Tony Seeds

Chapter 2 Plotting Out a Champion

Authors Note: Magic comes with cost. It is never like the movie where you can wave a tree branch and create new life out of nothing. You must put a small piece of yourself into each ritual and practice, or sacrifice something in your stead. This is why you often see rabbits and goats sacrificed in more haunting television. They replicate in mass, they're cost friendly, and widely accepted as magical price covering. It is believed by some to be due to more holy beings creating a mock petting zoo in the ethereal planes, but has not been proven.

Harriet used the newly given excuse for a small rest to stash her newly grifted treasure. She nonchalantly walked to the northwest tower so she can stow away her candle in her room. Wick had given her her own room to use as she wishes, provided she keeps to her studies. Despite his strict studying policies, Wizard Wick had been quite generous with free time, knowing that it has only been a couple of months and too much would be over doing it. Magic is not something that is to be rushed.

Harriet makes it to the halfway point of the gothic architecture and opens the crimson door to her right. The room is walled with old limestone bricks, each one a different size, but maintaining a square or rectangular shape. While for a large person, the room would be somewhat cozy, for Harriet it was the perfect size. She had just enough space to walk around her room without having to maneuver around her furniture, like her full sized bed, decorated with simple black sheets and a black comforter, or her mahogany desk that sits in front of the only window in the room. Some spots of the wall are covered with posters of different metal or rock bands. The most noticeable being her Dragon Force cover poster for their album Sonic Firestorm which sticks to the wall to the left of the large window in the middle of the wall that she looks at as she walks through the door. It has two large meteor like projectiles destroying the surface of a volcanic wasteland on it with the band name in the top center of the poster.

In front of this poster is a dresser decorated with small, mystical items she collected on small trips with Wizard Wick. Each of these baubles, according to Wick, are essential beginners tools. Small crystalline orbs that help channel mana to a person, dowsing rods made of small pine tree sticks to help find lost items, and a faceless mannequin head to store her miniscule hat, which was her first magical artifact she found with Wick. She tried to keep it nice and taken care of by placing it on the plastic head. The floor and empty space is actually quite clean. Despite her teenage metal phase, she takes great pride in her tidiness.

Harriet takes a moment to admire her room. She takes a look around to look at her posters and knick knacks that she has collected over the last couple months. She takes one more moment to look down the spiral stairway to see if her mentor had followed her. Thankfully for her, he had not. The sorceress assumed he went back to the classroom to prepare for the next part of their lessons.

Not wasting time, Harries takes a moment to look at her magical information candle. She had not taken the chance to look at it since she swiped it. To her surprise the candle was not a greenish hue like the others within the blanks she saw minutes ago. This candle was more a blood orange color. Harriet looks at it puzzled, but shrugs it off, assuming that the blanks were possibly thrown into one section altogether, rather than color and subject coordinated like the completed candles.

She takes a while to look around her organized room to find a good hiding spot. The sorceress snaps her finger in realization and walks over to her closet, that is assimilated to the wall right of her bedroom door. The closet has two large sliding doors. She goes to the door farthest to the left and slides it to the right to open it. Harriet realizes that, While her room is generally clean, she should not have opened the left side. Harriet's closet happened to be a disaster of clothes piled in a lump on the floor. Hanging above were several jackets, nice blouses, and nicer clothes. She crinkles her nose and purses lips in realization she forgot to buy that dirty clothes hamper while she was in town. She makes a mental note of that and closes her closet door, slightly haunted by her secret unhygienic habit.