Friday, August 11, 2017

Elemental Mazes


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“Master Marcus Aurclius Marci f. Cornelius n. tribu Galeria Scipio Pius, we ask you to name the students chosen from The Arebba Magical Institute!”
Once again the hand spun and went straight and when the palm opened and flattened the ball of light was a daisy yellow, and the first name was shot in the air. “William Williams, Air.’ A boy from the seventh year table stood up. He had grey hair and his smile reminded Katy of a villain in the comic books she collected, she shivered as she saw his acid green eyes. This was one that needed to be taken out of the equation as soon as possible, before he took them out.
            The next name was ‘Rebecca Jones, Spirit.’ Katy looked at the girl with spiked rainbow hair, punk style clothes and thought this girl was who know who she was and Katy envied her. Katy looked at her silver eyes to find herself reflected back. The girl gave her a sad smile as if she know Katy wore a mask. That Katy put her true self on a shelf in the farthest parts of her mind, that she was losing her mind and herself. Katy was going to turn away when the girl mouthed ‘It’s okay to not be okay. Be yourself and life will fall into place.’ Katy stared but mouthed ‘Thank you.’ But Katy knew she needed her mask, needed to hide at least half of herself. Katy blinked and pushed the envy down and the tears back and turned back towards the creepy hand. After all nobody could see the cracks behind her fa├žade and mask.
            The next name called was ‘Jonathan Miller, Fire.’ An eighth year boy stood up and made his way to the front. He had a swimmers build. Shockingly he looked like he spent most of his time in the water. Fire elementals tend to hate cold and water sports because their element flows through them. His eyes looked like orange flames on open water and his hair was a sun burnt ginger. Katy smirked and sent a thought to Gaivan. ‘Great a soulless competitor. Wonder how many souls he will eat.’
            Gaivan laughed. ‘Bad stereotype Katy. I am sure he is a great guy.’
            ‘Eh, either way the ginger is going down.’ Katy turned her mind back the ceremony.
            ‘Jacklyn Smith, Earth.’ The sixth year girl with mousy brown hair stood up and made her way to the front. Every muscle tense. Katy lifted an eyebrow. ‘Why put your name in if you feared it?’ It wasn’t fake, Katy knew fear well enough to tell if it was faked. Gaivan answered her unasked question.
            “The Smiths from Areeba are big in the Mazes. Every time it has come up a Smith must be in it. Both her parents missed it but both sets of grandparents were in the tournament. I wouldn’t be shocked if she was only in it because of that.”
            Katy looked at the small girl, she was fourteen and in a tournament she felt obligated to be in; Katy hoped she didn’t get hurt in this, because the fear in those sand diamond colored eyes spoke her true thoughts about being in this tournament.
            Katy turned away from her when the last name for Areeba was called; ‘Stephanie Johnson, Water.’ A tall girl stood from the seventh year table. Her hair was a violet grey that was common among water sirens. Sirens could be of any element luring their prey into volcanos, into tornados or hurricanes, into mountains, even into lightning storms, only the water sirens were in abundance, however, and this girl was one, or least half of one. Katy looked into the siren’s eyes of milky grey that was almost white. Full. A siren was in the tournament. The siren seemed shocked when she saw Katy. Even sirens had a respect for the Ondines. The siren bowed her head slightly. An Ondine relative perhaps? Katy nodded back. The girl then took her place before they were seated by their headmistress.
            Oeric smiled. “There we have the team for the Areeba Magical Institute!” Headmistress Emma Martin stood from her magical seat, magical because Katy was sure there was no way a person could actually sit in that dress, and moved her team to their table, as the hall cheered for them.
            The hall quieted once more and Oeric raised his hands. “Master Marcus Aurelius Marci f. Cornelius n. tribu Galeria Scipio Pius,” and wasn’t that name getting annoying, sometimes traditions seem to be created to annoy people. “We ask you to name the students chosen from Salvador’s School of Fine Magical Arts.” The hand did it’s now so amazing spin and flatten routine, and a ball of snow blue energy formed and called out the first name; ‘Lucas Sosa, Earth.’
            The sixth year stood up and he was tall. He had sepia skin and his eyes were a reddish terra cotta color. He walked with confidence. This person knew his power and knew what he could do. The question was, would that be his downfall?
            The next name was called before Katy could watch Lucas more, something about his magic made him stick out; and she wanted to know why.
            ‘Arthur Ramero, Air.’ The sixth year walked up and took his spot next to Lucas. Arthur chatted with him for a few seconds. Katy saw the white outline of power outline the yellowish color of his aura. It matched his dusty sand colored eyes that had a white pupil instead of black. His hair was also stark white but the tips that glazed his shoulders, those were a deep yellow color.
            ‘Mariana Flores, Spirit.’ Was the next name called and Katy looked to where the ninth year girl stood up from the ninth year table. Her skin was a golden tawny color and her hair was dark amber with sun kissed streaks. Her eyes through held the color of bluish purple lighting. Her power showed in her eyes, it was as if white diamond lightning bolts were shooting through them at a constant rate, much like high static heat lightning. She would go far, Katy was sure of it.
            The next name was shot out of the hand. ‘Camila Ruiz, Fire.’ The seventh year girl stood up and stood out. Her hair was styled in a flame shaped beehive, quite eccentric, it started out at the bottom red and then going into oranges and then yellows and then lightest of blues, and the tip was white, much like a reversed flame. Her eyes were orchre color with more red in the undertones. She was proud of her element and wasn’t afraid to show it.
            “She isn’t afraid to let her Fire Pride roar.” Katy chuckled.
            Gaivan nodded. “Well, you went and got this rainbow hairdo. Though I am glad you didn’t cut it. You would look strange in short hair.”
            “Yeah, I was going to but I have always had long hair. Maybe I should have done something like that.” She stated.
            “No! I mean, the rainbow is cool, but that is a lot of bleaching and dying and it would ruin your hair. I heard mom talk about it.” Gaivan shrugged it off.
            Katy gave him a look but turned back to the front, as Gaivan berated himself in his head. ‘Smart one Gaivan. Why don’t you just confess your feelings. You are only thirteen for goodness sakes.’
            The next and last name for Salvador’s was called; ‘Rafael Herrera, Water.’  The eighth year boy stood up and moved to the front with the rest of his group. He wasn’t the type to pop out at you. But there was a silent danger from him. The type that came out from the shadows before you know what hit you. He was tall, muscled but not bulky, he had crew cut and his eyes were his defining feature, they were white. Pure white. There was not a speck of color in them, even from blood vessels. There was a flow of power crashing like waves around him. And suddenly Salvador’s team felt like the one to beat, even over Cleopatra’s.
            Oeric smiled. “And there we have the team for Salvador’s School of Fine Magical Arts!” With that announcement Headmaster Sebastian Torres danced, and there was no other word for the way he moved, his team over to their table.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

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Oeric commanded their attention! "And now the hand has made his choices and the names shall appear!" He moved and put the hand in the center of the room.  "Master Marcus Aurelius Marci f. Cornelius n. tribu Galeria Scipio Pius, we ask you to name the students chosen from Elizabeth's Magical Institute!"
            The hand spun and went straight up and then flattened his palm and a ball of pink light built into it.  Then the first name burst from it, 'Leonardo Rossi, Fire.' A fit eighth year stood up and took a bow at the applause as he walked up to the front and stood tall waiting for the rest of his team. Katy looked at him, he was tall, fit and the type that thought he was better than everybody. The question would be if he had the talent to back up his claims. She was doubtful, but there was a power glowing in his hazel eyes, and his hair stood on end like it was made of light blue flames.
The next name was thrown up 'Hans Schmitz, Water.' A ninth year stood up and made his way to the front. He had a hard to read face, but pride and validation could be seen in his russet eyes. Seems someone told him he couldn't do what he was about to do and being chosen validated his fight to become as good as he has. Katy knew he would be competition; and an ally in the future, she made a note to introduce herself.
The next name was released from the ball of magic; 'Deana Janson, Air.' An eighth year stood up and did a curtsy and walked up and stood next to the two boys. She gave off the air of being a proper young lady, even if her hair was short and spiked. But Katy would be a fool to think she couldn’t hold her own. Much like Katy was dressed now showed her to be a princess but Katy had already been fighting a war against her mother. No, this pixy needed to be watched closely, especially as the yellow of her eyes danced with powers unknown. Part of Katy wondered if she could be of Pixie decent, after all her steps were as if dancing to the front and pixies are known for their dancing and their mischievous nature. There is magic in the dancing of a Pixie as they call upon the magic of their element. If she was of pixie decent then she could be a challenge or be too caught up in her own mind and pranks and thus eliminated right away.
The next name, 'Esmeralda Martinez, Earth', drawn was for a ninth year who stood and nodded her head and walked up to the boys. She kept a cold mask. Katy tilted her head. She had her power drawn into herself, but it seemed there were branches and leaves weaved through out her long dark hair and her eyes were the color of spring time leaves. This was a witch who knew her powers and knew them well, and was very much connected to her element. She held herself like a warrior as well. She moved her hair and Katy saw the point of her ear and the earring that hung with the shield of her tribe. It was round with the tree of life and in the center of the tree of life was a  and wording around the edge with
The last name drawn, 'William Lemoy, Spirit', was for a ninth year that was tall. Katy had to wonder if there were woodland nymphs in his heritage, he was not only tall but he moved with a grace she had only seen in nature. His eyes reminded her of a storm during the summer where the skies were greens and purples and his hair was braided to look like branches. She shivered at that. Nymphs had issues with thinking that all needed to be destroyed and given back to Mother Earth. They were fanatics that were only held in check by other beings.  Once all five were called Oeric clapped his hands.  "THE ELIZABETH MAGICAL INSTITUE'S TEAM! Give them a round of applause!" He yelled as they all took a bow. Headmistress Freeda Gullveig smiled proudly at her team and ushered them to a table for the competitors.

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Elemental Mazes Excerpt



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The cheers finally died down and Oeric clapped once more. “Master Marcus Aurelius Marci f. Cornelius n. tribu Galeria Scipio Pius, we ask you to name the students chosen from Cleopatra’s Magical Institute!”
            This time the ball of light was a dusty yellow. So there was a reasoning for the lights. Pink for the vast cities of lights in Europe, lime to represent the vast Earth population in Asia, and dusty yellow for the sands of the deserts. Lime for Asia was a strange, well the fact that Earth was the main element of the continent was strange as well, as it had the least amount of forest and more highly populated cities. Also it seemed the hand liked to make a version of the color of each element. It made Katy wonder what North America’s would be. She turned back to the happenings with the first name shooting from the ball of yellow light. ‘Tesfaye Ahasi, Air.’
            Katy tensed the name may mean hope but that Air had a sense of power to him that had screamed anger from the moment he walked into the dining hall the first time. And she had to go up against him? Then he winked at her. She blinked. Maybe his name fit him more than she thought. She turned back to the hand and the next name was called.
            ‘Alexandrai Ciaro, Spirit.’ She was tall and pretty. She was cocky in her power, creating lightning bolts to run along her arms. Katy hated her on sight; that hate turned to outright loathing when she heard Gaivan’s comment.
            “She is hot!” Gaivan smiled. “In the name of sportsmanship we should get to know her.”
            Katy sneered and brought her magic to her eyes to glare at the tall blonde violet eyed teen that captured Gaivan’s almost thirteen year old attentions. She knew she was going to do everything short of maiming and killing that perky blonde. Though a scar might give the cheerleader some sort of character. She looked back toward the girl and gave a wicked smirk.
            “Well, at least you are in good spirits.” Gaivan stated.
            Katy just smirked and turned back to the hand to hear the rest of the contestants.
            The next name was ‘Chione Jamila, Water.’ Katy actually was shocked about that. She had heard Haley talking about Miss Jamila and she was a sweetheart. Must have hidden sadistic side, Katy concluded, as Jamila for sure had power, as her hair always seemed to swim behind her. She knew a sweet outside could hide a disgusting center, but though this witch had a hidden side she didn’t believe it was evil, more likely she just had a hold on her power.
            The next name was throw up; “Akins Ababakar, Fire.” Katy looked at the tenth year that stood up, very few tenth years would do this unless they were confident they would win. When the mazes first started it was an apprenticeship that was won, when it was rare to gain the apprenticeships needed, now the winner just got a title for the school they went to, so there was very little reason to do it as a tenth year unless one was sure they could win. It was a barbaric, deadly game, all for show and bragging rights. And this guy was large and brawny, he may have brains, but he would value brawn over his knowledge, one could tell as he flexed his arms on the way up. A possible mask, sure, but doubtful. His eyes were as read as flames with blue around his pupils, his dreadlocks were decorated with blood red feathers. Katy had to get in on the betting pool, she had a feeling this egotistical boy would be done before the beginning of the second maze.
            “Who is in charge of the betting pool?” She asked Gaivan.
            Gaivan blinked in shock and then laughed. “The triplets from Earth and the Air twins.”
            Katy nodded, they were all from the same family, the triplets taking after their father and the twins after their mother. The Barth family almost always was either pranking or running the betting pools, considering the fact that the Barth family owned many gaming and prank shops in both the magical and non-magical world it wasn’t a shock on the pranking front. As for the betting pool the mother’s side of the family owned the casinos of the magical world and some in the non-magical world. The Minter family was known for their gambling, betting and greed. That being said the kids were a nice bunch of people and got along well with about everybody they met. The triplets were sixth years and the twins fourth years and very popular among all the houses, it had a lot to do with the massive pranks that went on against the worst of the bullies of the school. That is one thing the Barth family was known for, that everybody was treated with kindness, how Papa Barth, as he was known to the kids that went to his store, fell in love and married a Minter, nobody knew. After all Mrs. Barth was as cold and hard as they came. Katy and Gaivan actually had quite a few classes with the twins, and got along with them and even had meet up with them during holidays to hang out. Katy wrote out a quick note to send it to Aquilo, stating to meet her before they went back to the dorms.  Aeolius and Aquilo were to be the younger years contact for betting, while the triplets, Demetrius, Dimitris, and Dimitter, were to be the contact for the upper years.
            “Remind me to place my bets after the ceremony as well.” Gaivan stated.
            Katy took a sip of her apple juice. “Of course.”
            Gaivan smiled. “Any key points you want to tell you bestest friend?”
            “yeah…” Katy leaned in and smirked.  “Make your own observations.” She chuckled as she sat back. Gaivan pouted as she looked to the front as the next and last name for Cleopatra’s was shot from the hand. “Renenet Sabah, Earth.” A seventh year, he seemed to be a runner as he walked light on his feet. He had a short, short haircut of dark hair, to the point of being bald, a lithe form and seemed to glide across the floor. He would be quick and Katy could see the power glowing in his green and brown eyes. He would go far, but her plan had him losing in the end. But he would go far.
            Oeric smiled. “And there we have the team for Cleopatra’s Magical Institute!” With that a very proud headmistress, Aziza Abasi, lead her team to the competitor tables.


Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Praying: Character Profile

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Captain Lysandra Tia Tiburtinus AKA Sandy:
Born October 5th 1992. 25 years old, Eldest child of a Catholic family.
5' 8" 135lbs sun kissed tanned skin, blonde hair, short asymmetrical pixie style cut with one side almost shaved (has long hair in the beginning), blue/violet eyes.
Progeny, took college classes while going to high school, as wanted a normal teenage experience.
Bachelor’s degree at 18. Master’s at 19 (University of Iowa).
Joined the Army as was JROTC/ROTC through high school/college.
Did 4 years and joined Reserves.
Went back got Ph. D at 25. Ph. D (University of Chicago): Linguistics and Behavioral and Childhood Psychology.
Speaks: Russian, Japanese, Mandarin Chinese, French, German, Spanish, English, Sign Language.
Was just accepted into Yale Law. Plans to become a Family Lawyer.
In high school was the cheerleader, Prom Queen, popular, dated the quarterback/ Prom King /popular boy/ Frat king, was part of Delta Alpha Theta sorority. Recently broke up with Brian.
Tattoos: Army Emblem on Left Bicep, This We'll Defend on back of her neck, and a Rosary that goes down her right forearm and around her wrist and hand.
Style is casual: jeans and t-shirts, chucks or boots. Always wearing an Opal cross necklace she inherited from her grandmother.
Has habit of drumming her fingers, one two three slight pause four, one two three slight pause four.
Was daddy’s princess didn’t get along with her mom really well, but would go to her for advice.
Speech is fast, to slow, sultry, sexy, comes off average to pretentious depending on the situation.
Generally is cool and confident wears a mask of indifference when not around her family.
Insomniac.
Hobbies are baking, biking, martial arts.
She wakes no later than five, most of the times up by four in the morning, bed at midnight.
When in public instead of socializing, unless needed she watches people, reads their body language, she can deduce most things about people, as can her siblings as they were taught to read people.
She had the All American Apple Pie life up until her parents’ death.
She can be a bit of a snob and arrogant.
She is loyal and honorable but doesn’t like to show her emotions and keeps most people at arm’s length.
She comes off as a narcissistic.
She seems self-involved when she puts up her mask, but is compassionate and caring.
Her political views are middle ground, registered Democrat when she was 17 and half.
Her biggest flaw is her attitude.



Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Monster University: Draco Repost

Monster University: Draco
Katherine Rochholz
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"I have always been dangerous. I have always only carried for my needs, my wants, my desires, and most of all I did what I wanted when I wanted, even who I wanted. This curse annoys me to no end. I can't believe it has been twenty years since I last killed my shot at redemption. This twenty year cycles continue to haunt me. I find her. And instead of trying to gain forgiveness I took her by force. Then she refused to forgive me the bloody witch. So I killed her. Then for five years I spent my life as a bloody Mugwump! I was such an ugly bird and I am forced to sit a fence with my head leaning over one edge and my ass over the other. Only children can see me and they laugh at me. After that five years, I am once again man. Then I have fifteen years to find her and seek forgiveness. But I never look until she is eighteen; then I hire Bo and his private investigator to find her. If at the end of the twenty years, if I haven't found her, I turn to a Mugwump and she mysteriously dies and it starts all over again. Well, she is twenty now and maybe I will finally learn my lesson."
Draco threw his journal into his drawer. He looked at the little dorm room that he was in. Why they choose this little bitty town of Prairie Rapids Crossing and the college here he would never know. But Bo suggested it and nobody bet against Bo. He has been their lawyer for centuries. The only other one that they depended on as much as Bo and each other was Tony and his son... or was it his nephew? Who cared? Draco thought. He looked at his set of journals going back from when he was named Griffin to now where he was Draco. New names, new pasts, he needed them more than the others. He never learned to control the anger and monster inside of him. He might never learn to control it. Mostly because he was trying to gain forgiveness from the blasted witch that cursed him. She was reincarnated each time and wouldn't gain her memories until he asked for her forgiveness. He looked down at his schedule. Since he generally only lived as a human for fifteen years out of every twenty he was a transfer senior. He would be graduating this year. He would also more than likely be dying within the next few months as well. Well dying was such a harsh term. Turned into a blasted ugly monster of a bird and forced to sit on a damn fence was what really happened. He sighed as he stood and went to his air brushing machine with inks and dyes. He put on the fake skin over his real skin and air brushed life into his fake exterior. He hated being invisible. He barely remembered what he looked like anymore. He had long ago figured out how to move in society thanks to the underground group of 'monsters.' They were soulless beings and monsters but some liked to think they were misunderstood. Frank was one of them. Though he just rips the throats out of the people who annoy him. Though he did hear Frank was trying something new. He should go visit the man and the annoying screaming machine he seems to have adopted. He finished his application and put on a pair pants and a white button-down. He smirked as he messed with his wig. It was almost the same color as the hair he was born with. He created a very hot man. Now to go and woo that damn reincarnated witch.
Draco watched her. He bar-tended on campus. It allowed him to see all the students and compare them to the witch. She always looked the same. Short. Black hair. And these honey burgundy eyes that cost a man his soul. Everybody wants blonde blue eyed leggy models, but a short brown-eyed girl will give their hearts and souls to the people who own her heart. I learned that well. So well in fact that to cross one of these witches it would cost you any semblance of a normal life. He was brought out of his thoughts by the phone ringing. "Jo's Pool Hall." He answered.
"Dragon! Is Jo there?" Draco winced hearing Kat's voice. She was more of a seductress than Jo and Jo was a Succubus. The fact Kat was also the famous Voodoo Queen Marie LaVeau also made Draco want to run far, far away. Kat owned the local bookstore and was best buddies with Jo.
"Jo is busy now Catherine." He stated.
"Ahh, did she find a source for tonight? Pity, I was hoping to double date. I met some fresh meat." She gave a chilling laugh.
Draco shivered. "She is busy tonight. Try tomorrow."
"Good bye my darling Draco. Pity, I can't reverse your curse just to have a chance at you."
Draco never was so thankful for his curse. "I have to go Catherine!" He yelled and slammed down the phone. Draco shivered again and turned at a yell of 'Hey!' He turned and blinked. There she was. That blasted reincarnation of the witch that destroyed his life. She was quite 'painted' tonight. Of course being as old as I am I call all make-up painted. Today's society would call it barely there. He moved down. "How can I help a darling out?" He drawled.
"Three tequila shots and three Long Islands." She stated.
"I am Draco darling and your name so I can know who to run the tab under?"
"Flo. Now hurry up Draco, I haven't all night."
Yep, still a bitch. "Coming right up Flo." He makes the drinks and sends them on their way. He spends the rest of the night making a pro and con list of being stuck as a Mugwump for five years again.
For the next three weekends, Draco tried to get somewhere with the witch. He was nice, bought her drinks, helped her with her damn chemistry homework! "Want to go to dinner, Flo?"
Flo laughed. "Oh honey, you are not getting anywhere with me. You know your chemistry and seem to be loaded. I am just using you."
Of course, Draco saw red and left. He went home and removed all his coverings. He was going to make her pay. Only she could see him. He waited outside her door as she entered he pushed her in. "Use me you blasted witch! I ask your forgiveness!" He said the magic words.
"Griffin?" Flo asked her eyes wide with fright.
"In the not so flesh!" Draco laughed.
"Griffin, don't. Not again!"
"Do I have your forgiveness Witch?"
"No, you still don't love me!"
"You use me in over half your lives! How can I love you?"
"And you didn't use me?"
"I cheated on you once! I was drunk and I thought she was you! I asked forgiveness! I begged and you cursed me!"
"You cheated! And you still don't love... I deny you your forgiveness."
"And I am sorry you just signed your death again!" He took the knives in his hands and drove them into her hands and feet. "But a bit of fun first?" Draco smirked, as he ran the knife down her sternum and stomach slicing her open.
An hour later Flo lay passed out from pain, bloody and torn apart. Her heart beating its last beats. Draco bent down to her ear. "I don't know if you can hear me Flora, but I did love you. I loved you enough I was being disowned to marry you. You killed that love, and now we are stuck in this endless cycle. I hope we can find it again. But with my anger and your grudge, I feel the world will end and we will be judged to continue this cycle in hell." He kissed her cheek as she took her last breath and her heart beat one last time.
Draco fell down to the ground in pain. He had killed her again. The transformation into the Mugwump wasn't what was painful. It was that he let that dark side out and killed her again. After the transformation was complete, Flora's body was left to be discovered and Draco found himself thinking of a new name as he sat on the fence facing a highway punished to never move, and never to be seen but by children playing car games.