There were legends, just legends, of magical people, of Casters. They were said to have the power to levitate items with a wave of their hand, to create earthquakes with a stomp of their foot, to go beyond the limits of regular humans. Miracles were in the air around them, and magic flowed through their veins.
Over time, as the regular humans began to realize the power that Casters possessed, they became feared. Humans started to limit their magical use until it became nearly extinct, until magic became more myth than reality, until humans forgot about it completely. Casters were lost from the world, magic became a part of fairytales, and the world was purged into darkness.
The human world, now without magic, started to learn about new concepts never before thought of. Humans improved technology, and, from that, advanced. They learned, they lost, they lived. The humans learned how to work, how to make an effort for everyday things. They learned about, greed, accomplishment, arrogance, intelligence, poverty, independence, and warfare. Humans lost their creativity, their freedom, and their happiness. They also lived, lived lives that were never truly filling. Yes, there was some light, but not much. A few humans still lived in peace, but most lost the peace that the Casters had brought.
This is the story of a newly found caster, how she builds bonds, makes enemies, and learns to love, on a journey of a lifetime. How will she end her journey? How will she even begin it? This is the story of Nicolette Cordelia Heart and how she started a revolution.
This is my own story, my plot and characters. I take pride in what I do and accept criticism. Any type of comment is fine except innaproprite ones, I will report you if you do write an inappropriate comment. I will also report you if you take credit for any part of my story but if you want to use a character or something like that just message me and I'll let you know. On to the story!
They say, "Be careful what you wish for."
They say, "There's truth to every story."
They say, "Karma's a B***h."
A heart's wish is a powerful thing.
But magic doesn't exist.
Or so I thought.
Now, a troll has found me.
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Cara
I can't... It hurts... Why? Am I not good enough? Not pretty enough? What did I do to be betrayed like this?
I feel numb except for the gaping hole in my chest. The darkness starts creeping in.
I wish... Heavens how I wish...
Friday
June 13th
I don't know when, how, or why I ended up where I am, but here I am. As insane as it sounds, I am no longer on earth. I think. Maybe I'm dead. Or maybe I'm in a coma! One where I can feel a hell of a lot of pain and new scents are being created? Maybe, just maybe, I should have listened to Grandmother's crazy stories of magic in our blood and being careful what we wish for. They don't sound so crazy anymore.
All I know is I'm on the ground, can't move, staring up at an impossibly blue sky through broken branches of trees I've never seen before. That's saying a lot. Botany is my favorite hobby. I think I have internal bleeding from falling through the three-story tall trees like a pinball. My only regrets are knowing my Mum will be in a panic, won't quit searching, and my sweet American Pit Bull Terrier, Nimuë, fell through with me.
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Tavirian
Our laws are clear. If we find any creature wounded past the point of healing, we kill them. It's a mercy. We've gotten a reputation for being ruthless and cannibalistic because of it. Hundreds of years ago, perhaps, but not anymore.
I'm still a monster.
I'm on my ancestral pilgrimage to present the spirits with my potential brides. I'm not thrilled with my options. My mate is out there, but the elders are pushing me to take one of our Tribe.
When we come across a nearly dead, tiny human and her creature, I can't kill them. Especially now.
I can use the pilgrimage to save them for now, but I'll need help.