Introduction

Okay, since I don't exactly know how to start a story, I'll go by telling you who I am first. Hi, I'm Juliet. I am a wizard, no not a witch, a wizard, something totally different. People often times think that I am an evil witch, but that certainly isn't the case. I actually hate witches, in fact. Our magical powers, if you will, are constructed in the same manner, though, but there is one huge difference. Wizards are also weapons, too. My weapon should be a lead pipe or a scythe. That's what most of my family was, anyway. I'm not exactly sure what my weapon is, because (and this is one of the bad things about being a wizard) I have to have a meister in a 10 foot radius of me. When I do step into that radius though, my magic is cut off. It's only turned out, though, like a light. I can turn it back on as long as I leave that radius.

My source of spell power is dolphins. I have many of them living within my soul. Don't worry, they aren't used for evil or anything like that. I mostly use them to purify ocean water and things of that nature. I have no reason to want to do things for my own selfishness (oh god, I sound like a freaking hippy!)

Sorry you can't know much more about me, but I wouldn't want to ruin anything for anyone. So I shall let the story begin!

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I glare down at DeathWeaponMeisterAcademy. If only I could enroll there somehow. Then I would be able to become a weapon, with a meister. I'm guessing I would have to be checked, though, and the whole blah de da of being a witch and having to leave or I'll die would probably happen. Damn it. I always tell the schools I enroll in that I'm a wizard, not a witch, but they are usually to cautious or lazy to care. It sounds crazy, but I think I'm going to try it this time.

I heard this is a very good, high quality school, too. Maybe they will be able to tell that I'm a wizard, not a witch. God, wouldn't that be nice? Hm…when should I do it? Tomorrow, I'll do it tomorrow.

"Hey, Dolphin Girl," sneers that low evil voice behind me. Medusa.

Turning around, I reply, "Hello, you heartless bitch."

A wicked grin spreads across her face. "I thought I would just fly around the sky, see what was going on at the DWMA today. You know you probably shouldn't be here. They'll sense a witch's soul."

"Yeah, it'll be yours, because I'm not a witch!" I snapped.

Breathe; she's trying to get on your nerves.

"Oh, but you are, dear. You're so young, you know, so beautiful. You'd make a fine witch. 14 isn't too old to convert to one."

"Never," I said without hesitation. "I don't want to end up like you: so alone, having the snakes inside of you as your only friend. You're the exact opposite of what I want to be."

"You know I could say the same thing about you and your dolphins. Snake, snake, cobra, cobra, hisssss!"

One of her snakes aimed right for my face. I dodged and perched myself on the tips of one of the academy's towers. "You know Medusa, at least wizards don't have to mumble those crazy spells, like a moron. It let's me know you're going to attack."

Prosválloun to friktó mágissa stiu leitourgía tou nerou, I whispered in my mind. It's a Greek spell I learned from my mother. I don't have to say anything, just think it, which makes things a lot faster.

Immediately, a blast of water came rushing out of my chest in her direction. Dolphins, go while she's distracted. My friends came out after the blast, ready to wrap around her. Medusa looks pissed.

"It seems like you are looking for a fight, huh?" I say. I made sure that the water I blew at her was hot, so it would mix with her cold blood, making it almost evaporate, to make her body movement slower.

The blast barely sweeps across her shoulder as she dives away, making a shallow cut. No one knows the true power of water.

Cadi Serida, I think. The dolphins dive down, their fins chopping her arms and legs, this time deeper cuts.

"Medusa, you should really stop trying to make enemies, especially with me. I come from a powerful wizard heritage. My family fought with yours, I know your weaknesses."

Blood dripped from her mouth. "Very good, very good." She clapped sarcastically. "You're great with magic, like your mother was. It's still not too late to—"

"No. I believe that we established this. I could, but I won't. It's my decision."

"Damn you're stubborn," she says angrily. "Fine don't let me control you, but consider it…"

And she flew off, like a coward. At least I don't have to deal with her anymore. She knows that I can control her blood using water temperature, a witch's worst fear. Sadly, I'm the only member in my family that is alive; therefore I am the only wizard that can control water. Some call it gifted, some call it cursed. I always get witches wanting to challenge me. They want to prove their power. Sometimes I win. I loose more than win though, that's why a lot of witches are so full of themselves. My soul, my heart, my mind, they all hold pure hatred toward them.

I just wonder how I'll enroll in the DWMA. That's what I should be worrying about. Do I walk in saying that I would like to enroll? What if I need a parent? Like that would ever happen.

I look at my watch (yes, just because I'm a wizard doesn't mean that I can't have a regular watch). It's five o'clock, time to head for home.

My body hovered over the city. It's such a nice, quiet little place. I would love to live here if I do possibly get enrolled in the DWMA. What if there is no place to live? What if I accidentally slip up and have to leave? What if I don't get enrolled? Okay, I am freaking out.

Breathe Juliet, the dolphins in my soul say, it'll be okay.

Sometimes they talk to me. They are usually very polite, but there is—was—this one named Gladys, and he isn't nice at all.

My mom decided that Gladys was the dark, mad side of me, so she cast a spell to make him stay quiet for ten years. Ten years was the most she could do. She cast that spell when I was five years, four months, and eleven days old. I'm fourteen, and I won't turn fifteen for a few months, but when I do that's when his voice will start coming back. When it's four months and eleven days, I will have to have someone else perform the spell again, but I don't know who would do it. Now that mom had disappeared, I don't know who will. Oh well; I should only worry about it closer to when the time will come. If this spell isn't preformed on that day, Gladys might take over me and possibly my soul.

I remember that mean things he said.

"Hey, Juliet, why don't you become a witch? Do it. It will make this a lot more interesting. If not I'll have to eat a part of your lungs," he said, clear as day.

"No, please don't. If you do I'll have an asthma attack," I said.

I was always worried about what he would do. Eventually, he did take a bite of my soul, and my lungs while he was at it. After that, Mom did the spell, and he stopped talking.

Mom told me that the little gap that he put into my soul is where he would come again. His soul would slowly start growing in that gap the second I turned fifteen, and he would become part of my soul. I can't let that happen.

I approached a hollow tree, my home. It isn't very nice, though. My potions and wands are all kind of piled in there. My magic carpet isn't in good shape either. No, it isn't great, but it is better than nothing.

Tomorrow I need to show up at that school with confidence: stand up straight, smile, look like I belong there. No, I do belong there and I can feel it.

My head rests on a balled-up jacket that I have. I toss Mom's cloak over my body, making a bed on the ground.

One thing covers my mind as my sleeping body waits for the next day.

Hope.