Taking Back Ravenwood

Disclaimer: I don't own Wizard101 or any books/movies/songs that may or may not be mentioned in this story.

Timberstar: Thank you guys for the OCs. Just to let you all know, some of the OCs are not going to appear until one or two chapters after this one. Right now though I am kind of sad no one tried to guess who the three past Ravenwood teachers are who are in the resistance. There is still time to guess. And there is still room for some characters. By the way, I should have put for the character profile, which side they are on. As well as what they do for that side. Ex. Resistance Head Healer.

Anyway, here is the first actual chapter. Enjoy.


Jack Frost

(? POV)

The fog was thick. Very thick. I could see nothing no matter where I went. Unlike the last few times I found myself here, there was something else in the fog with me. A pedestal and a crystal ball. I look into the crystal ball and see images/scenes passing by.

A smashed fountain. Kids and teens with blank faces walking from one building to another. School-like buildings boarded up. A flash of an old staff being broken. A teen with broken teeth whipping another teen. And an old tree being guarded by dark clothed beings.

The last scene was an office. My first impression of it was that it was the office of someone evil. The walls, that had been painted a dark blood red, were chipping. The shelves on the right side of the room had bones and jars, of things that I don't want to describe, spread out . A table in the back left area of the room looked like some psycho doctor's table. With whips, knives, clubs, chains, and all sorts of metal objects laying neatly on the top of the table. The big desk in the middle of the room held papers, books, writing utensils, and a name block sitting on top. The block read 'Headmaster Drake'.

Suddenly, I see a movement near the desk. Looking up at the chair, which had been turned away from me, turned around. Sitting on the chair was a man, who I guess is this 'Headmaster Drake' person. He has black hair, black eyes, pale skin, and a scowl on his face. As I was taking in his features, the man suddenly looks strait at me. I am hit with the overwhelming need to run, so I turn around and run.

All I can think about is that man.

"Jack."

When he looked at me, all I felt was...

"Jack!"

Despair, sadness, and fear. That man is...

"JACK FROSTLIN!"

"What! Ouch!"

I open my eyes as I rub my head. Looking up, from my position on the ground next to my bed, I see Janet, one of the workers here at the orphanage I live in. She has her hands on her hips and is looking at me with an expression between amusement and annoyance.

"About time ye got up. I've been trying ta wake ye up for ten minutes now. Were ye having that good a dream Jack?," she told me as she went about the room.

"Not really. The dream was weird and had turned into a nightmare of some kind at the end." I felt I had to tell her this.

"Well," Janet huffed," Normally ye are one of the first boys here to be awake, even during Summer."

"Maybe the dream kept me sucked in or something," I told her.

"Hmm, maybe. Now get dressed and go get some sun. Ye'll be needing it, me thinks, Mr. Frostlin." Janet leaves as she gets the last word out.

'My name is Jack Frostlin. Some of the other orphans as well as some of my classmates call me 'Jack Frost'. I am sixteen years old. Am an even six feet tall, with lightly tanned skin, ice-blue eyes, and white hair with silver tips. No one has noticed the silver color in my hair, so I don't mention it. The nick-name I have, came about because of several rumors made about me. Some of the more popular ones are: My body is made of ice, I can control the weather, I can turn people into snowmen, and that I was born in a snowstorm. Lucky for me, all of them are false. Except for the last one, which is a story for another time.'

I get dressed in my pale blue button up shirt, dark gray jeans, white combat boots, and snow camouflage jacket. One of my favorite outfits. Grab my wallet and light gray gloves and try to decide how to get out of my room today. Out the window or the door like a normal person. My room is on the second floor of the building, but there is a shed near the wall on the outside. I decide to go out the normal way, through the door. As I open the door and start walking out, I look up from the floor and see a strange dark portal looking thing. I couldn't stop walking in time and ended up going through the portal. My eyes closed.

When the strange feeling ended, I open my eyes and look around. I start getting scared when I realize I am in the room from my dream. I hear a cough and turn to the sound, seeing the same man from before.

"Welcome," he drawls," new wizard, Jack Frostblade, to Ravenwood School of Necromancy."

'School of what? FrostBLADE? What is going on?' I think to myself as the man keeps talking.

"I am your Headmaster, Malistaire Drake. Address me as Headmaster Drake or risk being punished." He finishes coldly.

'This is a school and this... this evil man is the headmaster! What have I gotten myself into?' I fret in my own mind.


Soo, that's the end of the first actual chapter. An introduction of one of the main characters.

Now, remember this, when submitting and OC also add which side they are on and what they do for that side. For the resistance I already have a Healer, Strategist, and Defense expert. So come up with something. And don't forget, if you are making the leader(s) of the resistance make them a Death student who didn't agree with Malistaire's ideas.

Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter. Sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammar errors. Have a good day/night/week whatever. Bai-bai.