Uhhh yeah. Here's a story I started working on because I want to be a cartoonist and release original comic books in a series so... yeah.
Majischul is a school, much like Hogwarts and Alfea, from the Othrworlde, another world entirely separate from Earth that is inhabited by all kinds of magickal creatures. When Nobel Prize-winning physicists break open a portal to that mysterious dimension, a flood of Magick Users come through, and Earth becomes a rather Magickal place.
In response to a flurry of unexplainable phenomena suddenly experienced by the "flat" (in other terms, Muggles) humans, the Othrworlde Grand Council of the Realms has decided to open a school for Earthlings (and some students who can't fit into schools in the Othrworlde) in order to teach Magick. Lìnnia is an American student headed to the school, and despite her - and her family and friends' - rather brutal beliefs, she shows very strong signs of being a Magick User unheard of from an Earthling. The story is narrated by Lìnnia as she experiences power, destiny, and true love in...
MAJISCHUL.
Majischul Book 1: Banvutu'u Majischul!
Chapter 1: Fatina Class One
Created 2008 by LinneaKou Studios LTD.
One year ago, magic didn't exist.
Well, it did in Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings, but that was about it. But that's not the point - the point is, now the public acknowledges the existence of Magick (spelled with a k, ladies and gentlemen) and the Magick Users. Oh, and Sensitives, regular people who are psychic but not Magick Users. Actually, everyone is a Sensitive to some degree - it's a talent, like art and music. It's pretty cool, actually.
Well, it was.
I looked up at the huge silvery gates and gulped.
What was I doing here?
It was a week ago when I nearly got into a car accident. My mother seemed to think I needed to practice driving more. But I while I was prepared to make quick left turns and merge with oncoming traffic, I was totally unprepared for a huge eighteen-wheeler to suddenly veer across the median and barrel towards us. I managed to pull away, but I was in such a state of shock that my mother took me to the hospital to be medicated for anxiety. It was there that they discovered that I had an Aura.
It wasn't until afterwards that I found out that the truck that nearly ran me down had no driver.
Frrreeeeeeeaaaaaaaakkkkkkyyyyyyy.
But from what I heard afterward, the truck stopped dead before it struck our car, and all engines for about a mile around stalled.
Thank the Gods, no one was hurt.
That was when the administrators of Majischul expressed interest in a retesting of my abilities. This time, instead of a Sensitive test (which I failed miserably) they administered a Magick test.
Bingo! A near-death experience triggered innate abilities whose origins we have no idea of. Despite research spanning back hundreds of years, we were unable to discover where I had inherited my abilities from. They went and tested my entire family, and no one besides my little cousin down in Texas showed a spark (my cousin, however, may only be a low-level Sensitive).
They hadn't yet classified me.
I sat quietly on a bench outside the campus, utterly terrified of what I was getting myself into.
This is like Hogwarts or something! I thought, sweating profusely. I clutched my bag close to me and tried to breathe deeply.
Nope. Not working.
I heaved a shuddering sigh and stood up, shaking.
Time to face the music.
I sighed again and shouldered my bag. Sweet Jesus, God, Goddess, or whoever - don't let me make a fool of myself! I was in the middle of nowhere, and this was a campus city - like Ann Arbor! I gulped. The campus was huge - how was I supposed to get from one place to another? And...
What if the doctor was wrong? What if it hadn't been me?
But the results...
The internal battle that had been raging for the past week as my paperwork was done, transcripts sent, and transfer processed. Many fellow students at my old school were not secretive about their disbelief: this little scrap of a girl was able to get into Majischul?
Well, THAT didn't help my ego much.
I trudged up the pathway to the gates, which swung open to admit me. Gulping, I continued on. I tried reciting the Rosary.
Nope.
Hail Mary?
Nada.
Lord's Prayer?
I should just give up.
I started whistling "Defying Gravity" from Wicked to ease my nerves. Hey, if Elphaba could do it, so could I.
Well, Elphaba was probably better off. She lived in Oz.
I realized I'd stopped whistling and picked up the tune again. I needed music - it was my life.
I started singing:
"Something has changed within me; something is not the same... I'm through with playing by the rules of someone else's game...
Too late for second guessing; too late to go back to sleep - it's time to trust my instincts, close my eyes... and leap-"
I raised the volume a little, feeling more confident.
"It's time to try defying gravity... I think I'll try defying gravity - and you can't hold me down!"
I heard clapping and jumped in surprise.
"Brava!"
I froze, terrified. "Uh... thanks?" I looked around for the speaker, but could see no one.
"Up here,"
I looked up.
In one of the many huge trees flanking the pathway up to the main building of Majischul, a tall, willowy, pale blue-skinned guy with tousled black hair sat watching my little... er... "performance". "Nice voice," he called, clapping again. "Thinking of joining the singing club?"
"You mean the choir?" I was starting to feel the effects of looking up at an awkward angle.
"Same thing, isn't it?" With that, he leaped down off of his tree.
I gasped.
"What?"
My mouth fell open as he seemed to slow down, opposite to the laws of physics, and practically floated down to the ground.
He straightened and looked at me. "Is something the matter?"
I realized my mouth was still open. Hastily, I slammed it shut.
"Well, it seems we have a new transfer. Wow, you're a cute one." He clucked my chin, and I blushed furiously.
"You even blush cutely, too."
"T...thanks..."
"Do you need directions?"
I just stood there, then blinked and nodded. "Di-di-rec-shuns..." I stammered. "To... the main office..."
"Follow me." he smiled and winked.
I don't know what came over me - maybe it was the fact that no one had ever winked at me before - maybe it was because this guy was gorgeous and actually interested in me - but everything seemed to darken, and the ground rushed up at me, and the next thing I knew...
...I was indoors.
"WAH!" I sat up, gasping, and clutched my chest. Looking frantically around, I tried to remember where I was and why I was there.
No luck: brain = wet cotton balls.
I heard a pretty giggle off to the side and looked.
A pale-skinned girl with long blonde hair pulled back smiled at me. "You're Lìnnia, right?"
"Uh...huh..."
"My name is Shiia, and I'm your new roommate." She offered a hand, and I shook it, feeling like the world's biggest moron. "Welcome to Majischul. Are you from the Othrworlde?"
"Uh... no. Earth." Wow, tongue not working either!
"Earth? Your name is in Uthra. That's funny."
"Huh?" What's Uthra?
"Oh, never mind. I'll explain later, I guess." She smiled and looked off to the side. "Jiselle should be coming any minute now - to take you to see the Headmistress. You'll be put into a class - I hope you're a Class One!" She giggled. "Anyway, you're a lucky girl!"
"How so?"
"Well, Lord Lucia personally carried you here after you fainted and set you down on this very bed! What good fortune!"
"Who's Lord Lucia?" I asked, at a loss.
"He said he met you on the path. What, you don't remember?" Shiia looked at me oddly.
I stared at her. "That was a lord?"
Shiia laughed prettily. "Well, he does blend in well."
There was an urgent knocking on the door. Shiia rose and glided over.
A tall, tan-skinned lady stood in the doorway, carrying a clipboard and looking very official. "Hello, Shiia. Is this Lìnnia?"
"The very girl." Shiia winked at me, to which I merely blinked in response. "Now, she seems nice, so you be nice too!"
The lady regarded me coolly. "I'll see about that. Stand up, girl."
I obliged.
"I'm Jiselle, the Head of Discipline at Majischule, as well as dueling instructor and security command. Are you ready to see the Headmistress?"
I should have been wary.
"I... uh... I don't... well... I... guh...guess... s...so..." I stammered.
She looked down the bridge of her pointy nose at me. "Oh, really? Let me see some ID!"
What? I hastened to pull out my wallet and handed her my CNHS student ID.
She looked it over and tapped a brick on the wall. To my utter amazement, a flat screen slid out and revolved to face her. She slid my ID through the "credit-card" slot on the side, and it beeped before showing my student records.
"Hmm," she said, peering at it. Obviously, she saw my horrendous math grades and the only demerit I'd ever gotten for sneaking food in science class. "I guess you are the right girl. Sorry 'bout that. You can't be too soft on discipline," she apologized. "I hear Earth is a tough neighborhood, so I figured I should be at the top of my game."
"Too right," I agreed, already liking her. Shiia grinned at me.
She looked at me. "I like you, kid," she said, handing me my ID back. "You ready to go?"
"Ah, yes, thanks - but I think I can... figure how to... get there..." I looked down the looooooooooooong hallway dubiously.
She obviously had the same sentiment. "I don't think so," she declared, grabbing me by the shoulders and steering me away.
Ms. Lightbringer was a petite lady with silver hair and piercing black eyes. She peered over her steepled fingers at me, fidgeting in the squishy armchair that stood in front of her desk. "So, according to your transcripts, you need to be tested," she finally said, smiling kindly.
I squirmed. "I really don't think that's necessary," I squeaked. "It all might be a mistake."
"I doubt it; Dr. Miranda is rarely wrong about Aura diagnosis."
I squirmed some more, at a loss for words.
Ms. Lightbringer was an immigrant from the Othrworlde, a separate world of Magick and wonder. From all the documentaries and TV shows I'd seen of it, it looked pretty cool. Of course, only the really rich or special people could go there on a whim. The rest of us working class Hoosiers had to save up for twice as long as it would take to save for a top-o'-da-notch BMW built last Monday (I'm NOT kidding about that).
Like most Magick Users, Ms. Lightbringer had the characteristic long fingered hands and, true to her heritage, pale silvery skin and a sturdy build. She dressed comfortably and fashionably, and her specially made chair was built with space for her large, gauzy wings. All in all, she was gorgeous and Junoesque, and very young by Faerie standards.
Gods, she made me feel small.
She smiled, empathetic. "Don't worry, dear," she soothed, reassuring. "I'm not trying to intimidate you."
"I know," I squeaked.
"But I am, aren't I?" her voice had a musical lilt to it.
"Uhm..."
"Well, there is a simple test to confirm my beliefs of what you are. Stand up, Lìnnia Cavaliare."
I stood.
"Do you know what your full name means?" Ms. Lightbringer asked, looking at it on my transcript.
I wrinkled my nose. "My mom made up 'Lìnnia', but Regine and Cavaliare mean 'queen' and 'knight'."
"So they do," Ms. Lightbringer nodded. "In my native language, 'Lìnnia' means 'deity' or 'God-sent'."
My mouth dropped open. How was I supposed to respond to that??
"Indeed," Ms. Lightbringer smirked good-naturedly, recognizing my reaction. "Let's begin - although I think I already know your designation."
She gestured at the rug off to the side in the open part of her office. The circles and symbols embroidered on it began to glow.
I gulped again. "What do I do?"
"Just hold out your hand. The left one will suffice," she added, gesturing at her chest. "That's the hand of your heart."
I nodded weakly and did as she said.
"Mathos klondies skumba skoro," she intoned, waving her arms widely. She began to trace symbols in the air, which also started to glow brightly. "Kun'ndai lishta mann'o'os caron sota ne. Mishta mailo ja mathos sku'umko skoro ni."
The heck? I thought, straining to make sense of what she was saying.
No dice.
The symbols in the air began to swirl around me, and they came apart like thread and rewove into new symbols and shapes. The glow died and the circles turned back into an exotic weave rug.
"Well, I was right," she smiled. "You are a Class One Fatina."
My mouth dropped open. "Class one??" I repeated. "Fatina??"
"Class One Fatina."
I felt dizzy and sat down. The last thing I remember clearly was this:
You have got to be kidding me!
Class One Fatina was the top classification of Magick Users! They could ascend to any caste of the Othrworlde, become anything they desired, and even got to participate in the Majidoule (Magick Duel) that was the Superbowl of the Othrworlde!! Not only that, but they supposedly had some kind of second form...
Holy cow holy chicken holy duck holy elephant holy flamingo...
Everything got blurry from there. I barely heard what Ms. Lightbringer said after that - something about a new locker, a schedule in the works, yadda-yadda. I nodded like I understood, randomly at different parts, and, taking pity on me, she said, "You may go," handed me a slip of paper, and nodded to me. "Good luck, Lìnnia Regine Cavaliare."
Good luck??
I was gonna need a LOT more than that!!
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Comments? Criticisms (be kind...
)? Suggestions? (BTW, this is not supposed to accompany anything I've done with WinX Club and Harry Potter or anything of the sort. This is a Stand-Alone fic)
More to come... I hope. XD
This post has been edited by LinneaKou: Apr 29 2008, 9:55 PM
Majischule, A world will open up to you if you're right for it...
LinneaKou Majischule Apr 29 2008, 8:58 PM
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