I was only 3 when the war started.
I remember it clearly: the sky turning red, the shrieks in the air, and the grasping of my hand one last time before my parents left me with my brother and sister. All of the sirens roaring, screaming, bursting for one last time before a flaming meteor struck the death school and ripped it from the crust of Wizard city, plummeting it to its… death. I can remember perfectly the expression on my brother and sister's face: Pure terror. Pure confusement. Pure… everything. I can also remember the last glance my parents gave me before the meteor hit, and it was simply a look of nothing. They already knew their fate. It was too late for them.
I recall my brother and sister grabbing my hand and running farther than I could ever imagine at that time to stop into a cave. They stopped only to look back at the rising smoke emerging from where the meteor took its path and simply stare. The ash towered over everything we could see… even Bartleby, our great father tree of time. At that time I thought there was no hope left for us or Wizard City, and through pure confusement and shame I ran into the cave that soon became our home throughout the chaos that was happening.
That cave was the only reason we lived.
There was more meteors- in fact, tons of them- piling on top of Wizard City and ripping off parts of streets and towns that we knew and loved. Take Firecat Alley, for instance. Another whole city was gone and destroyed by simply one meteor. And-And Cyclops Lane… it was struck by a meteor too…
…
… But By the time I grew to be 6 my brother and sister had enlisted in the Ravenwood School of Magic to fight against the supposed enemy of Wizard City. They said that it was only for the best that they did this, and they left me at home to tend the pets and watch all sorts of other things in the cave by Golem Court. However, I believed it was only best that I joined them too, but they refused to enter me…
Their reasoning was unclear, so I became stubborn.
The day that they left for training they hugged me and said their goodbyes, explaining what would and might happened if they were defeated in combat…
However, they didn't know that I was coming with them. Not right away, of course.
Throughout their time of training I was studying the art of Death Magic in hope to join them. With them being Balance and Life Wizards, I believed that a threesome of these schools would be unstoppable. This thought lead me to obtaining Merle's book of Death and studying/ reading the whole thing straight through while stopping on occasion to breath. By age 9 I was a level 26 Necromancer… Technically. Even though Ravenwood schools hadn't enlisted me, I was strong enough to be considered one. So when I found out that my brother and sister's training had been extremely successful and they were considered Grandmaster Wizards...
I realized that this was going to be a lot harder than I thought.
Anyone who is actually smart knows that being a Grandmaster Wizard is truely the main goal of any enlisted student of Ravenwood. For being a Grandmaster Wizard means you are strong enough to contain the power of using Critical spells to your advantage in any battle, even without using the crown shop. So for me to find out that they have hooked on to the power of Critical spells made me wonder how far I was actually going to get with this illegal studying.
It also made me wonder how long I was going to be able to use this book without Merle finding out.
Any great idiot knows that stealing isn't good.
With the news came more and more studying from my end of the game. I grasped onto any random page I could find in the book and read it from top to bottom at least 3 times in hope that my mind could comprehend it. Soon enough I became level 34 in Necromancy and I had discovered a way to control the power of Ice magic under the recommendation of the book.
Who knew that stupid book could do so much?
PFFFFT.
Not me.
And with that drastic studying came today. Here I am, studying my (yay, censorship) off with every page that I flip. And then here it comes:
THE MAIL.