Hecate's Way

EVERYBODY DIES! Haha, got you. That's tomorrow.

Warning: Cursing in French. Also badly translated French. You have been warned.
The picture above is a collage of things related to Isabella (I'm also going to do one for Wren). Also there will be multiple POVs in this book.

Isabella's POV

    I watched as the colors outside the window swirled and merged together. We were driving to Briar, School for the Magically Minded (I'm sure someone must have copyrighted that). We could have taken our private jet but Pa wanted to 'respect traditions'. Apparently, when he went to school, everybody would drive through the school gates on your first year. I'm not exactly sure how to break to him that it wasn't the 90's anymore. 

I knew the real reason was that Pa didn't want to call too much attention to me. Yeah right. It won't matter if I came in in the most ordinary way. Everyone's eyes would still be on me. Because I'm the chosen one. And apparently terrible evil is going to awaken on my 11th birthday. Yeah, you heard that right. 'Terrible Evil'. Like you mean 'someone ate all the croissants' kind of evil, or the 'I'm going to take over the worlds!' kind of evil? Too bad prophecies can't come with a instruction manual. Well, I suppose we'll find out soon enough, since my 1th birthday is tomorrow. Now, I didn't really care about the worlds but I suppose I care about the people within. Or at least I cared about my family.
I sighed as we reached the troll bridge, "Do I really have to do this?"
Madame Demor smiled as if I was the cutest thing ever, "You'll be fine chéri." She payed the troll a copper pence. It grunted and shuffled over to lever. Which It grabbed and then pulled the lever down smoothly. It was hard to tell if it was because it was well oiled, or if it was because of the troll's super strength. I took a deep breathe as the portal appeared. "Are you ready?"
"Madame Demor I think you already know the answer to that." She laughed at that and shook her head.
"You'll be fine," she repeated. I just hoped she was right.
    I think I slept through the rest of the car ride. I really don't remember what happened. All I know is that the school gates appeared WAY faster than I thought they would. Honestly, I wish we could just take the portal straight to school, but since people still need to get to Oasis (the magical capital) they can't reroute the existing portal. And building a new one would take too much work. So instead we had to drive 3 hours out of Oasis and into Thorn Hollow to reach Briar. But that would be too easy to access, not wouldn't it be? So we also had to go through the gates which would teleport us to the bubble in space time where Briar exists. Fun. I think you get what I mean by 'I wish we could have taken our private jet'...wow. Saying that sounds stuck up. I was just trying to say that it would be easier to take the jet because it can travel through dimensions, therefore it can take us directly to the school, instead of us taking the gate. I exhaled. I didn't need to explain myself to...myself. I already knew what I meant. Ugh, I wish my head would stop spinning.
    While Madame Demor gave my bags to bellboy, I looked around the entrance hall. As I'm sure you know, I'm used to being to an large, obviously expensive environment. So you can imagine how over-the-top it was for me to feel like a fish out of water. I saw millions of kids milling around. I didn't know there were that many magically talented kids around. About half of them gaped at their surrounds, which was a pretty clear indicator of who was, and who wasn't, a non-born mag-or nobag (No-Bag. As in, no. I am not a bag.) for short. But I mean, I guess there could be some bags that are really good at hiding emotions/really rich and therefore don't look surprised by their surroundings. But I think it was unanimous that everybody was a little impressed.
    "Hi there!" said an overly cheery voice. Huh? I looked towards where the sound was coming from and located a scrawny boy about my age. He was shorter than me (which was a accomplishment in itself) and had a huge smile on his face. Oh, and how could I forget. He was also vibrating (yeah you heard that right) head to toe with excitement. He looked like just the kind of person I wanted to avoid. But I can't be rude. So I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and instead said, "Hey."
"Are you a bag? (Of course not. Can't you see that I'm a sack. *rolls eyes* People these days.) Where are you from? Are you excited? I am! I can't wait to start learning magic!!!!! (You might think I'm exaggerating but he literally had that many exclamation points in his voice) " He chattered on. If only I had known. I would have never uttered the word 'hey'.
    "Haha, I think she knows that," said a different voice. I'm Excited™ Kid looked up at what must be his older sister, who smiled down down him. He looked back me.
    "So? You still haven't answered my questions. Hello?" I'm Excited™ Kid waves his hand in my face, "Are you still there?" The urge was too great. I rolled my eyes.
    "Tu es putain ennuyeux." I muttered under my breathe. Almost immediately I sensed a change in I'm Excited™ Kid demeanor. It was suddenly much colder, while he still kept up that enthusiastic grin. Over to the side Madame Demor and his sister chatted, giving off the impression of old friends. Well this would be awkward if they knew each other, wouldn't it. Because I just insulted him. And that's not the best way to start any relationship. And certainly not the way to talk to the kid of someone you knew. Hahaha, this was going to be fantastique.
    "Bien tu es un connard." He replied keeping up that cheerful, now terrifying smile. Holy, holy merde. What the putain. He started walked backwards into the crowd while giving me a rude gesture. Bien c'était putain fantastique. This is the exact reason I don't have friends. I insult the first person to talk to me. Well I mean they usually don't understand that I just insulted them - or insult me back. I'm Excited™ Kid's sister and Madame Demor walked over looking exited. Looks like they had a great conversation. Which was, as you know, fantastique.
    "This is Samantha," Madame Demor introduced, "my sister." ....well merde.

Sorry for grammar, spelling, or translation mistakes. Until next time I guess.