To ashes

The world

Osira

P.S Fun Fact :Witch is a term for all , actually covers all bases of the gender spectrum, Warlock is actually an insult because it means oath broker. Well at least in this book but that bit about Warlocks is true.

Now in the beginning there was light , and it was warm , the joy was clear , her future was clear God had blessed them with a good house , and a good neighborhood , he had blessed her and Mom.

Everything was good , it even got better. She had gotten a cassette player. It was treasured , it was a constant companion . These days she had plants a whole lot of them , they covered her windowsill. She has a large enchanting black bookcase to her eyes ,at least a bookcase filled with books. Osira even had her own rabbit hole , for when things felt so out of place and when things couldn't match up. Osira felt a cold as a shiver washes down her spine as she jumped into her bed ,and froze up because it was one of those days that made her instincts go berserk. It took her an hour before she could sleep, and when she did, it hit her and she'd have to stay quiet so her mom wouldn't come check on her . Osira wasn't a baby anymore , she was 6 now. Her black hair splayed across her in waves and notorious tangles.

In the morning she ran off to get breakfast .This new house and scary location must've just been freaking her out. It was a new place after all.

Osira isn't a fairy tail character; she wasn't a princess, or someone high and mighty. Osira was a little girl with long black hair , olive eyes who liked to listen to music on the new cassette player she has. Osira loves music, it helps her to sleep and it's constantly her companion.

So while she walked around her cassette blaring out an old favorite by the buggles, a song she adored 'Video killed the Radio star' plays as she stares outside about to walk to school. Her mother had walked her to school the last two days, and then she picked her back up afterwards but now she can go on her own.

Music is flowing through her when she listens and she's lost in time,nothing is needed in this moment , as she practiced writing the year 2008 until she had it memorized, on her way a book to try to keep her writing steady was underneath her arms.

They just left dad, it's been a few months, she doesn't know what that means , but she does know mom is happy they left , and that's all she cares about. She would do good in school and make her mother proud.

I'm sitting along the garden slope watching people's life go by . When she was smaller they hardly noticed but now they're glares we're set on her , it was always the magical people that gave me them , the magical people in town walked proudly , head tall like a majestic creature .

This time she smiled and waved , the wizard huffed and rudely shuffled away and his kid walked next to him mimicking him as close as he could. I gave him a wicked glare from the slope , I don't rely on magic like they do , I'm better than you and your attitude , she repeats in her head , I rely on my own strength, I don't use my mamma's help for a lot of things . But I bet that brat of a child does .

I had school today, I was in elementary , and I talked with my subtle jabs . I 'm mouthy , and most importantly I don't know my place and I took the magic classes. I was scrambled, my brain was just poof practically gone, as I was taking in my new surroundings. The only school offered mixed classes where some learned magic, others just knew it existed; they either didn't pursue it , or their parents knew better .

I was surrounded by kids with unique traits in this class , the wizarding families let their children come here , and orphans , the town's orphans got enrolled in this class automatically .

I had to beg. I wanted to be like Mamma who had a little store , full of magic , that she wouldn't teach me , she said it was advanced , so I had to start small.