Enchanted Book 1

Chapter Five

Claira appeared in her room. Dumbstruck of what had previously happened; she grabbed all of her spell-books, her cauldron and conjured up a duffel bag. She then, started to cry profusely. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, I was scared." Still crying, Claira stuffed her things in the bag took out a pen from her pocket. 

Dear Mom and Dad,

I am running away. I have cursed Ella and one of my teachers at school, they will never forgive me. Students want to fight me, to torture me, to probably kill me. I am incredibly grateful for everything that you have given me. Thank you for everything, all of your stories and tales mean so much to me. But, now I have to do what I have to do, I hope you understand. I am going to Russia, to study at the Kirill Shkola Magii. I probably will not comeback for a very long time. 

I plan to go to school in Russia and get good enough marks so I can apply for the Bureau of Sorcery there. I hope you understand, lots of love,

La Tua Principessa,

Claira Fiore Elvesta Cisternino

Satisfied and done crying, she rolled up the letter and tapped it with her pen. The paper levitated and a red seal appeared on it, along with a white envelope. 

"Ciao," she muttered, standing up, duffel in hand, and disappeared in purple smoke.

When Claira appeared, snow whipped at her, and the wind was biting. Up ahead, she could see what looked like buildings. Sighing, she marched through the snow and towards civilization. As Claira progressed she took a book out of her bag and started reading; 'Language: A Brief History and Lesson', she muttered, "Russian." The book floated and started to glow a brilliant red, white and blue, and then fell into Claira's hands. 

Happy, she opened it and began reading. 

After about 15 minutes had passed, Claira heard voices and the lights of the city appeared. As she walked into the town a very pretty lady greeted her, "Privet," the woman said smiling. She returned the greeting.

Claira looked up and saw a sign for an inn. Relieved, she checked in and found her room. Exhausted, sad, happy and tired, Claira fell asleep instantaneously.

The soft pitter-patter of a heavy snow woke her. Well rested, Claira got up and changed, ready for the day.

As she was walking through town, she noted a gorgeous castle, adorned in delicate crystals that looked of ice. Its steeple was gleaming through the cold sunlight, and the stained glass windows sparkled.

Interested, Claira asked a villager, "Prostite, no chto eto za zdaniye? Excuse me, but what is that building?" The man replied gently, "Eto shkola Krilla v magii! It's Cyrill's school of magic!" Content, she thanked the villager and nervously entered the building. 

The great hall was glorious; the walls were made of pure ice, there were chandeliers with blue fire in them, long pale blue tables ran vertical, professors sat in the middle of each of the six tables, while the headmistress sat perched on a golden almost throne-like chair, a wand in her hand. Everyone was wearing capes made of fur, white shirts,  white pants and brown boots, while the girls wore capes that went down to their mid back, hair tied in a very tidy bun, a white blouse, knee-length white skirts, and light blue three inch heels. 

From where Claira was standing, she could see the headmaster smile. "Privet," she smiled and replied, "Privet." All of the students turned to face Claira. "Chto privelo vas syuda? What has brought you here?" asked the headmistress. "Ya priyekhal syuda uchit'sya, uchit'sya magii, ya nadeyus, chto ya ne narushali. I came here to study, to learn magic; I hope I am not intruding." 

The headmistress smiled and nodded, a beautiful female student strutted over to Claira, beckoning her to follow. "This is Elena, she will from today forward, be your friend, if you wish." She stood shocked, they knew English?! Relieved, she responded, "You're saying I can choose my friend?" The headmistress nodded. "Yes, I choose Elena." Elena smiled and giggled. 

"Come, sit here." She said, above the table, was a floating crest and the words: ворона which meant crow. And a handsome crow was perched on top of the floating words. "Welcome to Cyrill's School of Magic, you are now enrolled in the Crow class."