Disclaimer: I don't own The Faerie Path. That goes for the whole story because I'm not saying it again.
A/N: Just an Idea I came up with on the way to my cousin's house. I know its a short prologue but the chapters will probably get longer. I don't know how this is gonna end and the prologue really just sets the scene for the rest of the story.
Transportation spells were never easy for her to begin with especially when your witchcraft tutor had a thirteen year old who stared at your boobs the entirety of the lesson. But that was just the life of seventeen year old Lirit Dagger. "Knock it off Lance" She said to the boy "I know you're looking at my boobs" she opened one of her honey brown eyes, some said they looked gold. Her shoulder length black hair framed her face as she sat within a closed circle
"Sorry" Lance said but he didn't avert his gaze.
Speaking the words Lance's mother had drilled into her mind a flash of lightning hit down where Lirit was sitting and the teen disappeared from the chalk circle drawn on the ebony hardwood floor.
"Uh mom, she um mispronounced the last word." Lance said, his eyes wide with fright
"Damn it!" the woman exclaimed. "Well she's gone into another place… a better one." She shrugged after a moment she reached up and placed her hand on her forehead.
"You mean she's dead?" Lance exclaimed
"She either is now or she will be soon. No one ever returns when they mess up a transportation spell." The woman said as she walked off. "Pack your things" She called over her shoulder "We're leaving before anyone finds out she's gone." Turning the corner she left her son staring at her with contempt, how could anyone not care that their student just disappeared?