Magic Is All I Need

Chapter 1 - Entering the Academy

Chapter 1 - Entering the Academy

Stephen carried Annabelle in his arms as he ran, desperately, trying to look for a place for shelter. It was raining that night...when everything went wrong.

Annabelle was unconscious after creating that attack against the man who went after their parents.

Luckily, Stephen was able to get some help from neighbors that happened to be passing by.

They told him to come inside their house as he watched the family house burn down to the ground in front of his eyes.

YEARS LATER

~ Stephen's POV ~

My name is Stephen Addison. Now age 18.

I raised my arm holding the gun and fired a target, on paper, that was in front of me. All bullets went straight to the middle.

The obstacles started to become difficult in front of me. Papers going back and forth, side to side. I closed my eyes, trying to sense every direction, attempting to make a bullet hitting every bullseye on every paper on one go.

I opened my eyes and moved my arm fiercely, shooting multiple bullets.

Once I got all the papers, the papers stopped, revealing that each one had a hole in the middle.

I exhaled with satisfaction.

"Good work, Stephen." A man, called my sister and I's master, Troy Tristen walked dowards him, clapping his hands.

"Thank you, Master," I  smiled as I placed my gun back in my holster.

"I am very proud of you and your sister. You have all been training well. But, I am a bit concerned."

I looked at him, wondering what he meant.

"Are you going to be able to keep balancing training, school, and your part-time job like this? I don't know how you are able to stay like this for a while."

I smiled to reassure him, "You don't have to worry, Annabelle and I," I took out both of my guns from their holster and shot all the papers again, hitting them in the middle.

Master was surprised.

I continued, "We have everything under control," I placed my guns back in their holster.

~ Annabelle's POV ~

"Thank you for coming! Please come again!", I spoke happily to a customer as they left with their pastries.

My name is Annabelle Addison. Now age 17.

I took a breath as my friend, Ruby Lloyd, our neighbor's daughter, walked towards me, "What's wrong, Anna? Why are you looking so glum?"

I looked at her, "Sorry..."

"You're going to scare customers away if you look like that."

"Sorry..."

She placed a hand on my shoulder, "Tell me, what's wrong?"

"To be honest...I'd rather be training than be here.."

She removed her hand, "What? Annabelle...you have been going nuts about training everyday. You know you don't have to right? You will just tire yourself out!"

"But!"

She looked at me straight in the eye, now whispering to me to not get a lot of attention, "You know that the entrance exams for going to Magic Academy is coming soon. What if you are so tired that you can't even fight with your double-blade staff?"