Disclaimer: I don't own Wizet. Kind of a suprise, eh?)
It was yet another peaceful night of the summer in Mushroom Town. The crickets were chirping and the orange mushrooms were still. Likewise, the Ward household, my house, was quiet too. I hated it.
My eyes stared at the wall in front of me, where my desk was pushed against. A black inked pen was in my hand, being twirled in my hand and sometimes hitting my face lightly; but I didn't care. An empty notebook was before me, screaming, "Write, Larken. WRITE." But alas, it was a silent night, making me lose all creativity. Everyone in the house and Mushroom Town were asleep. Turning on my radio like I usually do would awaken everyone, and of course, get my grounded. I didn't want that.
Sighing, I spun my office chair to my left to face my empty bed. I got up and quietly slipped under the covers. After all, tomorrow was a big day.
---Flashback---
"Larken?" My mother called my name, barging into my room without knocking; as usual.
"Mom!" I snapped. "I'm trying to write something on my summer history report!" She just smiled and shook her head, as if it didn't matter if I failed school.
"Larken, dear, I think it's time you get a job to support your family," she said quietly, still smiling, and stroking my disheveled brown hair.
"Job?" I repeated, arching one of my eyesbrows above my brown eyes. "You own a potion shop, and dad is a retired Crusader. But he still has loads of cash!" I spun around to return to my beloved wall. "... besides, I'm only 14," I added.
Before my mother could say something, my dad walked in. Lovely. My parents were invading my privacy once again. I didn't bother to look at my old man and his White Kendo Robe.
"Hey champ," he greeted.
I just waved my hand in response.
"Which job do you wanna get?"
"Hm?" I shrugged, still looking away. "A mage, I guess."
A second later, a cluster of books were dropped all over my now dusty desk.
"Hey, what the-?"
"So be it!" my father grinned proudly, as mom walked out of the room laughing. "Get studying! If you want to be a mage, you'll have to work for it!"
I groaned as my old man left the room, shutting the door behind him. With nothing else to do, I reached for the book on the top.
Magician Basics, I read, and opened it up.
(And that was the first chapter.
For those who are wondering, I just used an Kendo Robe since it kinda seemed fitting for an old man. xP)