Novel & Cerita Magic For Beginners By Kelly Link

“You didn’t want to kill 5 minutes ago, now you are too bored to learn the magic of life? Which is it, Girl?” I reeled, realizing what she said was true. “I-, well, I need to be able to defend myself better. Stella and I are learning to work as a team but right now, its Stella who does most of that.” “What you seek, Eileen, is the concentrated and practiced skills that I am trying to show you. For untrained witches, druids, and apprentice learners, these spells take months. What you saw me do was condense the growth cycle of root and vine into a few seconds. Are you willing to actually learn?”

Now it was time to finally dig into Dominic’s book of magic. She sat back down on the bed beside Rave and picked up the book. Resting it on her lap, she opened it and began thumbing carefully through the pages. The first spell was the plant growth one, so she moved past it. The second was the air shield, a very difficult spell she had tried unsuccessfully a few times with Dominic.

Makenzy started to say but trailed off unable to finish her sentence. “When this is all over, you should come back with us for a while. We can teach you about our magic and you can teach us about yours.” Makayla said, before the silence got too awkward. “That sounds nice.” Felan said. “What is the plan, where do we start?” Makenzy asked. Felan started making a daisy grow. “Wow!” Makayla said. “That is awesome.” Makenzy added.

“Magic here grows in stages. Builds on itself. Follows each cast that came before it. Without understanding the flow you will destroy your work or possibly yourself.” The entire class leaned forward. I stayed very still, why the fuck am I even in this class when I don’t have magic like others. I had no magic. No stages. No flow. Just fear and raw panic and the wild hope that I would not be killed by an exploding spell. The professor wrote something in the air and it hovered over us. “Let us begin. Channel your magic into the first sequence.” The class obeyed. The room filled with glowing shapes and swirling colors.

The old library was eerie quiet as she continued "Powerful spells are cast through rituals, and sacrifice. Nothing comes for free. Magic is give and take; these are fundamental knowledge." "But first we must test if we have a talent for magic." Brea tearing out a blank page and an old page with ancient language. "We will cast a simple spell. We will write words on this blank page with no hands." She tore more blank pages and shared it around until it got to me. "Place the blank page on the ground." We all obeyed simultaneously to her instructions "Chant after me...Scriverasiq~~§" We all repeated after her five times and the words began to appear on the blank pages.

Sybil whispered in my thoughts. "You are more powerful than you know, focus and remember who you are” I swallowed, forcing myself to breathe. My fear began to melt away, replaced by something stronger. I felt the pulse of magic inside me, the energy stirring beneath my skin. Sybil’s voice was a lifeline, guiding me. "Together, we can break this." I nodded, locking eyes with the book. Its covers moved as I raised my hands, feeling the power surge through me. The ancient words rose to my lips without thought, magic flowing like water, growing stronger with each syllable.

Circe continued, "intention is everything. The strength of your magic depends on your willpower and the clarity of your intentions. Half-hearted efforts yield weak results. You must be focused and determined." Circe reached for an old, leather-bound book on the table. It looked ancient, with its cover worn and pages yellowed with age. She opened it carefully, revealing intricate drawings and handwritten spells. "This is the Grimoire, a book of spells and knowledge passed down through generations of witches. Today, we will start with something simple but essential: creating a protection charm." Circe stood up and began gathering ingredients from various shelves. She brought over a small pouch

"Luna, can you teach me some magic, please?" ‌ Luna knelt down and ruffled Rosey's hair. "Of course, my dear. But remember, magic comes from the heart. It's not about flashy spells; it's about love and intention." ‌ And so, Luna began teaching Rosey the basics of magic. The young werewolf practiced diligently, and soon, she could make flowers bloom with a flick of her paw. It wasn't long before Rosey became known as the "Little Sorceress" of the pack, enchanting everyone with her budding magical talents.

The least I could do was to try and be a smart student that could easily pick up lessons from the start. “We are starting with something of little weight, and then we'd move into a much heavier one,” she took my hand in hers from behind and held it up to point towards the white feather lying on a small pillow that was five feet apart. For those who've become, you need to be much stronger to withstand the pressure that will be laid from the both kings; all begins with starting off from the littlest magic of telekinesis.” She lets go of my hanging arm. “Now, Ellie,” she says as she returns to stand behind me.