World of Magic

World of Magic

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The barrier between the two dimension of Solus and the Demon Realm has become thin. Demons who were able to pass through the thin attacks the land of Solus. Ether Academy of Magic trains their students to enhance their abilities to use magic. The academy also dispatches teams to destroy the demons as their missions. The war between both sides has gone for over 500 years. As the years pass the barrier becomes thinner and more demons pass through, not just lesser demons, but powerful ones. Angel and Logan both have a similar past. Lucy and Jack are children of famous people. Tyler, Gleah and Dawn have their own average stories. With both these similarities and differences, these young magicians have their own very unique stories to tell as their life as a team begins.
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

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