Even in a world full of magic and wonder, no one can escape dealing with very human problems.
Claire, the outspoken witty new kid mermaid is fearful of being alone and separated, and just wants a group of friends to call her own. Elora, the wild on...
Deep purple flames danced in the air and floated their way up towards the stars. Volk cradled his pocket watch as he started into the bonfire's malicious luminance. A cold chill ran up his spine. If the flames were a bright canary yellow he might have not thought twice about the previous events that occurred in his school. But instead, the flame burned a deep purple, a harbinger of the more vengeful things to come. It confirmed his suspicions. Those instances, Rita's return and the nightmare attack on the freshman student were only the beginning. Other sinister events were advancing on his campus grounds.
"No luck, Lawrence," Volk asked. Silence. He carefully placed the pocket watch back into his suit's breast pocket. The firelight played on his face. He sighed. A flick of his wrist and Volk conducted the flaking fire with elegance. The embers encircled the main flame in a spiral. "I can feel it. It is still within the bounds of the campus."
Lawrence Ednill, joyless and discontent, approached Volk's side., his hands folded into his pants pockets. "The essence leaves no trace. I had the senior prefects working on it all week. Locator spells, seeking charms, astral searches, they each give inconclusive answers." Lawrence shrugged. "Although, it would help if you at least told me what I am asking my students to look for."
"The school spellbook," Volk sighed.
"The school spellbook! How did you even lose that in the first place, Benny!? We put upwards for these reasons, you of all people should know!"
Volk took a step back. His hand movements halted the embers to a standstill. "I didn't notice it was missing until after the ward failure. A freshman, of all people, brought it to my attention," he sighed. "I fear I have made the wrong decision. Rita Pastoral was—is the most cunning student to have ever studied within these walls. She broke down my ward work with ease. She let a nightmare follow her like a lost puppy."
"Benny, she is power-hungry. She experimented with manner transference as a sophomore, nearly killing a classmate in the progress. You did the right thing by kicking her out back then."
"Lawrence, the amount of secrets hidden in that book is infinite. Every spell, every charm, every enchantment cast on these grounds since this school's inception has been recorded in that book. Whoever managed to get our school spellbook...what type of magic they could uncover...it's a good thing there are still two additional wards on the individual pages." The wiry grey hairs on Volk's head seemed to electrify under the glow of the fire. "The flame is purple, Lawrence. Can't you feel it in the air? Something is coming and I can't help but think it's tied to the person who took that book."
"There is one thing we haven't tried, but I know you wouldn't approve." Ednill ruffled his hair. "Pixies have a certain...affinity...towards getting information out of people," he suggested.
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Mystic hated where her room was located. No matter how many times she adjusted the blinds over her window, the sunlight always seemed to be able to bounce off the mirror and onto her sleeping eyelids. She was the kind of person who could only get a good sleep on her right side, so changing her sleeping position was not an option. Instead, when the morning light flooded into her safe-space, she would bury her head under her thick brown comforter until she was ready to start her day.
