Nightmaremagic Stories

The morning air in the human realm was crisp, carrying the scent of damp asphalt and the faint, metallic tang of impending rain, though the sky above remained a stubborn, pale blue that refused to acknowledge the gloom gathering on the horizon. It was a Wednesday, a day typically reserved for the mundane trudge of mid-week academia, but for Nyrah Moon, every day was a test of patience against the sheer mediocrity of the world around her. She stood before the towering iron gates of Oakhaven High School, her figure cutting a stark silhouette against the rising sun. To the untrained eye, she appeared to be merely another student, albeit one with a penchant for dramatic flair and an wardrobe strictly adhering to the monochromatic spectrum of the void. But to those who looked closer-those who dared to peer past the veil of normalcy-the truth was far more unsettling, and far more magnificent.

Every year a battle, more of a game really, is held at the countries capital (Hollowshade). One magical person or creature from every one of the nine sections of the country is chosen to participate. They fight to the death using their magical and battling abilities to try and win the crown and rule the empire the evil king has created. The king hand chooses each of the participants and watches them closely as they fight to the death. The final contestant though, does not immediately win the crown. They are put up against the all powerful and merciless king to see if they are truly worthy of the crown, and if they lose their lives in the ultimate battle, the king gets their magical abilities and the crown for another year.