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(Gosh, I think y’all are in different time zones then moi) I gasp at what I hear from the far bookshelves, “A THIRD SIBLING!?” I cry, quite unlike my usual soft tone “Guys, this #3 could have been jealous of the two brothers getting all the power, this makes so much sense!” I say as a dash towards the group
I keely listen for the answer to Evangalines question. Professor Dovey breathes in and says “It is near the Murmmering Mountains” I gasp and I can see others with similar reaction.
“Thats near where the magic was depleted! This school must be whats putting our world existence on the line! The Storian must not be able to handle two similar…[Read more]
A look of understanding dawns on my face, “Professor Dovey, what is this school called? Where is it? How many students attend? These are urgent details.” My usual calm manner replaced with a hurried expression.
“One school master died, and even if the school master came back, it would only be for seconds. So that is out of the question” I analyze the pieces and ask “Who are the school masters parents?”
I can’t help but smile when Elvira confronts Nevan but I quickly mask my delight and try to work things out in my head. “If there is another SGE then there is another school master, a rival most likely of this school and it’s school master. Any known enemys?”
Unsure, I face Elvira “I love my outfit” I squeak, trying to brighten the mood
Fake school OC!
Name: Adelaide(Addie) of Olympus (We will pretend Grek myths are fairytales)
Backstory: Her mother Aphrodite raised her in cheerful and amazing Mount Olympus, Adelaide was sweet, beautiful and kind. But, Adelaide was in a horrific chariot accident that left her horribly disfigured and ****. Her mother…[Read more]
Ii look at myself in the mirror, Elvira’s clothes on my body. She is so talented in design… I push it out of my head and stash my pouches full of preserves into a small, light hiking backpack, magically inlarged on the inside. I glance around my dorm for the last time, wondering if there is anything I need to bring. I grab a silvery blue cloak…[Read more]
I make my way to the brooke full of salmon. I slowly reach out my hand to calm one fish and pick it up softly. I gently pull one fish scale off and let the squirmy fish loose. Meanwhile, I take the scale and press it to the ground, muttering a spell under my breathe. When my hand comes loose I have loads of strips of preserved salmon. I tuck them…[Read more]