The Time of Magics

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Thank you so much for choosing to read my story. I hope you enjoy! 

Delphie POV

I was on my way home from school when a boy with dark black/blue hair flew past me obviously in a hurry knocking my things from my hands.

Hey, watch it, punk! I yelled furiously, picking up my stuff.

After that, I decided to fly the rest of the way home. while I flew, I thought. Why did he fly so close to the ground? Everyone else used up the whole sky, which is why I liked to walk home. maybe he is too scared to be far away from the ground, I thought to myself. if I did fly, I flew about a foot from the beings who walked like the elves, Gnomes, and leprechauns. oh, and humans too, but not many of those living in the same town as the magic beings or as we call ourselves "Magics". I landed on the ground and walked into my house. I read a note from my mom saying, "I'm going to be working overtime again this week. I can barely put food on the table myself. I'm so grateful for the extra money you bring home from your job. " If she knew what my real job was then she would definitely not be proud. I changed into my sweats and started my homework. By the time I finished, it was getting dark. I quickly made dinner, ate, put leftovers in a Tupperware, and flew to Mom's job. I walked in and asked if my mom was busy. The receptionist said that she was in the back. I walked into the back room and tapped my mom, who was making coffee.

Hey sweetie

Hey Mom, I brought you dinner.

Do you have a shift tonight?

Yeah

Did you finish your homework?

Yes, mom, now I got to go, or I'll be late. night mom, I love you as I turned to walk out the door

Love you too, sweetie don't forget to rest after your shift; we don't want you dozing during classes.

Got it. now bye.

I walked outside and flew as fast as I could to get home. I ran to my room and started to change. I put on my black jeans and a black tank top. I laced up my knee-high leather boots and grabbed my cloak. I ran out the door and flew to an ally a few blocks down the road. I held my cloak tight and ran the rest of the way to the Chinese restaurant. i walked through the front doors and straight into the employee-only door, and down into the basement. I turned right and saw the security guard. He asked for my identification, and I pulled my jeans down a bit so he could see the tattoo on my right hip. My tattoo was of a Wolf with demon horns and Angel wings. Under the tat was my rank. I was one of their best, so my rank was recently updated. I was a Junior assassin. They just help the assassins close to the end of their career, but now I'm just an assassin. The people with an assassin rank can take assignments with another partner of the same rank. The security guard moved, and I walked through the door. I went to my assassin box and grabbed my mask, put my gloves on, then I opened my secret compartment where i kept my dagger. I put my dagger in its sheath and went to grab a file. I went to the front desk and asked for a file. The receptionist reached into the assassin folder, pulled a yellow file out, and handed it to me.

Hey. do you know when my new partner will be here? I heard we have a transfer from a different city coming in today. He's supposed to be here by now.

He just walked in.

I turned around and saw a boy, I assume my age, standing there waiting to be given orders. I started walking over to him. I pointed at him.

Hey you! I yelled

Vincent POV

Hey you! A girl yelled

I turned my head and looked at her. She was beautiful in the dim light, but she looked vaguely familiar.

Hey! Quit staring at me, nimrod.

I just realized I was staring. I looked down

Hi, my name is Vincent, and I am the transfer from King Oal. I'm sorry, do I know you from somewhere? You look familiar.

No, i have never seen you in my life, dimwit. You will call me Bee or call me nothing at all. got it. If I hear you say my name once, i will personally remove a finger. She warned.

Oh ok

Quit being so formal!! Are you an assassin or not?

I am. I was the best in my age and rank in King Oal.

Well, this isn't King Oal. Let's get to work.