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

"Connor."  I called out in a soft voice, as if to a frightened child.

I could see fear in the depths of his blue eyes.

"No!  Don't…" he shook his head, as if tortured.

"Don't mind-bond with me.  I want to hear your voice out here where it's clean and untainted."

"It's okay, Connor." I approached him.  "I am here."

I got to within arm's length from him and held out my hands.

"I want to hug you.  Will you let me?"

He stared at me, unblinking, as if trying to determine whether or not I was an illusion.  Then he nodded.

I took one step towards him and he dropped his head onto my shoulder and clung onto me like a child with night terrors.    Since I was so much shorter than he was, it was all I could do to keep both of us upright.

I finally managed to get him towards the chaise lounge, where I sat him down and then, for the next few minutes, tried to comfort him as best as I could.

Glass Mask