SerafinaF

Forever the shame of the magik academy. In a world where the supernatural flow of magik is as common as the air to breathe, she is talentless and hopelessly lacking in ability---that is until a Demon’s ancient text falls into her hands.

With the aid of a strange group of friends, they venture out attempting to decipher its contents.

Before they realize it, the world as they know it has begun to suffer from demonic assaults with death as the only release from the chaos. 

It’s a race against the clock and the sands of time are running out.

Can they decipher the forbidden secrets in time or will they be doomed to join the immortal army of perdition in the afterlife?

The Disabled Mage at the Topaz Academy of Magikal Arts

We left Solaro as the huge strawberry full moon began to rise in the evening sky.

Dr. Montblanc, or rather Papa, as he preferred to be called, insisted that traveling at night was much cooler and less arduous than traveling during the day.

Immediately after our last dinner at the hotel, we were escorted to our multi-vehicle caravan.

The lead van carried our guide, Simon, and two other armed guards.

I rode with Papa and the twins in the middle van.

The last van was occupied by two armed guards and the rest of our luggage.

Abe declined the adventure, stating that he'd rather stay behind and keep Grandpapa company.  Of Tarzan, I saw neither hide nor hair.

"Guys, why are we leaving without Tarzan?  where the heck is he?"

"He took off once he found out where the primates were located," Connor responded as he settled back in his seat.

"Yeah.  He's somewhere, on an adventure of his own making."

Caravan Ride