The Wizard Lock

Chapter 1:
Legend says that the night I was born the moon and the sun sat next to each other in the twilight sky and shined down on me with such blinding light my skin was colored the loveliest ivory and my hair the deadliest crimson. The whole village gazed up in awe. Many wizards before me had been born and all came with their own magical entrance into the world. My mother made a hill of roses bloom in the middle of winter. When my father first looked at the sky a star fell in front of him, and he always has it on a necklace made of a rare silver. Most popular entrances are solar eclipses or lunar eclipses but nothing even like the sun and moon sitting side by side to see me has ever happened. So apparently I’m one of the rarest wizards ever. And, although no one will admit it, the most feared. One touch of my finger could char you in a second. I can tame the wildest beast and ride him to the market. But with great powers come with constant training. It also helps that my parents are the king and queen of Fantage. I get a whole courtyard just for turning trees into ice cubes and making the sky a vibrant azure. Of course those were tricks I could do at the age of five. My parents always showed love of me but a pain in the back of my mind thinks maybe it’s my powers they love. Even though I am “the beautifulest, mightiest, most graceful” wizard ever born, I know there are secrets. I know many things. I am fluent in thousands of languages and have read about every word in literature history, but no one can learn things when there are too many walls covering it. And with this all happening, I feel like there are eyes watching me. Like, at any moment someone could jump out and pull me into the shadows.
Chapter 2:
“Again!” Blaine yells at me.
As quick as the lightening I’m about to strike at a tree, I get out my wand and flick my wrist towards the tree. Beads of sweat drip from my chin. Today’s one of the millionth
training days I have with Jesse.The boom echoes off the walls enclosing the boundaries of my magic. After doing about a ton of other spells Jesse made me do all morning he stops demanding orders and walks around me slowly, eyeing me.
I stand up straight as he examines me, “Qutechi?” He yells.
“Whetu!” I answer the spells opposite as quick as saying any other word I’ve spoken since birth. Qutechi is a spell that makes anybody fall to the ground paralyzed. But by using the Whetu spell you regain your body and can get back up before your opponent kills you. “Good job Madge, there is room for improvement but there always has to be or what would we do at 5:00 AM to noon?”
I take the sigh of relief I always do after training then say,”Hmm…maybe sleep?”
He gives me a smile,”Sleep? What is fun about sleeping?”
I yawn,”Everything!”
So Blaine and I walk over into the big castle and race each other to the dinning room to eat brunch. My cook, Elisa, places our plates in front if us,”You run quite fast for a twenty year old Blaine.”
Blaine flips his sleek, ebony bangs away from his hazel eyes and smirks at her, “Nah, Madge totally beat me.”
I shake my head,”Nope you touched your chair first.”
Then we’re both laughing and Elisa is off to get our drinks.
I pierce the steaming omelet with my fork and knife and cut a small piece to eat. The smooth taste of cheese bursts out of the egg blanket along with the fresh taste of spinach and the tawny shell of olives. When Elisa comes with our orange juice Blaine and I start talking.
“So what do you have planned for your eightieth birthday Madge?” Blaine asks.
I then stop chewing on the rubbery egg and drop my fork next to my grapes that Elisa handed out,”Uhm….not sure.”