Sunday, January 4, 2015
A Deadly Spell: Prolouge
There is a school, a school high, high in the air. From below, it looked like any other cloud floating in the sky. So boring, that you wouldn't think twice about it. But believing in magic is all you need to see this school in the sky, and maybe, just maybe, become a mythical creature of your own.
It was the seventh week of school at Myth-a-Logical Academy, the special school for mythical creatures including fawns, vampires, mermaids, and goblins. But the most special of all, were the five special fairies. Each fairy's power was consulted on one of the main elements of the world. There was Flora the Earth fairy, Ash the Fire fairy, Cari the Air fairy, and Icicle the Water fairy. But there was another, the odd one out of the five, Deathany the Death fairy. Deathany was insulted, taunted, and argued with every day, being the odd one out.
"Oh, your magic doesn't work because ti never will!"
"Why does your power even exist?"
"Deathany the Death fairy, she's SO going to kill us all. HA!"
The worst part: the other fairies didn't even do anything about it! They just walked by, and Deathany heard all sorts of nice things.
"Ash, your hair is so beautiful!"
"Flora! Can you grow me a flower for my mom?"
"I really need a fresh breeze. Can you get Cari for me?"
Deathany was sick of hearing it. Of course, soon it was time for the fairies to showcase their powers.
She heard an applause for each of the fairies, exept her. When she walked up, everyone stayed quiet, someone yawned, and someone coughed.
"I AM DONE WITH THIS!" Deathany shouted.
"What do you mean?" Icicle asked innocently.
"Every day, I hear everyone talking about how great you are and how much they think that I shouldn't exist. My power is greater then ANY magic, I can bring people back from the dead, I can kill people, and I can suck every last ounce of magic out of you like a vampire into a hog. And I WILL, because I'm leaving this place, and mark my words, I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!!!" Deathany shouted before disappearing into a thick black cloud.
"She isn't going to get far," one of the fawns said from the audience. But when they cleared the smoke, Deathany was gone.
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