Today has begun like any other day in the magic academy as cliche as it sounds, it was nonetheless a calm beginning for everyone in the academy, Professor Patel began his first class 'Contemporary magic' for the beginners, and he went on to narrate the tricks and spells being written on the book ' Modern magic by Professor Hoffmann, while Professor Charles has been put under the detention class to teach more about the laws of magic society and the academy. The soon to be graduates were under high pressure as they were strenuously put under action and they have been trained by Master Chu on Essential teleportation and Crucial war magic.
Papers were sprawled on the green grassy groomed bed , each paper detailing the future warriors of the coven, a table was situated on the farthest corner of the garden under the tree, one leg of the table broken, with a pen dangling in the air.
Exhaling an exasperated sigh, Professor Feng turned around to look at the tapered, long garden. The end of the garden was marked by the beginning of a maze, which will mark the final portion of the students to pass through. Once a student reaches the end of the maze, they will be permitted to enter the academy. Professor Feng was solely articulating the arrangements for the upcoming test. Removing the wand situated on his hip, he swirled his hands, chatting simple spells to arrange the papers on the table as he wished.
Crouching down near the leg of the table, he placed his hands on the broken leg, the torn-up wood began to clump together with each other forming a rigid texture, growing more, establishing a round firm base mirroring the other the three legs as they slowly raised back to the height of the others.
"This will do, " He whispered.
Dusting over the desk, he plucked a leaf from the tree, he whistled a young boy to come over.
Following his professor's order, a young boy reached near him, he waved his hands, gesturing to him to open his palms.
As the soft, small hands opened, he placed the leaf inside the palm and asked him to curl his hand inside.
"Blow your name, will you? " He requested.
The boy brought his hands over his lips and whispered his name over the air with a smile etched on his face. The smile slowly began to fade, replacing it with panic as his little hands began to shake, and slowly the skin lining his hands started to burn. The young boy whimpered in pain.
Professor Feng turned around and glanced at the boy. Passing a mischievous smile, Mr Feng raised both hands waving his hands in the air which was punctuated with a few spells. But no change was observed within the boy, Mr Feng lowered his hands, and he passed on to his work after shrugging his overcoat on the ground, not without throwing a glance towards the boy.
The young boy's brother began to chant his own spells, known to his knowledge and forced himself to remember the spells that he learned from his parents to stop the pain, but to no avail.
A few moments later, the place echoed with a strangling noise, people rushed towards the young, who lay passed out on the grass field, hands tightly closed in fists, his brother standing wide-eyed, scared, tears streaming down his face looking at the helpless boy.
The squealing continued despite the unconscious state of the boy. Confused whispers surrounded the air. With one long painful whimper, the boy woke up with a painful gasp continued by the rapid fluttering of feathers. Heads were thrown upwards, there the blue sky was occupied by a beautiful, soft feathered white dove, flapping over the sky. Circling over the sky it landed on the very hands it was birthed.
As soon as the bird landed, a swarm of people surrounding the boy gasped and pushed their way backwards. The glaring red eyes of the bird caused a panic in the crowd.
The eyes depicted something malicious, and cunning but also fierceness.
The eyes resembled the young boy's. Both of them were similar in more than just eye colour, they were more innocent, with something stronger brewing inside them. No one except the professor knew the sole purpose behind those resemblances.
"She will be your guardian, so as you will be her " He patted his back.
"How did you do it? " At last the boy exclaimed.
Twitching his lips in amusement, he continued, " One of few tricks in my pockets. "
"Teach me," He exclaimed as he waved the bird away, it circled him, scaring a few people away, and finally sat on his shoulder.
"Now boy, she is your responsibility, don't push her away, " He spoke while arranging a few papers on the farthest corner of the table. He plopped himself on the emptied space and diverted his attention to the boy.
"You will need her in the upcoming days. " He gave him a closed smile accompanied by a head nod.
"Why do I need her? " He whined.
"That's not my place to reveal, have her as your pet, train her, teach her, she will be your best friend, " Professor Feng proposed.
"I already have a best friend, my brother" He pointed towards his brother.
"Don't you want her? " The Professor challenged.
"Yes, but why me? Why did you choose me to give the bird, there were so many people and why won't you teach me the spell? "
"Cause, You are a strong kid" He smiled.
With an exhausted sigh, the young boy withdrew himself from the conversation. He was tired from the strenuous events of the day. He turned his head towards the bird sitting on his shoulder and looked deep into the eyes of the bird that resembled his own. With a small smile, he patted her head softly.
"I have a request to make, " Professor's voice brought him back.
"Sure, I owe you one, " He replied.
"I need you to train her to cross the magic spell around this place and reach the mundane world and deliver invitations to a place, which I would rather not mention now. Do you think you can do that? " The professor gently approached the matter.
"Sure, I can do that, " He replied.
"Are you sure? " The Professor prodded.
"Yes, I trust you. " The young boy beamed a smile.