Two years ago, I was asked by two wonderful girls to tell this story and bring it to a logical ending. And at last, we did it!
I’m thirteen, and by law I have to undergo training at the Metropolitan School of Magic. But I don’t want to! Why are you forcing me to do what I don’t want? I don’t want to study magic! And I’d give anything not to be a mage—but you don’t get to choose your ancestors.
What do you mean, no one asked me, and I won’t leave here until I learn to control myself? I’m a hereditary dark mage—and that won’t be simple for everyone around me!