My friend once said, the genre for school is overused In writing stories. She's the same person who have top marks in comprehension and somewhere in ff hmm….

Anyways, this is not largely of schools BUT of escaping one which seems more like a prison. With a sprinkle of magic and technology. Nope, airplanes not invented yet nor flying spells as the dragons got that knowledge.

Read on

The letter to seven years of hell

Men were once gifted with the gift of air; to fly as freely as the birds and drift away as smoothly as the wind itself. But one day, the dragons, the oldest race of creatures had a dispute with men over the territory in air and other elements thus they had an agreement over the territory they conquer. Men will have knowledge and control over the earth and seas while the dragons, of fire and air.

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Namine reread the paragraph over again. The words are printed with bold black ink that was faded on a dusty and yellowed page. Yet, the 14 year old blonde was captivated by the myth. It was one of her many favorite stories to read, others wind or air related. Yes, Namine was fascinated by flying.

She had this strange obsession ever since her mother had pointed out an eagle at the horizon at sun set. They were all cozy as her mother explained in great detail on how magnificent the king of the skies was, how it can conquer the skies just like what the dragons had done previously before they mysteriously disappear.

This was all before her mother died of course and she was sent to live with her godmothers whom she called affectionately 'Blue','Green' and 'Pink'. Being separated to her father is not a problem to her; she just cannot simply get along with him who hardly ever interact with her.

Now, she lives rather happily with her godmothers, helping them do basic earth magic of brewing potions to be sold and earning it for a living. Her father did send money over from time to time yet her godmothers insisted that she saved them. As long as she is under their care, their money must be used to take care of her. So the tiny magical pouch kept swallowing more and more munny.

As a child, she was as curious as kittens and would explore her home which includes a river flowing south to a forest nearby as well as the small garden where her godmothers grew strange herbs. There were caves too littered over the stretch of forest, some well hidden.

There were no neighbors to be seen but she knew that the winding path in front of the house would lead to a small village between two valleys. It is called the DiValley village for obvious reasons. Her childhood friend came from said village.

The first time they met, it was totally unexpected. She was a nine year old at that time and had not yet finishes exploring every nook and cranny of the forest. The rain had just receded. The ground was soggy and slippery. Against warnings of her godmothers (especially Green) Namine put on some large waterproof boots and a thick raincoat before setting out to explore. She heard that there was a slight flood around the river and wondered if the flood had opened any new caves or routes for her to explore.

As she prod and poked some rocks or green patches for any openings, her foot slipped and kicked out beneath her, sending her whole body slipping down a small hill straight to a huge piece of rock jutting out of earth. Her sharp blue eyes quickly caught sight of a small opening. She slipped a small finger in the opening and found the 'secret' opening. Namine immediately squeeze through the seemingly small opening and came face to face with something or someone already occupying the cave.

He looked to be around seven and was curled up in a fetal position. Soft sobbing echoed around the cave. Namine slowly walked to him and put a reassuring hand on his right shoulder. He cringed immediately then relaxed. Before Namine could blink, the young boy threw himself at her and clutched her tight. The weight caused her to land bluntly on her butt. The pain was not as intense as the sobbing of the young boy. He seemed to have nice deeper blond spikes that felt soft under her touch as she stroked his head. He calmed down after some time.

He finally removed himself from her and she got a good glimpse of his youthful face as he faced her.

"I'm Scared of thunder."

"It's over now," Namine replied awkwardly. She did not know how to comfort the small child, her maternal skills somewhat undeveloped. It apparently had a desired effect over the youngling. He no longer shook but seemed to be ashamed of his actions before. He furiously rubbed his eyes and looked at Namine full in the face.

They sat there for a whole minute until Namine decided to break the uncomfortable staring contest (at least to her).

"Let's return you home." Namine said slowly and stood up. As she pulled the youngling up, she felt his whole body now shivering with cold. He's drenched!

"Here." Namine unbuttoned her thick raincoat and covered him with it. Her warmth enveloped him almost suddenly. He did not reply. They then exited the cave and she managed to return him to his house after asking her godmothers.

When she returned, her godmothers all wore a secret smile.

"What's with the smile?" namine asked curiously.

The godmothers all shook their heads. "Ahh, it's the start of a beautiful lo-"

"Frinedship!" Pink said firmly. "They're too young to think of such things, Green!"

Blue merely shrugged. But the smile did not leave.

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Namine closed the book, sending dust blooming right into her face. She sneezed violently and returned the book to its original place in the bookshelf. It is one out of thousands in the library of her house located at the basement. She does read up on methods to brew certain potions to help her godmothers and just skim through books on casting simple spells. Even though she searched the whole library for a flying spell, the closest she ever found is a spell to make one float or walk on water. Pink had noticed her frequent searches and confirmed to her that there are no flying spells invented yet. This mould her aspiration to invent a spell that allows one to fly as freely as birds (without the danger to morphing into one).

"Namine! Roxas has arrived!" Blue's voice echoed throughout the basement.

Namine perked up and scrambled up the ladder leading to a trap door. It opens to the Kitchen where she could see Green busy fixing something for lunch ( or is it a potion?) . Namine grabbed two popsicles from the fridge and hurried to the living room. Standing at the door is the 'youngling' now grown up and known as Roxas. He gave her a wide grin. He was wearing a faded blue overall, his hands were clad in smudged brown gloves and he wore sneakers. Namine, wearing an old white shirt with baggy jeans returned his grin and waved the two popsicles at him.

"Be back later!" Namine hollered upstairs and to the kitchen before she sprinted off with Roxas leading the way.

They ran past the river flowing south into the forest. They both stopped at the edge of a small hill. Roxas instantly slid down towards a piece of rock jutting out of the small hill. Rolling her eyes, Namine did the same and they both entered the cave.

The interior of the cave was dark but Namine and Roxas both had gotten used to the darkness. The packets were torn open and the childhood friends sucked on their sea salt ice cream leisurely.

"Namine, guess what? I finish sketching out the design for my air machine!" Roxas announced excitedly. Namine nodded encouragingly, the popsicle still in her mouth. She crawled closer to him as he unfolded a thick piece of paper and spread it on the ground.

Her mind did not register a single thing Roxas had excitedly explained about his design as he pointed out certain structures here and there. They both might share a love of flying but he chose a different and seemingly (to Namine), a harder way to fly. He, on the other hand, claimed that he had no talent for magic and did not plan to learn anytime soon.

"Well, I may not be an expert on this stuff but at least you'll impress the ladies!" Namine exclaimed. For some weird reasons, the girls in the DiValley loved men who know these things. "And you certainly convince them that you don't swing that way-"

"Namine! I absolutely don't swing that way! One accident and you hold on to it like a leech!" Roxas complained. Namine knows exactly what he's talking about.

There was an incident at the DiValley where some thumping was heard at Roxas' workspace aka the barn beside his house. Namine at that time was passing by and she scurried towards the source of the noise along with some other villagers. A shocking sight greeted them. Axel, Roxas' red mane cousin got Roxas pinned down and they were in a veeery intimated position. Roxas' red face complicates things further. They were apparently having a scuffle over a lone screwdriver which rolled under god-knows-where and was never found.

There was silence after Namine's giggling subsided.

"I really don't swing that way, Nami." Roxas insisted earnestly. He looked seriously at her.

"Tell that to your lady, my friend." Namine joked lightly. "She needs to know, not me."

She did not notice Roxas' left hand clutching the ground tightly.

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Just as the clock striked twelve, Namine stepped into her house. But there was something out of place.

She expected to see Pink putting away the groceries in the kitchen, ready for lunch and Blue finished setting the table. Green should be putting today's lunch on the dining table too. Instead, she saw all three of them at the living room, collapsed on the plush chairs and sofa. A letter lay on the coffee table, urging her to read it.

Dear Namine,

You will be attending the Oblivion 13 School for the ladies. I will not permit you to live in such an uncivilized place to have you turn to be a mere village girl. You will be disciplined to be a fine lady and find a high class suitor that can take over my invention business. You will be leaving…There will be no arguments.

Mr Yamato.

If she did not know that she hated her father, she knows now.

Okay, pls R and R! If you are looking for fast paced romance with detailed descriptions, dun bother I suck at writing those. This is more of an adventure type where she- better not say! Yes, Roxas and Namine will be eventually together, dun worry. But DEVELOPMENTS are necessary.

~SeraphineKH