You're a wizard. Your names y/n l/n, and you are exactly-wait....multiply five...carry the two...? 918 years old, except you look like a 18 year old. You know this but the people around you don't. Except one, your best friend. Hisirdoux Casperan, but you haven't seen him in centuries. Before one fatal day, where you literally stumble across him. But after all these years, will your friendship still be the same? Or will it become something more?
I do NOT own this story, this story is originally from Tales of Arcadia Wizards. Dream Works! Not mine! Just to make that clear.
The assertive, "aggressive" girl approaches the shy, but cute boy in class who's always just spacing into the void, thinking no one does or ever will notice him. Funny thing is, he happens to be wrong. Very, very dead wrong. Find out what she has in store for him in this work in progress of a story...