Witches and Wishes

Witches and Wishes

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"Welcome to Wish! The school for all previous - and future - Angi users! Here, we will teach you all how to use different kinds of Angi, all depending on which class you've chosen; Healing, Fighting, Creating, or Erasing! As you all should already know, the four classes have four corresponding colors; Healing has green, Fighting has red, Creating has blue, and Erasing has yellow. This is so it is easier to know what is what. As you all should also already know, is that there are three tiers of Angi. Charlie is the beginners, Beta is the trained, and Alpha is the experts! But, I've already talked enough! Everyone, go to your corresponding colors, and your teacher will come get you in a second! Good luck, and I Wish the best for you all!" 'Wish' is a school for teens who want to learn and master the powers of 'Angi', an old magic form which has been going through generations. The teens will go on exciting adventures and missions, sit through boring classes and lectures, and go battle through tough training and fights, all to become masters of whatever kind of Angi they decide. CLOSED APPLY FIC
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Her Wish

She was all alone now... Any previous traces of the outside world were temporarily pushed away as she entered her secret heaven, separate from everything and everyone else. Reclining slowly onto her back, crushing blades of grass beneath her, a faint sigh escaped from the eighteen year old girl’s heart-shaped lips. Gazing at the stars above and spending time alone, had over time, become her only escape of reality. This wide field of grass had become her home. The natural sounds of the crickets and the occasional hoot of an owl had become her neighbors, her friends. The tranquil flow of the river nearby, her music. And the far-off, scintillating stars, her hope. No matter how many things had gone wrong, how many times she had failed to do something, how many people had turned against her; the girl always had the option of crawling back to this secluded spot that none but her self knew of. Every time, she would crawl back here and wish upon the stars. And every night, she would wish for the same thing, over and over again. She’d wish for happiness. And she’d continue to wish, hoping that someday, someone, somewhere, would take the time to listen, that they would take the time to help make her wish come true. And one day, it did.

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