Chapter 2: The First Teacher
Tell me, how many people can you find out in the middle of a desert? No one. I was barely an hour old and I was already alone. I needed someone to take care of me until I was ready to go out on my own, and the Dark Magician Girl was the best parent and teacher I could have at the time...
Juliana crawled around the small oasis and silently splashed at the water. The water was cold. Cold like the dark area she had first seen. The small child looked around. This area was dark as well, but small lights lit the sky. It was cold, yes, but different than before. The small lights seemed to surround the whole sky, and then a very large, round light stood alone. One light, bright and large in the sky. She looked up at the mage which had saved her, pace in the sky.
"Oh dear...this is the worst luck," said Dark Magician Girl. She looked at Juliana, who was staring back. "Poor Lady Juliana...just born and you have already witnessed blood shed..."
Juliana blinked then sat in front of the blonde haired magician. She looked around again, then sneezed. She began to shiver and she curled up in a ball. A young one's effort to keep warm.
Dark Magician Girl saw this, and lifted her up. "Poor poor child...it is too dangerous to leave you with anyone else. Not until you have learned to control your basic powers..." she sighed. Juliana grabbed a piece of the magician's golden hair and wrapped it around her hand, looking at the mage. Dark Magician Girl smiled. "I would be a terrible being if I were to leave a helpless child by herself though. I promise I shall take care of you until you are ready."
And she did. The next morning while I slept, The Dark Magician Girl went out and stole some cloths and robes for me. For about 4 years she just watched over me and protected me. No sandstorm or evening chill is a match for a skilled magician. When I had begun to walk and talk, she disappeared. I was left alone with nothing but the clothes on my back. Alone was a feeling that seemed like it was always there. What I knew was that I had to survive. After a few hours of watching for my gaurdian, I began walking. You would think that a 4 year old child would bake to a crisp under the Egyptian Desert Sun. It wasn't the days that bothered me, it was the nights. Each night was as cold as the last. I had learned from passed years to dig a hole in the sand to act as a blanket, and cover my head with a cloth to keep from dying. After a full year journey I came face to face with the ruined theif city, Kuruelna...