Brice's POV
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"Ugh!" I shout, pounding my fist on the desk. My computer does this all the time! I'm about to throw my laptop out the window before I hear the doorbell. I get up from my chair, and walk to the door. I open it to see the mailman standing there. "Hello, are you Brice Solace?" He asks. I nod. He hands me a very fancy envelope with a red wax stamp sealing the back. I study it carefully, before the mailman walks off. I close the door and walk back to my desk.
I sit in my swivel chair and break the seal on the envelope. I pull out an old-looking piece of folded paper. I unfold it to see these words written in black ink.
Dear Brice Solace,
Congratulations! You have been specially chosen to be taught Sorcery by an individual Specialized Teacher! Please pack your bags right away, as you will be leaving right away.
Sincerely,
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I re-read the letter over and over again. Sorcery? Me? I'm just your average guy, but I get chosen to learn Sorcery? My mind is racing with thoughts and excitement as I jump out of my chair and begin packing my bags.
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Feels like Magic - SetoSolace
FanfictionBrice is selected to be taught Sorcery by an individual instructor. The first few lessons are fine, but what happens when Brice looks at his teacher in another way?
