Hello, fellow Centralians. This is a new story I purely made for curing my need to write. The story is set apart from my Crescent Wolves series--which I'm stuck with some overlasting writer's block until the holidays come around--and takes place in a different setting where my in-game friends will make their first appearance ever in any of my stories.
I hope you will enjoy this piece, I welcome any CnC even though this is just for free-write.
Prologue
Wizard City is renowned for Ravenwood, which the famous Wizard named Merle Ambrose, and his trusted owl companion, Gamma, founded when they discovered Bartleby as a portal to all of the Spiral's worlds. He started this school in hopes of educating many young Wizards in their destined schools: Fire, Ice, Storm, Myth, Life, Death, and Balance; to make them realize their potential and make use of it for the good of society.
But that's what everyone believed.
I, as a Master Conjurer attending this school, have been through so much neglect among my classmates and I am often teased for acting outside of girlhood by the girls in the dormitory. I've come a long way to advance in my studies but I could not keep my classmate's ill-treatment away from clouding my mind. I wanted them to leave me alone--but I feel that urge to do worse things against them, but they will just get me sent to detention or the Headmaster's office. So there is nothing I can do but remain in the dark.
By enrolling in Ravenwood, I thought that I would find something special in myself. Boy, was I wrong. This school was just ground for picking out the most attractive and strong Wizards to be glorified, then to ridicule those who are indeed trying to improve their magical studies. I found myself being in the lowest status than anyone else, again there was nothing for me to do to climb up the popularity ladder--even though popularity is not a priority to me but it's the respect I yearned for. All I know is that, if I continue to suffer this way in school I'm never going to find my place in Wizard City. I wish I can leave this world to somewhere so far away, I'll be away from all of my troubles and never have to go through these persecutions ever again!
Chapter 1
Exams
A breezy spring wind brushed Grandfather Bartleby's leaves from his vast web of branches as he slumbered peacefully during the afternoon class rush. In Ravenwood, the school trees witnessed the young students moving place-to-place with textbooks in their arms and backpacks slumped behind them. It was the day of spring testing that's got the students agitated about studying and remembering to bring extra parchment and ink.
Sarah BattleThief was an exception. The young Conjurer regularly studied after her classes so she could memorize her notes before the next lessons. She is mostly kept to herself in Professor Cyrus Drake's class, which made her classmates forget that she existed. Sarah paid no mind to this whenever she had her face in her sketchbook filling in new entries on monsters and legendary creatures that she found from spending time in the Wizard City Library's fiction collection. She read stories about heroes and places of Myth that excited her about the Spiral's ancient and mysterious history.
The Myth classroom began to fill in as Conjurers hurried to their desks before the front doors would magically lock them out and end up getting detention for tardiness. Sarah brought herself to her desk and laid out parchment and her ink well prepared for the final class of the day. A stern Professor Drake faced the students to give directions for the assessment.
"Write me a thirty-six inch essay about the dangers of conjuring an uncontrolled imagination. You have exactly one hour to complete it. Since there seems to be no hands for any questions, your exam starts now."
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A dreadful hour passes and the Conjurers stormed out of the Myth school stressed, yet relieved that the test was over. The students made their way out to the commons while Sarah remained in Ravenwood to sit besides Ivan, the Myth school's tree. For minutes the young Conjurer read a volume on beast tamers in the old days, the illustrations of the monsters these brave Wizards domesticated stunned her as she made rapid sketches of these creatures and tried to draw herself as their tamer.
Midnight, her Heckhound crawled out of Sarah's bag and stretched out his paws and back then yawned at the air, almost spitting a flame. He sat back down and laid his head onto the Wizard's leg and snoozed, occasionally snoring.
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The sun was settling in and Sarah prepared to put away her books into her bag and tapped Midnight to wake up. But the Heckhound was still drowsy so the Conjurer lifted him off the grass and headed towards the dorms.
Upon entering the dormitory, Sarah was startled by the immense volume of the girls' chattering that she quickly went up the stairs to her room where her bed awaited with royal-designed covers welcoming the Wizard with a comforting cushion. She dropped her bag on the floor and slumped on the bed. Her head hit the pillows, her eyes closed automatically, and dreamland awaits for the Conjurer's arrival.![]()
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