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Chapter One

Swiftly she traveled across the dorm room floor until she found herself in front of a large crystalline chest. She moved her slender hands over to the lock and whispered something. A purple spark jolted through the lock and caused it to break. She gripped the chest lid tightly and pulled it upward towards herself. She heard the soft sound of someone getting up. She knew she must hurry. If she didn't get what she was searching for then she would fail in her mission. She heard footsteps coming her way. Her breathing became rapid. There was no way that the person who this dorm belonged to could possibly know she was there...

The chest was now open and she grabbed the object that was tightly wrapped in cloth. Now she needed to escape. She cast a spell to camouflage herself into the blood red walls. All she needed to do was calm down. If that was even possible. She remembered her training. She envisioned a giant healthy tree surrounded by a lake and a mass green valley. She concentrated on the water especially. There was something about the smooth flow that made her calm.

She felt the energy of a wizard hit her own. It crashed like a wave hitting the rocks of a shore. She just hoped that the wizard didn't feel it too.

"Who's there?" were the the magic words spoken by the wizard. She just wanted to drop the artifact and run.

"I'm warning you, I have a staff and I'm not afraid to use it," the wizard continued to say. Her breaths became quick and erratic; her cover almost blown. There was no way she could hold her own against a wizard of all things.

The wizard moved his staff closer and closer towards her. She could tell he was using it as a tracking beacon to find her. She had to slowly move to avoid it. Soon enough she was cornered. She knew that she should remove the charm. She had been discovered. She said the counter charm underneath her breath. It showed her dark fully covered suit, raven black hair, piercing brown eyes, and short height.

"So you're the one that was trying to steal my precious amulet. I have to admit I was suspecting a bit more. You're not exactly intimidating or terrifying," the wizard told her, amused.

"Am I supposed to be intimidating?" she replied irritably.

"Oh no, but I wasn't expecting a cute little girl," the wizard told her coolly.

"Cute? Cute? That's all you have to say, of course, and I AM NOT LITTLE!" she told him, now aggravated.

"Could you please just give me back my amulet and forget about this little chat. It's late and I don't feel like having to physically take it from you," the wizard told her.

"ACHOO!" she sneezed. Next she started to shiver. She glared at him. Of course her cold had to show itself now, when it was least opportune.

"You're sick," he told her.

"So what if I am," she challenged.

"Why did you try to steal something if you're so ill?" he asked her. She sighed.

"If I didn't try I would have been killed," she told him.

"Come on, you're not going back, as much as I would love to hate you for attempting to steal something from me," he shook his head. "I just can't. As long as you don't come back to who ever forced you to steal I can help you get a life."

"You can?" she asked, curiously.

"Yes," the wizard told her. "Just as long as you swear on your magic to not to go back."

"I swear on my magic not to be a thief for Morganthe," she vowed.

"So what's your name?" he asked her once she finished her vow.

"Evangelica," she answered.

"Pretty name," he replied. "Too bad we have to change it."

"It's okay," she told him. She never really liked her name. It was always too unique for her.

"What name would you like, it can be as unique as you would like. You know what wizard names are like..."

"Yeah..."

"So what is it?" He asked

"My name will be Jenna ShadowWhisper."

"Okay. At least we have that part of that done." He told her.

"What world would you like to come from?" He asked.

Jenna thought about it. She truly did. She could come from many places, but she had to admit that Marleybone seemed the best. In Marleybone she could pretend she didn't know hardly anything about any magic. Even though it would be the truth. Her mistress didn't want her to know much. She couldn't even teleport. Every wizard could teleport. She knew that. Since she didn't want to invoke the wrath of Morganthe. A smart idea on her part as Morganthe would have tortured her more.

Morganthe was not a good mistress in Jenna's opinion. She could never make her happy, no matter what she did. She was tortured for even the simplest mistake. She had the marks of Shadow magic on her. Some of them still burned from weeks before. Jenna knew that Morganthe would have eventually killed her, and it would be a relief for her. She would no longer have to put up with her life as a servant/slave. Maybe she would have be reincarnated into something more?

"I believe that I'll come from Marleybone," she told the wizard.

"Interesting choice Jenna," he told her.

"Why is it so interesting?" she asked.

"I thought you'd of said Mooshu," he told her.

Jenna rolled her eyes of course this wizard was going to misjudge her. She wouldn't have come from Mooshu even if it killed her.

"So what is your name," she asked. She knew she could no longer call her savior, "wizard."

"Sloan WildSong," he answered.

"Oh," she told him.

"So would you tell me who Morganthe is?" he asked.

"She is the Umbra queen, master of the art of shadow," she told him.

"Shadow?" He asked. "You mean the same shadow that created the spiral?"

"Yes," she replied.

"So what does she want?" he asked.

"She wants to rule the spiral, Achoo," she half sneezed.

"You need to take care of that cold," he told her.

"You think I really don't know that?" she asked irritably.

"So you really worked for someone who wanted to take over the spiral?" he asked rhetorically.

Jenna thought about it. She really did work for the person who wanted to take over the spiral. She didn't want to, but that didn't matter. She had worked for someone that wanted to conquer every world and their magics.

"So what type of magic do you want to practice?" he asked.

"Can't I wait for a better time in the morning before then?" she asked.

"Fine," he replied.

"You may stay in my dorm room, just don't disturb my pet, Gizmo," he told her.

"Okay," she replied. "Where do you want me to sleep? I can stay on the ground if you wish..."

"No., no you may have the spare bed, my roommate died from illness" he told her.

Jenna was amazed by the kindness of this wizard. She never was treated nicely. The most kindness she was given from Morganthe was the occasional bit of food.

"Don't look so surprised, I need a new roommate, before they plague me to get another one," he told her.

"No one has ever done something so nice for me," she told him.

"Well then," he told her. "Now is a good time for that to change."

"You don't have to," she told him.

"Yes I do. Now let me please heal you. You cannot go wizarding school sick," he told her.

She sighed and prepared herself for whatever he was going to do to her. When he came closer he gave him his amulet back. She had no use for it now that she was no longer Morganthe's servant. He put it back into the chest and locked it. He came back to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. He whispered something and a green light emerged from the darkness and surrounded her. She could now see the wizard in front of her. He had medium length black hair, medium skin and deep ember brown eyes that seemed to flicker like a flame. He was wearing tan robes, unlike her ninja-pig like outfit she was currently wearing.

When the green light faded she felt better then she had in years. The continuous pain of the shadow magic was gone and she also was no longer shivering.

"Thank you," she told him. He removed his hands and guided her to the spare bed. She situated herself under the blankets and fell asleep. Not caring that on the other side of the room Sloan laid. Because for once in her life she was getting the warmth she desired so much.