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

A few hours and a few new scratches later, I was sitting on a stone bench near the waterfall waiting for Rafael.

The staff had found me wandering out of the thickets with my scratched arms and torn dress and had made a big fuss as they ushered me into the baths to get cleaned and bandaged.

I was then warned about not wandering off into strange areas and destroying my pretty dresses.

Since my arms were covered in bandages, one of the ladies-in-waiting found a long-sleeved version of the flouncy, frilly thing that I had just ripped to shreds and threw that over my head.

It was a soft dusky pink, one of those colors that looked great on the hanger but made me feel like a walking human floss of cotton candy.

Still, I could not complain.  They were doing their best to take care of me, so I wore what they gave me and I smiled as my face was made up and my hair was being rolled and pinned up into cascading curls.

Andalusia Castle