Hey hey hey! I've been thinking about writing this one forever and now it's finally here! I thought about putting a prologue but it was too short, so I just kicked it right off with chapter 1! I have a few things to say first off:
Iamlooking for a few oc's. Most of them won't have a prominent role in the story, but a few that I really like can stick around for at most 2 or 3 chapters. Minor roles can include wizards being bumped into, some childhood friends for the next chapter, and wizards asked for help. Main roles can include a girl for Miranda to be jealous of, wizards on the dark side, or background story characters for the "mystery boy" in the beginning of this chapter. (Whom you will meet later on).
Second, Miranda Darkheartisa real wizard, so maybe if I get enough hits we can do a meet up! PM me if you want to meet also. She's only lvl 60 because I lost my membership and just recently got back to playing this.
Without further adieu,I don't own w101,I mean, onto the first chapter!
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Trust Me
Ch.1
Secrets. That dreadful word. Everyone has at least one secret in his or her lifetime; it's a human thing. Whether you choose to completely keep it to yourself or tell a trustworthy friend is your choice. However, I believe the latter is probably better. You can't trust anyone in this world. That's what I've picked up along the way. And you know, right now I'm not in the best position to say wonderful things about our world and way of living.
I felt a bead of sweat slither down my cheek and descend to the turquoise ground below me as I dodged the falling debris overhead. I wasn't even paying attention to where I was going, and I could barely feel my legs anymore. As long as I was moving forward as fast as I could, I was getting somewhere. I skidded to a halt as a huge chunk of the ceiling landed just inches away from me. I felt my companion bump into me from behind and we tumbled to the ground.
"Miranda, get up. We don't have time!" He said, already pushing himself back up. Like I said before, my legs were motionless. I'm not one to give up easily, hell, I never give up. But there was nothing I could do. I lay on the ground and closed my eyes in hope that this wasn't real. My head was spinning with thoughts I didn't even know I had in my brain. Oh god. This is it. We're dead. Or I'm dead at least. I can't move and he's probably not going to go without me. This is such a bad place to die, in a crumbling dungeon in Celestia. I haven't even gotten to- I felt my body swing around and suddenly the blood was rushing to my head. I shook my head free of thoughts and opened my eyes. The ground was rushing past me at an unbelievable pace and my arms swung limply just above it. I did my best to twist enough to look up at him.
"What the hell are you doing?!" I yelled as loud as I could over the surrounding crashes. I couldn't believe he was carrying me over his shoulder, what with all of the magic he had previously used up. Actually, I just couldn't believe he was carrying me over his shoulder. I don't like being manhandled. "Put me down!" I pushed on his back to hoist myself up, but to no avail.
"Are you insane?" I heard him scream back. "You're going to slow us down! Stop moving!" My body swung back and forth as he avoided a still collapsing roof, long sky blue hair smacking me in the face with no mercy. "There!" His voice cracked as I saw the cave get progressively lighter. I turned my head as far as it would go to see the entrance, practically glowing with outside light. We were almost there.
But, this probably doesn't make sense to anyone but me. So, lets go back to where this all started.
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My childhood was pretty bleak, as one may call it. At least, when I first attended Ravenwood schools. I was born and raised in Krokotopia, in a small tent of many gathered in a camp like area. I was given the name Miranda Stormcaller, from my dad, David Stormcaller. He was an archeologist, studying the ancient ruins and what used to be. I loved my dad more than anything. He would take me out into a tomb and show me all of his neat spells, flicking his staff this way and that. He was a storm wizard, and I told him I would be too. He laughed and ruffled my hair as I gazed up at him, eyes the color of the ocean on a sunny day beaming. I wasn't as intrigued in archeology as I was with wizardry, though. On the contrary, I never knew my mother, or if I had one at that, because whenever I asked my father he would change the subject. But, I must have had one somewhere along the way or I wouldn't even be here.
Nonetheless, my dad and I would spend every day together. At least, when he wasn't traveling. Sometimes he would get some friends together and go out into dungeons for money or new gear. I didn't do a lot on those days. Sometimes I would sneak out into the tombs when he was gone for the whole day. I ran alongside the walls of the tomb, carefully avoiding stepping off of the sidewalks. "One false step and you could be way over your head in a battle" my dad would warn me. Sometimes the 'big kids' would pass by, Krokotopian gear in their hands, showing it off to their friends. I glanced down at my outfit, a simple, faded, peach colored shirt tucked into the brown belt of my tan pants. My also faded grey boots covered my pants up to my knees. I had a few variations of that outfit along with some other common Krokotopian clothing, but not a lot of variety. Dad always said that I didn't need anything more because I wasn't a wizard yet. I was six around then, and in four more years, I could attend school and become a wizard myself. Storm, of course, the most powerful of them all. And just like daddy.
Skip ahead those four years and I found myself standing in front of the huge cobblestone gate to Ravenwood in Wizard City. My dad got a job excavating Dark Cave and other Wizard City mysteries so that I could attend school. The metal letters stacked together over top of the arc spelled out the name and if you looked long enough, sometimes a letter would spark a color of magic in a random direction. I beamed, grip tightening around my spell books as I took the first stride into the dark tunnel. It was dark for a few steps, but soon the light at the end shone on my shoes and traveled up my body until I was gazing up at the blazing sun shining through the branches of the grandfather tree, Bartleby. I took in the scenery, trying to get each school in my vision at one time, without success. I heard a voice over the speaker echo through the air.
"All new and returning students should report to their respective school at this time. All students to their school at this time." There were more butterflies in my stomach than students at the time. But then again, I was filled with excitement. This was the moment I had been waiting for my entire life. Before I could take a single step I was shoved around and lost my footing immediately. I tumbled to the ground and books flew everywhere. At the sound, the group turned to me. I looked up into the faces of five boys, grins plastered on every last face.
"Looks like you won't be in the balance school if you can't even keep your balance!" A blond snickered. His group followed his lead and before long they were off, laughing as they ran to their schools. I sat up, confused more than hurt, and began to grab my books before hurried students trampled them. As I reached for a book, it was grabbed by another hand and lifted up. I stood now in front of another boy, this one with bright red hair and deep brown eyes. He smiled and handed me the book.
"This yours?" He asked, still holding the book because I stood there speechless.
"Ah, yes! Thank you!" I sputtered. He chuckled as my face turned crimson.
"I'm Hunter. Hunter Firestaff," he extended a hand. "What's your name?"
I struggled to hold everything with one arm before clasping his hand and responding prominently, "Miranda Stormcaller."
"Miranda…" He released my hand. "Can I call you Mira?"
"O-of course! I've never had a nickname before." I was really surprised.
We walked the short distance to the storm school and he waved me off before heading to the fire school. I pushed open the door to see students everywhere. There must have been at least 40 boys and girls sitting on desks, chatting with other kids, or silently sitting in their chairs.
"Hey it's the girl from earlier!" I heard a familiar voice shout. I looked over to my left to see the blond boy from earlier pointing at me. I furrowed my brows and turned to find a desk. He jumped off is desk and followed. "That's some weird getup you got there," he stepped in front of me. "You not from here?" He grinned.
"I'm from Krokotopia," I grasped my books tighter and tried to move around him. He moved in my way and continued.
He sighed, "That place is so boring. It's all just sand and fossils. And I hear that's where the freaks are made." His smile grew devilish, as I got angry. I never said anything though, because I knew I wasn't going to let him ruin the best day of my life.
"All right students, take your seats! There are plenty of them for everyone!" I saw the professor, a frog with long legs, hop onto the top of his desk at the front of the class. The boy chuckled and moved to his seat on the other side of the room. I sat in a seat right in the front, so that I could hear everything said. "My name is Professor Halston Balestrom. I am the professor here at the storm school, and I'm here to help you all unleash your inner thunder!" Cheers from the room sounded, my voice included. "First things first, I'm going to hand out your very own wands!" He twirled his finger and wands flew out of a cabinet and landed one on each student's desk. I stared at mine in disbelief. It was about as long as my fingertips to my elbow with a pink star on the top. I picked it up and twirled it around, watching the light reflect off its diamond-like texture.
"Since today is only the first day, it's a short one, so we have a few more activities to introduce ourselves and get to know each other." Professor Balestrom was on the ground now, pacing back and forth. I zoned out as my eyes traced my wand over and over again.
I'm a wizard. A diviner. I can't believe it.
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EDIT: Please read the authors note at the bottom of chapter 5 for rules on submitting an oc before actually submitting one!
Ah! Hello again! It's great to see you down here, which hopefully means you read through this chapter! Don't forget to hit that review button down there to let me know what you thought, what you'd like to see, any mistakes you found, constructive criticism, and to submit an oc! Make sure to add:
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