Trust me chapter 2
Hello again my lovelies. Wow! So many reviews on only the first chapter! Thank you so much! 6w6 Alright so far I have one oc submitted (and I'll add you in in a few chapters) but unless someone wants to be the boy who bullies Miranda or in his possie then I'll have to make up a character for him. If someone does take that role, I'll come back here and change the features for you C: I promise I wont hate you for being mean to my baby lol. But also, his personality never changes, so he wont be nicer ever. Sorry ^^; Same goes for anytime there is a he/she without a name or features, feel free to apply for that position. You can refer to the bottom of chapter one for oc submissions. Thanks again! 3 I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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"How was your first day?" My dad asked as I ran into his arms. He picked me up and swung me around before placing me back on my feet and squatting to my height.
"Amazing! Look I got my own wand!" I waved my wand around, sending sparks in random directions.
"Ok, ok, watch where you point that thing!" He chuckled, lowering my arm with his hand. I laughed and continued to marvel my new wand with wide eyes.
"What else did you do?" He asked as he began to take a seat crisscross on the dark grass of our lawn. As a diviner, we lived in a storm house. Most of the actual house was underwater, only the top visible on land. The sky was always dark, as if going to rain, but it never did. Yet the grass was always covered in fresh dew. There was land all around the building, mostly grass and little patches of dirt and weeds. This was our main house when we weren't staying long-term for an excavation in Krok.
I sat across from him, ready to spew every detail of my day. "Well, first we all made a dot on the spiral map of where we were from so we could see where everyone lived. I'm the only one from Krokotopia." I frowned, watching a beetle crawl through the thick grass and dirt.
"That just means you're unique!" He stated.
"Well, this one boy said only freaks were from there..." I trailed off.
"What? Absolutely not!" I looked up into his deep purple eyes. "You know everyone from Krok and they're all the nicest, coolest people you know, right?" He smiled warmly.
"Yeah, you're right. It was still the best day ever!" I brightened up.
"I'm so glad."
"And then we played more games to learn each other's names and dreams."
"What did you say?" he leaned over curiously.
"I said I was going to be the bestest and strongest diviner in history! Just like you!" I flung up my arms. He laughed again.
"And you will be," He said, ruffling my short, light blue hair before standing up. I decided not to tell him what the boy said about my dream, which was that there was no way I could do that. My smile faltered a little when I thought about it. After a few moments of silence, he clapped his hands together. "Alright it's getting pretty late now, so lets go inside." He took my hand and led me to the front of the house. Every night, he never failed to tuck me in and tell me a story about one of his adventures. Tonight's story was about Grizzleheim, where they battled bears. He used hand motions and sound effects to make it more interesting and I giggled. At the end he got up off the side of my pastel purple bed and brushed back my bangs to lightly kiss my forehead.
"Goodnight Miranda. Have a great day at school tomorrow." He said softly.
"Goodnight daddy." I smiled and whispered back as he turned off the lights and closed the door. It was the same thing I said to him every night, but I would have said something different if I knew that would be the last time I ever saw him.
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The next morning, I made sure to get a backpack to hold my books so that I could grip my wand in my hand. Dad is always gone in the morning either for work or to go on another adventure. That's ok with me, because he's always back after school. I headed to the storm school, greeting Torrence, the storm tree, before reaching for the door handle. I felt something race past me, grabbing the handle and flinging the door open. I watched as the boy from yesterday made a face at me and raced inside with his two friends. I blinked a few times in surprise.
"Don't worry about them, they always do that." I heard a voice next to me. A girl with medium length, light brown hair and auburn eyes was standing across from me in front of the open door. She smiled and gestured for me to go inside.
"O-ok." I smiled. "Thank you." I walked inside.
"You can sit next to me if you want, the seat there is empty." She said from behind me. Upon entering I felt a crumpled bit of paper hit my forehead and I traced it back to the same boy. His short, fire-red hair reminded me of Hunter, but his dark, sarcastic eyes stood out too much to be the same. I shook it off and followed the girl to her seat. I took the seat next to her as Professor Balestrom tapped his baton on the desk.
"I'm Iridian." She leaned over and whispered, cupping her hand around her mouth to avoid being seen by the professor.
"Miranda." I replied softly.
"Alright! Today, students, we will be getting right into it by getting our first cards and testing out our new wands!" He picked up a star wand and thrust it into the air. Cheers erupted from the students. He hopped down from the desk and instructed student to form a single file line behind him. I stood behind Iridian and we began to move. The doors were pushed and we traveled out into the world.
"My students can join me over here!" A canine in a tuxedo and top hat instructed to our group.
"That's me, I'll catch up with you later!" Iridian waved and joined other kids running over to the instructor. She wasn't actually storm, but balance. This was something I didn't know, for now I had no one to talk to. Because of the rough start to the school year, my confidence had faltered slightly, and I had become shyer and less social. I had never really been introduced to the world, so I hadn't had time to experience other people and cultures. We headed to the open area behind the storm school where some hay test dummies stood like scarecrows.
"Now, everyone form a line and face me. Make two rows." Balestrom instructed and we obeyed. I stood on the end of the front row. "First, raise your wands and gently flick with your wrist." I couldn't believe that on the second day we were already going to learn magic. Nonetheless we all did as instructed and little sparks of magic were spit this way and that from multiple wands. I raised my arm and mimicked exactly what the professor sis, but nothing happened. My wand didn't even light up. I looked around at other kids who were having no problems. Before I could even question anything, Professor Balestrom spoke.
"Brilliant! Getting used to your wand is the first step to learning magic. Now everyone come here and receive your very first spell, the thunder snake!" He hopped enthusiastically. I lowered my wand in defeat and held back tears before joining the students rushing to the frog. The large huddle parted and I stepped up to receive my card.
"Ah! Stormcaller, correct? I remember teaching your father when he was just a wee one! He did say his daughter was going to follow in his footsteps. I'm looking forward to working with you!" He smiled. My day had been brightened instantly from that and I took my card with a grin.
"Tsk! Already the teacher's pet!" The red-haired boy sneered as I returned to the students. I puffed out my cheeks.
"Why have you been picking on me? I haven't even done anything!" I asked angrily. He seemed thrown back that I had actually said something, but quickly recovered with a sly smile.
"Because you looked so weak when you walked through that door yesterday." He sneered. My eyes grew wide and I gulped. I looked to the ground, fists clenched. I'll show him. I thought.
"Now! Who's going to go first?" Balestrom asked, and my hand shot up before I could stop it. My anger had spiked and it brought my confidence with it. "Stormcaller! Alright, step over here with your card. I stood a few feet away from the test dummy, feet spread to shoulder length. The card in my hand glowed and I heard gasps from behind me. "Let it out of your hand slowly." I saw Balestrom slowly do the motion and I let the card rise into the air surrounded by a purple mist. It was the coolest thing I had ever seen. "Now flick your wrist like before!" He shooed the air for me to proceed and my confidence lowered as I began to doubt if it would work. I flicked my wrist, waiting for the spell to complete and a thunder snake to pop out. The card burst into ash and sprinkled to the ground.
After what seemed like minutes of silence, laughter erupted from the heard of students behind me. I felt my face heat up and choked back more tears.
"Now now, that is what is called fizzling. Sometimes when a spell isn't high in accuracy, it fails. It is quite common for storm students. Don't worry, you'll get it next time, it just takes some practice." He hopped over to reassure me. "Next?" I retreated to the back of the line as students pointed and chuckled. I tried to hold back, but tears streamed down my face. No one could see, as I was far past the back of the school, so I didn't try to stop them now. I watched as the blond boy succeeded in summoning the snake as well as every other student but me.
"Make sure to grab your bags from inside before you go! Have a good weekend!" Balestrom waved us off as the bell rang from above. I dried my tears and headed inside to find my bag drenched in water, laughing children running out the door. I picked it up and held it to my side, away from my body as far as I could, and headed home.
"Dad?" I cupped my free hand around my mouth and yelled to the seemingly empty household. My voice quivered, the path of dried tears still stained on my cheeks. After no response, my heart seemed to stop and I dropped my bag right there by the spiral door. I started up a fast paced jog to the front door. About halfway it turned into a run, and then a sprint. I flung the front door open. "Dad!" I frantically ran into the kitchen, through the halls, to the study, and upstairs, tears returning. He had never failed to come home, with the exception of letting me know that he was going to be home a little later than usual.
Returning downstairs, I wiped my eyes again and headed back to the study to check if he had left anything. His bags were gone, as well as his staff and gear. I flipped through papers on his desk, reading things like "Celestain queen at it again!" or "Crustaceans in need of a savior!" and coming at a halt at an open book. I turned it over to read the cover. "Traveling the spiral on your own: A guide to handling the world with just yourself." He wouldn't have gone anywhere without telling me. I flipped to the page he was on. 'If family members are of concern, you may be in a sticky situation. You should make sure they are in a safe environment before heading out on your adventure. Before leaving…"I slammed the book closed and headed up to my bedroom. I sat on the edge of my bed and lay backwards, watching the ceiling get blurry as tears flooded my vision. He left. He left without telling me anything. I thought he loved me. Why would he do this? My eyes closed and I fell asleep right away, dreading the next day of school.
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Days went on. Weeks went by. Months turned into half of a year. Every day a new prank to pull on the 'fizzler'. That was the nickname they gave me. Whether it was putting frogs in my lunchbox or pouring water on my head or flat out tripping me, that boy and his group could do it all. Every day I would come home to an empty house, make myself a sandwich or small meal, practice some spells (which barely ever worked), and go to bed. Dad never returned. Eventually, I ran out of money and didn't have enough to buy food and such from the shopping district. I asked around to store managers, begging for things with no luck. I began to ration out my meals to be able to not starve. I would eat a small portion of the meals served at school and then take the rest home. My joyful, happy life had taken a turn for the worst, and I knew I couldn't keep living this way. From school, over the past 6 months year, we had learned all about battle strategy, types of monsters, how to battle, and were given robes and spell decks. We had run through Unicorn Way a couple of times to test out our spells and wands, so we all had a decent amount of actual practice.
Because of this, we all had access to Unicorn Way 24/7. Well not at night, but some students still snuck out after curfew. It was a night in June, if I remember correctly, that I was lying in my bed, stomach growling from tonight's portion. I usually created scenes in my head that I would envision on my ceiling at night. Some used to be of me and my father, but now I didn't think about him. Kids at school heard about his disappearance and said he had left because he didn't love me. At that time, I was so broken I believed it. I believed everything they had told me and everything they had said I was. You'll never become a wizard! That sentence had devoured me from the inside and out from the second it left the lips of the blond haired boy. I had surprisingly never even learned his name after all these months of torture. It was then that I packed up all of my rations, grabbed my wand and spell deck, and scoped every nook and cranny for little bits of gold that I could add to my small amount. I placed my backpack near the front door and headed back upstairs to get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow was a big day.
A/N: Eyyyyy nice to see you again down here. I don't have a lot to say here cause I said it all at the top, so hit the nice review button down below me and hit me up with some stuff!