Barely holding back your scream of frustration, you threw your book across the room, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes to force away the frustrated tears. You had been working at this book for weeks now in secret, trying desperately to get at least one spell to work for you.
Everyone in your family was a natural with light based magic, everyone but you. It was a bit of a rite of passage for members of your family to sneak away one of the spell books and try them out before they had reached the legal age for teaching. The youngest to do so had been your brother, who had stolen a spell book at age 8 and used a fire spell that had almost burnt the house down. Your family had been so proud.
And yet, here you were, almost of legal age to start learning, and barely able to get the slightest reaction to any of the spells. Any reactions you did get, was nothing short of pathetic.
Finally lifting your head, you harshly wiped away some of your tears, reluctantly going to pick up the books you had knocked down when you threw this one. It was easy for you to sneak into the family library, the one thing you were good at. No one had ever caught you entering the restricted room, something you had managed when you were only six years old. How foolish of you to have thought that would mean you’d actually be any good with any of this.
Shaking your head, you carefully started putting the books back, only to pause as you noticed something hidden behind some of the larger tomes. Ever so carefully, you shifted them aside and ran your fingers over the tiny symbol. It may have looked like nothing but an unusual design on the shelf, but you knew it for what it really was. A lock.
Frustration momentarily forgotten, you eagerly pulled out your little secret kit, carefully fiddling around until it clicked open quietly. You couldn’t help but grin to yourself triumphantly at the success, always having found such ease getting into places and things you shouldn’t have access to.
Pausing as you opened it, you felt your brow furrow, quietly picking up the small book within. It looked incredibly old, even compared to many of the magic tomes in here, the leather strange and the pages looking as though they would crumble at any moment. Very gingerly, you opened it up, almost dropping it in shock as you read some of the ancient text within. This was most definitely not a light based spell book.
For a moment, you almost simply put it right back in it’s place. After all, your family was purely light based, there was no way for a a light based user to get even the slightest reaction out of dark spells. It simply didn’t work that way. Something held you back though, and gingerly you fingered through the ancient pages.
One spell couldn’t hurt… right?
Finally deciding on a rather simple spell, you sighed, following through the steps halfheartedly. Your jaw damn near dropped when the magic eagerly leapt to your command, responding readily and easily, unlike how painfully difficult it was for you to get any reactions from light based spells.
With a sudden surge of excitement, you went through each of the spells you could safely do inside, joy and amazement growing as each and every spell reacted just as the first, no matter their difficulty. It was only as you reached the end of what you could feasibly do inside without detection, that your elation was dampened a little.
How the hell were you going to handle your family?
s-u-f-j-a-n-s-t-e-v-e-n-s
areudirty
2087
discoholicmusic
andulkaphoto
germansingergirl
theartofmadeline
