âAre you ever going to tell me the backstory of your life?â Diana asked immediately I stepped out of the bathroom, causing me to sigh so loudly that she chuckled. âWhatâs your deal, dude? You wouldnât even let me dress up before querying me?â I asked, folding my arms across each other, giving her my best get-out-of-here-look. I needed to get dressed up. But the girl didnât budge. If anything she looked amused. âDiana, can we talk about my past later? I need to dress up.â I finally asked, letting out another sigh, knowing that she wouldnât budge unless I pleaded. My pity went out to the guy that would finally sink his clutches into her, or rather the other way around. Thinking of that, had me ruminating on the kingâ son. âDo you and the queenâs children talk?â I asked tentatively, not sure what I was expecting to hear, especially as Diana looked at me like I was asking the most dumb question in the universe. âOf course, I talk with them, Maya. They are my leaders. Although, I am
I waited for the rebuke when I brought out my mask and placed it on my face. But there was silence. I opened my eyes that had been shut and peered at my new family. They were staring at me. We had finished breakfast a few minutes ago, and the others had left for a meeting in the great hall, a continuation of last night, and probably the finalization of the engagement. Not that I cared. But it was the same place Laura and Peter were going to, until they had seen me bring out my mask dramatically. âWhat are you doing, Maya?â That was Peter, slow to comprehend my reason for this, as I could see that Laura and Diana had caught onto my reasons. Their eyes were shrouded with anger and then pity; hopefully the anger was toward Adam and his brothers. âPlease call me Dora, Peter. Thatâs the new name. As you know, this is my pack. I'm sure of it. The surroundings are familiar. I donât want them to know it is me, until I find out what had happened to me. So, until then, I would don a mask
âSo, you think that your boss is a young dude?â Diana asked whilst on our stroll. I had asked her first if it was possible for magic to make someone younger, voice and all. She had nodded, but had admitted that she didnât know anyone in the community that did that. Itâs a banned magic actually, since it involves sacrifices of human blood to stay young. I told her then of the call. She still found it funny. She believed that either I heard wrong, or the person speaking was the secretary, one of the assistants in the store I would be working in. âBut he sounded like the boss, a young boss.â I said, not adding that the voice had sounded so gentle that I had wished to get a glimpse of the person speaking. Patience young warlock, you are a worker there after all. I smiled at the thought, then frowned. What was I doing goofing over a manâs voice? Seriously Maya, you donât ever learn, do you? âSo, where are we going first?â Diana asked, obviously giving up on trying to convince me of
âDora, hiâŠI thought you would be joining us..â Noami started, when I fully faced her, my hand still clasped with Dianaâs. âDonât worry about the strictness of their faces, they are quite cool, especially the boys. I have seen how you catch their attention, and I think they will be pleased to see you, and know youâŠyour mask..â I watched her stutter, like she hadnât seen the mask that covered my face, like she was just seeing it now. âItâs something I have to wear.â I answered stiffly, probably because I didnât want a conversation about the mask, or most probable because I hated that she had classified that crowd as cool. Yes sure I didn't know the queenâs children upfront, but from the tales of Laura, and I know she couldnât lie to me, I was sure that they werenât any good either. Just a bunch of entitled assholes and egocentric jerks. The triplets and Claire were entirely on a next level. Those were bastards, wicked bastards. Why was Naomi with them? Why did she find them a good
âThis girl is just so full of herself..â Claire stated. She must have noticed that I was appealing to Adam. Took a second. âWhat else would I be full of, Claire, shit? Apologies my dear, but not everyone is like you. I, specifically, refuse to be full of that.â I said, without waiting a beat. Naomi cackled first, then the rest joined, including Adam. I rested back on the pillar, feeling a bit content, after that. Diana jabbed me lightly, but I knew she was happy that I was getting along, or rather pretending to get along. Claire was red in the face. She stood up sharply, attempting to walk toward me, and maybe, I donât know, throw out a slap or something, but Adam held her back. âIt was just a joke, Claire. You donât need to get worked up about it.â I watched her deflate and sink back to her position on the pavement. Her anger wasnât totally out, but it was diffused now. The power of Adam. Sickening. To think I had been under the influence. By this time, Duke has taken advan
âDora, wait!â Noami. She was the one speaking, and I wondered why. Shouldnât she be with her friends? I mused, turning around to glance at her, my hands still fitted in with a Diana whose lips havenât yet gotten rid of the smile. She had been so proud of my comeback to Duke. Yes, it had been an empty threat, but she believed it was a sign of growth on my part. Diana thought I should keep up the act, perhaps become a bully to the bullies, since my identity to them was unknown. I stayed silent, till Noami got to me. She was breathing deeply, and exhaling the same, like she had run a marathon, despite the fact that it hadnât been up to three minutes since we had left the shade. I waited for her to speak, pretending to be aloof to her ploys that we be friends. Partly because it would suit my new persona, and partly because I wasnât sure if her loyalty had really laid with me when I was still the bullied Maya. What if all her friendly gestures had all been part of a big plan? To des
This must be a new one. I thought, as I looked at the sign that was placed on the restaurantâs top. âDo they cook as nice as they look?â Diana asked, and I held back a chuckle. Naomi couldn't though. âOf course,â She managed to say whilst chuckling. She held the free hand of Dianaâtypical Noamiâto the surprise of the little one, and led us into the restaurant. It was bustling already, the bustle easing when they took note of us. There were a few from the mage community, but most were of the werewolfâs clan and they couldnât understand what a masked girl was doing in their eatery. The party was over for god sake. They must be thinking. âDonât mind their stares. Itâs not everyday that a masked beauty pays them a visit.â Naomi said, and I nodded, willing myself not to smile sheepishly at the title. Masked beauty? I might get used to that. We found a table that was close to the door. Diana had picked that one. I was not sure if it was because of its closeness to the door. âLet me
When had he gotten here? I wondered, not bothering to turn aside to look at the human that had come to stand beside me. Why was he here? Obviously he had heard the content of my mock speech to Raul, but who said he could join the discussion? Well, what do I know, this place was his territory. âWhat are you doing here?â Nice question, Raul. I thought, making taps on the table with my finger, as if a question hadnât been directed to me earlier. âI don't remember passing a remark to you, wizard..â Okay, that was a low, Adam. What the hell was he doing? Was he that petty to pick a fight with Raul just because I had mentioned that Raul was more handsome than he and his brothers. How right could the word bastard be at this point? I watch a server advance towards us, with our order I presume, her eyebrows furrowed, probably wondering why Adam was at our table. My eyes found Claire and Rachel too. They seemed to be conniving wordlessly on how to throw me to hell. This wasnât good. It
Because the beastâs voice could be heard by all in the field, and maybe even outside of the field, I used magic to amplify my voice, so that everyone could hear me speak too. So, when the crowd erupted in mild shouts and mutterings at the previous words of the Queen, they echoed affirmations after mine; affirmations mixed with amusement at the nonchalancy in my voice and then anger at the Queen for breaking the laws that had been in place for many years. The beast obeyed. He turned his mighty head and stared at the Queen, whose hands were shaking. Out of nerves or shock or anger, I wasnât sure. But her cool composure was gone. âWell, to be fair to the Queen, she didnât call you outâŠâ The beast grunted, in confusion I was sure, if the thinning of his eyes were anything to go by. âWho called me then? Only she has the power to call us outâŠâ âWellâŠâ I smirked, and pointed at a Rachel who was shaking with fear beside her mother. Oh well, she was scared of what she had conjured? Inte
Rachel stood still even when the crowd was shouting âFight!â âFight!â like a mantra. I knew she wanted me to attack first. âIâve been watching you fight, and you have never attacked first, well apart from your last matchâŠ.â She started, placing her hands on her waist.âWell, thatâs a stupid deduction to make. Iâve only fought two contestants. Didnât your mother teach you that, when she taught you how to fight with the subtle magic, when she taught you how to cheat in the competition?â I shot back, a smirk appearing on my lips.Her eyes widened, and her composure disintegrated by a meaningful portion, as she looked around her, to check if the others were hearing. âTsk, your family is terribly disgusting. You want me to attack you? Then you will have it. Donât regret it though. Thereâs a reason I donât attack first. I thought my last battle would have explained that, but it seems you are slowâŠâ I said, right before I advanced toward her. She jerked back, as I approached, causing me t
Lauraâs infamous meat sauce would have been enough reason to win this last battle, even if the Queenâs rewards hadn't been attached to it. Thinking of it now as I sauntered into the battlefield brought out the hunger pangs that had managed to stay hidden for a while, under the layer of fruits and water. I was hungry. âWait, until I am done with this.â I muttered to myself, flexing my hands. Laura should have better prepared my favorite meal to celebrate my win, because I wouldnât settle for less. Not when my mind was already clouded with meat sauce. Rachel was already waiting for me in the field, her arms folded across her chest, disdain notable in her eyes. I didnât bother mirroring the same, I just wanted to be done with this, so that I could go home and eat. âThatâs a good attitude, keep it up.â El spoke then, causing me to pout. âIs that sarcasm?â She chuckled. âNot at all. Itâs good that youâre not nervous, considering the principalâs insight, considering that it lowers you
Rachel won her own fight. But it had been by a sharp luck; the senior had been varsed in combat, very varsed, despite her not so big stature. Probably why the organizers had linked her to Rachel; they had thought it would be an easy defeat. After her match, the Queen had called for a little recess, so that the final contestants could have some rest before the last phase of the competition. It was why I was reclining on the chair in my tent, drinking an energy mix that Laura had given me. âIâm sure that the Queen is giving Rachel some tools on how to fight you, some tricks. You have to be careful out there, DoraâŠâ Diana spoke, with a disgusted expression on her face. âThat woman can be so sneaky.â She added, placing her arm around my shoulder. âIf you win Rachel, I will give you my meat sauce for a week.â I laughed then, unable to hold it this time around. Diana was a darling. âDeal!â I shouted, jamming fists with her, whilst her parents and Levina watched on with wide smiles on th
My second opponent was the senior that had tried to bully me in the hallway a few days ago; that had tried to instigate me to fight her so that I would be disqualified from the competition. She was prancing around the field like an overzealous proud horse, getting cheers from the crowd. I thought she looked hilarious. I was going to win her. That was a given; not because I was proud, but because I had no choice. I had no choice than to make her eat her words, than to make her regret troubling me that fateful day. My quiet demeanor was mirrored by Rachel and her family. At intervals, I looked at the people in the crowd, at the Queen, at her. It was as if they knew that the senior was making noise. A noise that was uncalled for. Rachel, especially, had a bored look on her face. She knew I would win, never mind that it wouldnât be pleasing to her. When I had won Courtney, I had seen the dread that had flirted past her face, right before she conditioned her countenance to stoicness. Sh
The battle was over before the senior knew it. With swift movements that I had never learned in any training, I started to free myself from the painful hold of the senior. It was like my hands and feet knew exactly what to do, guided by some unseen force, guided by El.I twisted and turned, using techniques that felt instinctive yet unfamiliar to me. With each move, I could feel my opponent's grip loosening. I managed to break free and turn the tables. Now, I was the one in control.I didn't hesitate. El didnât hesitate to attack. It was like a dance, each step calculated and precise. I surprised myself with my own agility and strength. El was not just guiding my body, but also my mind, giving me the confidence to face my opponent head-on.I dodged punches and countered with moves that I didn't even know I was capable of. It was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. But I trusted El; she wouldnât let me down.Soon enough, I gained the upper hand. The senior was struggling to k
The fight was against ourselves. Since we were just eight contestants, we were paired against each other in a duel. But the announcer had picked out rumpled papers in a bowl to know who we would be contesting against. For my first time, I was selected to duel with the senior that had bothered to speak with me after my victory in the magic prowess session. We were both surprised to be fighting each other, but we had no choice but to advance to the field when our names were called by Professor Zokel. We had been the last in the list too. The others had fought, and now there were only three females moving to the final; three and whoever would win this duel that was about to happen. âI had never imagined to be pitted against you, Dora. But I will make it quick. You have outlasted than we all had gambled for, a feat, but it comes to stop now.â I nodded slowly, not knowing what to say. The seniors had gambled on my position in the contest? Did anyone gamble for my win? âDid anyone gambl
Standing in the middle of the clearing, surrounded by the never ending, echoing applause and cheers of the people, I felt a rush of emotions surge through me. The silence that had enveloped the arena moments ago, as I wielded my magical powers, was now replaced by this overwhelming cacophony of approval. It was surreal, almost like a dream I never dared to dream.I turned towards my family, their voices rising above the rest, shouting my name with unabashed pride. They had been there from the beginning, believing in me even when I doubted myself. Then I saw Adam. He was sitting two bleachers behind his family. And his smile stood outâbright and wide, his eyes shimmering with a mix of admiration and wonder. I couldn't help but touch the scarf he had given me, a talisman of his support and friendship.Friendship? We will see about that. I wondered if he had confided in his brothers about the change of the status quo. I didnât think so.Bowing graciously to the audience, I savored the m
As I stood in the midst of the expansive field, chosen for the competition for its grandeur and open skies, doubt crept into my mind like tendrils of mist on a cool morning. My earlier dose of courage had evaporated.The memory of Rachelâs captivating rain dance rather haunted me. The way she effortlessly commanded the elements, enthralling every eye and heart in the audience. Could I match that? Did I have what it takes? I could. And I did. But what do I create? The judges were still talking animatedly about Rachelâs magical display. How do I get their attention?I clenched my fists, trying to dispel the doubts that threatened to paralyze me. "You are capable, Maya," I whispered to myself, my voice almost lost in the rustling of the wind through the tall grass. I needed to win this competition, not just for myself but for my family, and for my pride. A movement caught my eye, and I turned to see her â Rachel with that infuriating smirk playing on her lips. She knew she had the upper