Chapitre 1: Chapter 1: "Ready for an Adventure? "
"...magic doesn't just manifest on its own; she shapes it through emotion. The intensity of her emotion determines the strength of the magic," Mrs. Agatha's words rippled through the classroom, her sharply pointed nose almost a precarious balance, capturing an audience whose focus seemed to wander. Despite the apparent lack of interest from the students, Mrs. Agatha remained undeterred, still holding an unbridled passion for the arcane arts.
Returning to the board, Mrs. Agatha gracefully drew what appeared to be a mystical stone, each stroke of chalk accompanied by an aura of wisdom. With an air of calm expertise, she began to illustrate the complex tapestry of magic woven within it. The theory, though familiar, was presented with an elegance that held the class's fleeting attention.
The room hummed with a diverse array of activities—gossiping voices, the soft crackling of magical experiments, creating a symphony of intrigue and curiosity.
Enduring the repetitive lecture became an exercise in patience. Left without the enchantment of magic to occupy her thoughts, Laura idly played with her fingers, tracing invisible patterns in the air as boredom slowly encroached. Seeking refuge from monotony, she made her way towards a friend who sat at a distance, her title as the 'best' reflecting a certain regality that always surprised Laura.
"Ready for an Adventure?" Laura asked, prompting her friend to raise her head slightly, revealing cascading curly brown hair that perfectly complemented the intensity of her eyes. An odd sense of jealousy flickered within Laura at the sight.
Her friend nodded. "Sure, I am."
"It's time to go. Let's get moving," Laura informed her, expecting some hesitation given her friend's concentration on the class or perhaps on some private musings. However, she surprised Laura with an immediate response, glancing at her with a smile as she efficiently packed her belongings—book, pen, everything neatly arranged within her bag.
Excitement for the impending adventure was palpable as they headed east of the Academy. Ignoring the authoritative warning of a signboard that commanded, "Do not trespass!" they plunged into the enchanting woods. Laura's friend's swiftness gracefully outpaced Laura's, creating a visual dichotomy between her purposeful strides and Laura's more casual approach.
Navigating the mystical garden of Bosa, confusion gripped them at a junction where the path forked, their gazes locking in uncertainty. "We went left," Laura's friend asserted, her confidence clashing with the foggy recollection in Laura's mind.
"It was right," Laura insisted, prompting a sigh of exasperation from her friend.
"I'm certain it was left."
"No, right."
"Left."
"No, we went right. You lost your shoe, left side, remember?" Laura reminded her friend, watching her cringe at the memory.
"Okay, fine. Left, then, right?" Laura nodded in agreement as they embarked on the leftward trail.
The path, rugged and seemingly untouched by humanity, unfurled before them like a forgotten tapestry. What began as a thicket of dense bushes gradually transformed into a dry woodland, hinting at the timeless secrets veiled within its branches. As they ventured further, the atmosphere resonated with an ancient, mystical aura.
Their journey led them to a solitary rock that stood like an unyielding sentinel. Curiosity fueled their steps until Laura's friend abruptly seized Laura's hand, jerking her back. "Watch it," she whispered, her eyes fixated on a sight that drew a sharp gasp from Laura. A colossal creature emerged—an odd amalgamation resembling an over-burnt marshmallow with menacing fangs protruding in every direction.
Her friend's urgency heightened as she pressed a small rod into Laura's hand, the spares within it promising potential salvation. Laura hurled it, the metallic clang alerting the creature to their presence. Reacting swiftly, she activated the rod, summoning a sharp spare that gleamed with latent magic. However, the creature, with an agility belying its appearance, swatted Laura aside with its tail, leaving her sprawled on the forest floor.
Her friend, undeterred, unleashed a spell that cloaked the creature in a temporary shroud of ice. Their momentary respite, however, proved ephemeral as the groaning creature shattered the ice, its fury evident in every movement.
"Damn it," Ana lamented, her gaze briefly meeting Laura's before shifting to the creature. "Try fire," she urged, her once-curly hair now straightened, eyes turning an ominous black. With practiced precision, she wove another spell, her hands and mouth moving in a fluid, almost hypnotic dance.
Regaining her footing, Laura approached the creature, spare in hand. Attempting to strike its neck, she felt the resistance of an unseen force—a manifestation of her friend's formidable ice magic. Frustration bubbling within, Laura flung the spare aside, prompting the creature to redirect its attention towards her.
It advanced calmly, a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding around it. Rolling on the forest floor in a desperate attempt to evade its gaze, Laura's friend's persistent shouts grated on Laura's nerves. Stretching her hand forth, Laura hoped for a burst of fire, a futile endeavor met with the creature's disdainful groan.
The beast's spiteful retaliation manifested as a venomous liquid, splashing on Laura's face. "It hates my hand!" she screamed to her friend, who scrambled through her bag in search of a solution. "I hate its spit!" muttered to herself, Laura rose to her feet, finding the spare once more. Conjuring a fiery sword, she approached the creature with newfound determination.
Piercing its skin, she elicited an angry groan, prompting the creature to throw Laura's friend aside. Before she could seize the opportunity, Laura's friend mounted the creature with unparalleled ferocity, assaulting it with a small knife. As it struggled to dislodge her, she shouted, "Fucking try fire!" a fervent plea that echoed through the enchanted woods.
"I don't have magic!" Laura screamed back, her voice laden with frustration and helplessness. "The spare, you fool!" Laura's friend's words stung, and in a hurried attempt, Laura summoned the fire sword. "Good one," she muttered to herself, running toward the creature with newfound resolve. Piercing its skin once more, she found herself staring into its gaping mouth, spare in hand.
As she attempted to strike, her leg slipped toward its ugly menacing teeth. The forest seemed to hold its breath, and in that moment of peril, Laura's cry echoed through the ancient trees.
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