Chapter Two
A run down, dull silver gate creaked on its hinges pathetically as they approached. The way beyond, the portal, was of a mercury-water like substance, it was constantly moving, like a wind was blowing across the surface, although the air itself was still. Blurry shapes and colors came in and out of focus, never making the seer sure of what they were seeing.
"The gate." Korona breathed. Her elf friend moved toward it, gloved hand reaching out at the watery substance.
"Its happening again." the elf said, her melodic voice strained with worry.
"Again." Korona repeated.
"You say you are a wizard Kori." the elf said, drawing her hand back toward herself. "Yet you know so little of your world."
"This is my world." Korona said.
The elf turned about quickly, her green cloak billowing out behind her as she took a step toward Kori. Something in her eyes changed, but it passed to quickly for Kori to read.
"This isn't your world." the elf said.
"It is, I chose it to be my world."
"Who gave you the right to choose?"
"Who gave you?" Kori shot back. A wry grin crossed the elfs pretty features.
"You are a human." the elf said slowly, moving closer to Kori. "Yet you deny your human brethen, even your magic folk you deny, and they are more like yourself."
"I-I don't want to be a part of them, they seem so..." Kori trailed off, unable to find the words she felt.
"Did you ever think it was you who is different. It is yourself you deny, not your kind?" the elf asked slyly.
Kori narrowed her cerulean eyes at those words. "They aren't as magical." she said.
"And I am?" the elf asked amused.
"You are their better."
"Am I?"
"You are more practical, you live your life to survive, not to gain power." Kori continued. Not a hint of emotion was on the elf's face would show what she was thinking, so she continued, "they are blind."
"Not all," the elf said, she reached out and handed Kori an amulet.
"What is this?" Kori asked, taking it.
"Quit asking questions." the elf said calmly, she motioned to the ground. "Sit."
Kori did, and the elf sat across from her, two paces away. They sat there a long moment, studying each other. Kori looked to the grass as she met those probing eyes, those wisened and expirenced eyes that could read any persons thoughts.
"You are sixteen now, Korona?" the elf asked softly.
"I just turned it last week." Kori answered.
"Just a year ago, I met you then."
"Yes. I remember."
"You learned much."
"Yes." Kori nodded. She looked up at those golden eyes, the familiar questioning in them. "I know what you want to know."
"Then tell me." the elf said.
'I don't remember my parents names.
For my entire childhood I was raised by my grandparents, living the life my mother and father had lived on the outskirts of Greece and Bulgaria, as outcasts of the strict society, as gypsies. When I was old enough to talk, my grandparents began to teach me magic. Not the magic that you are teached at those schools, but old gypsy magic. Gypsy magic isn't as...magical as a witches or wizards. Its more simple, not as complexe and it does not take as long to learn. Wizard magic is more efficient and can give you luxeries and essentials. Gypsy magic is no more than the essentials.
On my tenth birthday I recieved a letter from a magical school called Olympus School of Magic. I showed my grandparents, who abrubltly took the paper and shooed me out into the fields to watch over the horses. The talked for a long time until, finally, my grandmother came over and sat besides me at the edge of the pasture. She explained to me about my fathers wizard past, and how he met my mother. My mother was a gypsy, my father a wizard, and I was half wizard and half gypsy. My grandfather didn't want me to learn 'that kind of magic' but let in to my grandmothers urging.
I attended Olympus School of Magic for four years of my life, until my grandfather abrubtly took me out of the school so he could spend his last years with me. He died two months after I left the school.
Grandmother couldn't stay in Greece anymore. She packed me and our few belongings up and began to travel north. In Poland, we stayed for a month, my grandmother told me later on our boat to the British Isles, that grandfather had taken her to Poland for three years after their marriage. The memories drove her away.
By the time we arrived to England, my birthday had come and gone. We began our life outside London, the country life is not so much different than the nomadic life I lived in Greece. As I explored the forests around my house I found what looked like a mirror hovering in front of a large oak tree. At first I thought someone had nailed a mirror up onto the tree, until I saw that the water reached all the way into the trunk. So, I touched the surface, and stumbled into your world. And I met Aeolus.'
A run down, dull silver gate creaked on its hinges pathetically as they approached. The way beyond, the portal, was of a mercury-water like substance, it was constantly moving, like a wind was blowing across the surface, although the air itself was still. Blurry shapes and colors came in and out of focus, never making the seer sure of what they were seeing.
"The gate." Korona breathed. Her elf friend moved toward it, gloved hand reaching out at the watery substance.
"Its happening again." the elf said, her melodic voice strained with worry.
"Again." Korona repeated.
"You say you are a wizard Kori." the elf said, drawing her hand back toward herself. "Yet you know so little of your world."
"This is my world." Korona said.
The elf turned about quickly, her green cloak billowing out behind her as she took a step toward Kori. Something in her eyes changed, but it passed to quickly for Kori to read.
"This isn't your world." the elf said.
"It is, I chose it to be my world."
"Who gave you the right to choose?"
"Who gave you?" Kori shot back. A wry grin crossed the elfs pretty features.
"You are a human." the elf said slowly, moving closer to Kori. "Yet you deny your human brethen, even your magic folk you deny, and they are more like yourself."
"I-I don't want to be a part of them, they seem so..." Kori trailed off, unable to find the words she felt.
"Did you ever think it was you who is different. It is yourself you deny, not your kind?" the elf asked slyly.
Kori narrowed her cerulean eyes at those words. "They aren't as magical." she said.
"And I am?" the elf asked amused.
"You are their better."
"Am I?"
"You are more practical, you live your life to survive, not to gain power." Kori continued. Not a hint of emotion was on the elf's face would show what she was thinking, so she continued, "they are blind."
"Not all," the elf said, she reached out and handed Kori an amulet.
"What is this?" Kori asked, taking it.
"Quit asking questions." the elf said calmly, she motioned to the ground. "Sit."
Kori did, and the elf sat across from her, two paces away. They sat there a long moment, studying each other. Kori looked to the grass as she met those probing eyes, those wisened and expirenced eyes that could read any persons thoughts.
"You are sixteen now, Korona?" the elf asked softly.
"I just turned it last week." Kori answered.
"Just a year ago, I met you then."
"Yes. I remember."
"You learned much."
"Yes." Kori nodded. She looked up at those golden eyes, the familiar questioning in them. "I know what you want to know."
"Then tell me." the elf said.
'I don't remember my parents names.
For my entire childhood I was raised by my grandparents, living the life my mother and father had lived on the outskirts of Greece and Bulgaria, as outcasts of the strict society, as gypsies. When I was old enough to talk, my grandparents began to teach me magic. Not the magic that you are teached at those schools, but old gypsy magic. Gypsy magic isn't as...magical as a witches or wizards. Its more simple, not as complexe and it does not take as long to learn. Wizard magic is more efficient and can give you luxeries and essentials. Gypsy magic is no more than the essentials.
On my tenth birthday I recieved a letter from a magical school called Olympus School of Magic. I showed my grandparents, who abrubltly took the paper and shooed me out into the fields to watch over the horses. The talked for a long time until, finally, my grandmother came over and sat besides me at the edge of the pasture. She explained to me about my fathers wizard past, and how he met my mother. My mother was a gypsy, my father a wizard, and I was half wizard and half gypsy. My grandfather didn't want me to learn 'that kind of magic' but let in to my grandmothers urging.
I attended Olympus School of Magic for four years of my life, until my grandfather abrubtly took me out of the school so he could spend his last years with me. He died two months after I left the school.
Grandmother couldn't stay in Greece anymore. She packed me and our few belongings up and began to travel north. In Poland, we stayed for a month, my grandmother told me later on our boat to the British Isles, that grandfather had taken her to Poland for three years after their marriage. The memories drove her away.
By the time we arrived to England, my birthday had come and gone. We began our life outside London, the country life is not so much different than the nomadic life I lived in Greece. As I explored the forests around my house I found what looked like a mirror hovering in front of a large oak tree. At first I thought someone had nailed a mirror up onto the tree, until I saw that the water reached all the way into the trunk. So, I touched the surface, and stumbled into your world. And I met Aeolus.'