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Chapter 1

Do you believe in magic? At one point in my life magic had a different meaning to me. The changing of the leaves, and the season. A flame burning in a candle. Even the way nature just seemed to beckon me. All magic, nothing I could create, just thing that were there, that no on truly noticed. I was wrong.

Magic has many forms, one only needs to be open to it. There was a day many years ago were it was opened to me. It was unexpected and unplanned, but it was a day that changed my life forever. My name is Alexzandria Uriel Angilas, and this is my story.

Pacifist, a dangerous one, but I'm still a pacifist. I don't like to fight, and I try to talk my way out of every situation that has come to me, keyword TRY. For some reason trouble follows me wherever I go. Maybe it's my fiery personality, or is it my looks. I stand 5'7" with long vibrant red hair and ice blue almond shaped eyes, that somehow seem to offend every person I meet.

It could even be my life style. How many people do you know that live in a field in the middle of the woods, just past the outskirts of a major town in modern day japan. At the age of 23, I have lived in japan for 20 years. My parents moved to this town when I was but 3 years old. I grew up knowing this city, but never wanting a life here. As I grew older, I came to find that I preferred the peace and serenity of these woods, until the day my parents died. On my 19th birthday, while I was out picking wild flowers, they were caught in the cross fire of a gang brawl in the town center. That was the day I left that city.

While I may live in a one bedroom cottage in the woods, I still have to return to the city almost daily, it's hard to eat if you have no job. I work for a well-known Italian Restaurant in the middle of town and have been since I was 16, after school, becoming the top cook in the establishment by the age of 22.

As I mentioned before, trouble follows me. The true turn around in my life happened by accident, as everything else does. Walking down the main street on my day off, with my headphones on, on my way to pick up some necessities for the full moon the next night. Feeling a massive shove into my right side, I remove one ear bud and look over while whispering an, "I'm sorry," to the person I unknowingly walked into.

"Watch where you're going, outsider." the girl standing next to me stood about 5'4" and short black hair pulled back into a messy bun. She wore a tight thigh length black dress and lots of gold. Looking at me with this disdainful look in her eyes as she took in my features.

"I said I was sorry and I am not an outsider. I've been here my entire life." I said to her trying to keep the peace.

"Excuse me…You sure as hell look like an outsider to me. Watch how you talk to me outsider, do you realize who you are dealing with here?" As she continued with her staring, I felt something snap deep within myself. It scared me, the feelings and urges I was having and battling with myself to continue trying to keep the peace, but the never ending look on the girl's face of being looked down upon won the battle for me.

"I said I wasn't an outsider, so quit referring to me as such," I stood myself up taller and, literally, looked down at her. "And I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are, princess bitch, but I have a strange feeling you're going to try and fill me in even though I have no need or want for the information." Folding my arms over my chest, I continued to stand there waiting for her response.

With her jaw slightly slack, she continued to gape, like a fish, while trying to comprehend what I just said and what she was going to say in return. "I…I can't believe…that's it bitch, you are so dead," as she went to make and open palm swing at me, I dodged it with ease, but she caught my hair and pulled harshly.

Trying to pull my hair free, I began to feel like a rope in a tug-of-war match. "NO one touches my hair. Now release it or face the consequences," trying hard to reign in my anger.

"Whatcha going to do about it," she let out a small, slightly menacing smirk. "Absolutely nothing." She gave my hair another yank to prove her point and with my hair in her possession, she tried to land another swing upon my face.

Dropping low to the ground, I swung my leg out, taking out her legs. As the girl hit the ground, I heard a loud crack where her head smacked the pavement. Crawling across her to sit on her thighs, I grab the hand that still had a hold of my hair, by the wrist and squeezed until I heard a break and her scream.

"I told you that you would have to face the consequences, did I not…I didn't want to do this, you brought it upon yourself, is it so hard to accept an apology…?"

"Fuck you, you freak. You're going to regret this." Pulling back slightly, she spat into my face. Realizing this, my anger budded again, cocking my arm back, she never saw the full fisted swing as it hit her square in the jaw, knocking her unconscious.

Standing up, I dusted myself off and fixed my hair and clothing. "I doubt that," I whispered lowly. Turning to walk away, I noticed the crowd our little brawl had caught the attention of. Whispering an, "Ummmm…," I threw my hood up and returned my headphones to my ears and walked away to continue the shopping that I needed done