Chapter 1

Wilden sighed and watched another elf present to a crowd a machine that somehow automatically washed clothes. The sixteen year old watched the crowd's faces light up with delight and curiosity.

The world was full of wonder, but then magic was being to fade. People were finding simpler ways to get by instead of magic, which some found too hard to master.

But Wilden loved magic. He was a wizard, just like his father and many of the Lightfoots before him. The teen dreamed of the world he grew up in, where centaurs ran freely to their destinations and magic was common, delightful and a daily practice.

Wilden was a wizard. But nobody had need for magic anymore. So what was Wilden to do? How could he satisfy the ways of the new society?

Suddenly he was knocked over by a elf about his age. She blushed and got up, offering Wilden a hand. He took it and got up.

"I'm sorry," she said. "My name is Laurel by the way. We go to the same school?"

Wilden studied Laurel. "Oh yeah. I'm Wilden."

They both looked down and realized they were both holding hands. The two quickly dropped hands and their faces grew red.

"Um, see you around?" Laurel asked.

Wilden nodded. "See you around Laurel."

As she walked away Wilden felt this weird dealing about her. He felt like he wanted to see her again.