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The mages stood waiting, expecting their arrival. “Magi,” Xavier said with respect. The elder woman inclined her head, eyes sharp. “Our King. And the Ice Queen.” Sophie’s breath hitched at the title. Amara’s lips curved. “The ice has thawed. Good. That will serve the realm well.” Ronan coughed loudly. “Thawed is one word for it.” Amara ignored him. Magi stepped forward, her eyes glowing faintly. “We called you here because the balance has shifted. Something wicked this way comes. A great power has awakened, one not meant for this world.”

He is taller than me, but his frame is slender, fragile. This kind of sudden beauty enhancement usually means one thing in the Awakening world: Charm-based abilities. Succubus. Narcissus. Siren. I look at him with genuine pity. Poor kid. Awakening as a walking love potion in a world full of monsters? That is the start of a tragic, X-rated backstory. But hey, not my problem. My job ends the moment he gets enrolled. I check my bank account on my phone. The balance makes me grin. Money is so cute. No matter where I go, cash is the only thing that makes me feel safe.

Jessie woke up Monday morning and for some reason, she felt off and her magic wasn't afraid to show it. It started with how she almost tripped because of a pillow that appeared out of nowhere on her way to the bathroom, then her magic setting the water too high and almost burning her skin off, then nicking herself with a knife with her magic bending the knife in her anger and finally, checking her bag before realizing her homework was on her reading table in homeroom. Banging her head on the desk, she attracted the stares of everyone and worried looks from her friends.

***CONTENT TRIGGER WARNING*** please be aware that the following content may be seen as triggering to some, however this is fiction and the actions/situations described are in no way condoned by the author. I'm dreaming of a young man, excited to be starting his first day at a training camp, he makes friends and studies hard, but he is lonely. I try to reach out to him, but I can't move, I’m pinned in place and it's getting hot. I try to call out to the young man for help, but I can't make any sound. Something is blocking me from calling out, and I'm now struggling to breath.

mira muttered, her eyes filled with dread. “premature awakening?” I repeated, “it seems you know much about this.” “yes I do, but—” she paused, looking at me weirdly. “But what?” I raised a brick, then my eyes went down on my body, checking to see what she was looking” “How are you still strong?” she asked, confusion in her eyes. “What do you mean?” my eyes narrowed. More confused than she was. “premature awakening. Is a wicked act, where your brain is invaded and then your powers are triggered by an artificial manipulated dream.” she explained, the shock still registered on her face.

It scared me then, and I’d run to my father, worried that something was wrong. He’d only chuckled, ruffling my hair as he always did. “Don’t worry, Jade,” he’d said. “It’s a good sign. You’re healthy and strong.” I hadn’t understood at the time, but now it made sense. That was the moment my magic traits had appeared. The realization hit me like a wave, a mixture of wonder and confusion. Why hadn’t my father told me the truth? Did he know what it meant? Torren’s voice pulled me back to the present. “It’s the first sign. If they don’t show before you turn eighteen, you’ll never awaken magic. It’s rare for someone from Kreel to awaken, but I’m holding onto hope.”

That voice is familiar to me; I knew it was Kael. But not. It was warped. Hollow. Like someone wearing his voice like a mask. I stepped back as a crack opened in the floor, black mist curling up from the gap. The carvings on the wall flickered. The image of the woman cradling the child began to bleed. Not real blood, but magic. Dark, sticky magic that dripped like ink. “No,” Dorian muttered. “It’s too soon.” “What is this?” I demanded. “The awakening, the crown, and it’s tied to you and to the child.”

none of us want to stay here and growing up is the only way out. Your Awakening is a bit like graduation in a sense. A passing from child to adult and normally where you would find your place, your rank, in the pack, and get a mate. I have no delusions that it means anything of the sort for any of us turning tonight. Of which there are four from the home of unwanteds, and I hear maybe three from the packs around. Just a handful of kids trying to break free, find their path, and all in the great presence of the entire 'Packdom'.

“I know this is going to be hard to believe, Grayson, but those wolves are our neighbors.” Her eyebrows raised, and she stared at me for a long time, not blinking before she said, “Say what now?” “I know it’s hard to wrap your mind around. Just like the fact that you just saw me shoot a fireball out of my hand. But it’s true. They are shifters. And I’m a mage.” “A what?” she asked, wrinkling her face up at me. “A mage. It’s kind of like a witch… but I draw upon the forces of nature. I get my strength from the forest.”