The Visionary: A Halfie in Magix

by Tabby Kattene

Rory has always been the odd girl out. She's half witch, half fairy, all cool. So Rory is enrolling in the fairy-witch program at Alfea and Cloud Tower. But will training be enough to save her from evil Lundorix, a villain who wants the crystal Rory owns?

1. Prologue: Just Rory

"Love doesn't discriminate."

I have heard that phrase many times in the sixteen years of my life. It has become the personal motto of my mother and father, two lovers from opposite ends of the magical spectrum. All my life I've had proof that it was true, proof that evil and good could make a life together, have a child together, be together. After all, if that wasn't true, then I wouldn't be here, right?

My name is Rory. Yeah, just Rory, I don't know my last name or my home realm; my parents and I have always been alone. I can sometimes convince my mother to tell me who I am, but just as she does, Papa comes in and redirects her.

Well, okay, I didn't really convince her. I used a little magical force, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

My mother, if you can't tell, is a witch, valedictorian of Cloud Tower in her year, and five-time winner of the "Witchiest Student" title. My dad is a paladin- you know, those healing people. They're basically guy fairies. My dad, he's one of them, nothing special, just a guy. Not an award to his name.

And I'm… just Rory. I should, logically, be a halfie, but logic isn't really a big thing in Magix, you know? I've never done sprouted wings, to the disappointment of my father, and I've never cast a hex, to the disappointment of my mum. I haven't ever done anything magical, all of my potions just turn out like goop, and I didn't experiment with incantations before I could walk, or even after, for that matter.

Now I'm sixteen years old, and I know the drill from the few friends I have. When a child turns sixteen, they apply for higher education at one of the many schools there are around the universe. My top choice? Home school.

It makes sense, if you think about it. I'm not a boy, so that nixes Red Fountain, as cool as being a hero sounds. Alfea and Beta are against the inevitable evil moments I have, courtesy of my genetics. To make matters worse, with my fairy-like sensitivity I couldn't even live through a week at my favorite of my horrific choices, Cloud Tower. And wherever I go, there's gonna be girls there who don't like who I am, who my parents are.

Love doesn't discriminate. But teenagers in Magix sure do.