Mystical tale!

[... After seeing all these, the Mystical made its last moves which was the establishment of a trial in all four parts of the land. He made a set order and procedure which he saw would be used in marking out upcoming witches with potentials for ruling.

Afterwards, he left the continent with no trace at all and became a legend in the entire Mystical world.. Soon after his departure, the land fell into chaos and disorder as greed of the past began to sprout; envious of the last group of persons which met the prerequisite set by the founder in search of these uniquely powerful witches. These witches held the ability to aid the four parts of the land strive much further with nothing but just a mere thought, and those mystic witches were further termed as being purely gifted witches who held many powers at their arsenal.

The name followed after an order of sequence, based on how they operated and how much possibilities they held. The concept of purely gifted and gifted witches became much rampant at the time and it overshadowed the term mystic witches, soon afterwards the name got a further modification as gifted and pure gifted!

The other civilization of witches outside this cycle of gifted, became classified as norms. A normal being who was believed wasn't destined for any greatness; other than living their life and adding to numbers.

A seedling of jealousy began nurturing the hearts of these norms, being seen as an outcast all over the continent.

These mystic witches or rather called gifted were once like other witches deprived of knowledge about their roots; utilizing only a tip of power, when they held an entire percent untouched. After the encounter with the Mystical; who shared his unreserved knowledge with them, causing their lives to change for the better. This knowledge passed on from generation to generation.

With the offspring of these witches carrying different potentials from their parents. In some cases the child of a gifted spell writer might become a norm without any affinity to spell writing, depending on their potential; or either become a gifted potion maker if they are very talented with high potential for concoction of potion.

Even though the rate at which the norms to gifted spread all over the continent was at an even number, still a gifted was considerably feared and reverence over a norm... Drawing back to the foundation, the norm witches of the past sorted for ways to take the abilities of these pure gifted, causing a huge fight to happen leading to the chaos!

The fight for power became intense back then; lives were lost, the continent fell further drastically into a dark age. Leaving the entire land in shambles. Seeing the outcome of the event these witches all came together in a decision to make peace with one another. Ending the reign of greed and jealousy; allowing the previous ambition of the Mystical to reign in all their hearts.. after all changes were made, this civilization of witches bounded themselves together to foster a common goal 'truce'.

Giving aid to these pure gifted who utilize nature's might into healing the land. All over the four parts of Mystical, they gained the support of these norms who saw the need for unity and betterment in the entire land. Together with strength along with a common goal... the land strived further with much power towards betterment, there after welcoming the new era of peace and harmony for all inhabitants of the continent...]

Closing the pages of the book. The woman reached out to take another book; detailing the same incident and occurrence, either to make a proper analysis of the past ordeal or expanding her knowledge.

When a resounding foot step approached the doors of her office and she raised her head in an attempt to see who the person was, about entering the room.

A woman in a deep blue suit and a long skirt emerged through the doors. The plum woman smiled while greeting the woman.

* Head Griffin. How pleasant to see you here * closing the book she was about reading.

Head Griffin replied * Mrs Goodweather. I seem to have frequented your personal space more for one day! * Closing the doors and stepping into the offices, she kept her tone firm despite being apologetic.

Standing up from her seat, Mrs Goodweather gave a remark. * Don't be Head Griffin. After all... I'm under your subordination!* She smiled halfway through her words.

* Well then... in that case I must say we had a little mishap which occurred under my jurisdiction pertaining to you.*

* Oh- I hope it isn't that much to your distress? *

* Well it isn't... since it's in your hands. I'm talking about the list of students'names sent to you! * Head Griffin said, more precise. * The list contains the names of freshmen for the new academy section. *

* I'm sorry I didn't know. Let me go fetch it right away.* Mrs Goodweather spoke out in alert of the occurred mishaps without her knowledge.

* Of course you didn't... besides you've been busy.! * Head Griffin ran her eyes all over the room and settled at the books before her desk.

* Oh please. It's my bad habit... I enjoyed reading the tale of Mystical itself.* She adjusted her seat a bit backwards giving her more room to move from behind the desk.

* If only the students could copy this bad habit of yours maybe I would stop severing out detention to them! * Head Griffin stated.

* I guess that's clearly why they are called students. Our guidance is still needed for them to grow...* Mrs Goodweather replied with sentiment. * If I may ask... do you know any more books detailing the ' mystic witches ' from the past? *

* Ummm... like the pure-gifted of the past! *

* Something like that. * Mrs Goodweather nods in affirmation to her words.

* Well nothing of the ordinary...but if you are looking. Then you should try the third crusade and 'mystic witches record ' * Head Griffin suggested after giving it a few thoughts on her own.

* Mm... what did you think caused the Mystical himself to leave our world ?* Mrs Goodweather threw the question seemingly out of curiosity

* Well I'm not very good in the knowledge impartation department. But what I think is perhaps he left so we could become more independent. * Head Griffin thought.

Which caused Mrs Goodweather to smile while she asked * do you think any other tales exist before the appearance of the Mystical? *

Mrs Griffin said with optimism in her voice. * There could be some few possibilities. * And that made Mrs Goodweather nod her head in consent at her words while walking out of the room.

*****

At Willow's town.

A young girl was currently walking through the busy streets of the town. She parades herself so freely and casually; marching onward aimlessly without the search of anything in particular. " I wonder what I should get mom on my way back home later.! " She reasoned still walking ahead.

She came across several stalls which sold tasty snacks; some sweet and others hot and spicy. She noted them all and walked towards her favourite spot in the town as always.

Since she had made up her mind about attending the academy, her mom didn't try persuading her but rather gave her what she had wanted. Araina was a young girl of sixteen whose father was no more; or rather her mother refrained from speaking about it and she also didn't try pushing her mom into telling her. The love and presence of her mother became so much for her that she didn't sort after anything more than a much better life for herself.

Right now she was heading towards the small town's waterfall park which was currently deserted from the cold at this season of year.