her. Maybe it was that it was at the back of the book and it looked like the page was mistakenly added to it. The creature's name was Custin.. the Custin demon. She thought about it. Realising what had triggered her mind to the name, she ran upstairs and into her room. She scanned the room and found her school bag. She took one step and flexed her arm, releasing the black beam of magic towards the bag. The magic entered the bag, pulled out a piece of crumpled paper and it flicked into her hand. She then ran back downstairs to where her book was to grab it. This all happened in a matter of short, precious seconds and soon enough she was sitting on her small, white couch in the living room, unravelling the crumpled paper and finding that familiar title in capital letters.
CUSTIN
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The Stairs
Teen FictionIn the normal town of Ordinaire, the people are all the same. Not by what they look like of course but their decisions, actions and even their opinions are the same. They also all have the same very strict rules about a little thing called magic. Bu...
