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The Magiccasters ◌ Story
The Magiccasters - Story by @-starrii-skies
Prologue
Lacy rushed along the smooth, paved sidewalk. Oak Road, Maple Avenue… Evergreen Street! She raced down the long, sloped hill and skidded to a stop right in the middle. She dashed up to a large maroon-red colored door and opened it.
“Mom?” she whispered, scanning the living room. Spotting her mom laying down on a couch, she quickly threw off her boots and ran over. “Mom, I’ve got some medicine for you…”
“No, no,” her mother sighed, her voice rough and scratchy.
“Mom…?” Lacy stared at her mother. “Lacy,” her mother said, “listen to me.” She gently pulled Lacy down, sitting next to her.
“My time here is over, but I have left behind as many things as possible,” started her mother.
Lacy’s heart flew to her throat. She could feel her eyes welling up with tears.
“You will have somebody to look after you, feed you, care about you. You will have a nice family, a good school, and good education.
“You will live in a peaceful country, with lots of sunshine and warmth wherever you go.
“But soon, your gift – your power – your talent – will grow ahead of you. It will bubble stronger and stronger. Only you can control it. And soon, it will be too much for your country to hold. And so the Prophecy of the Seven Suns shall begin.”
Lacy’s head was spinning. Prophecy of the Seven Suns…? Talent? Gift? Power? All I want is my mother to stay with me.
“Mom…” Lacy tried to ask her about the Seven Suns prophecy, or her “talent”, but all that came out was, “please, Mom, please stay with me.” Her voice sounded scratchy.
“Lacy, I need to leave now.” Her mother closed her eyes. “But you’ll always be with me.”
Lacy put a hand on her mother’s chest. “Mom, I love you,” she whispered. “I love you too,” her mother whispered back.
And then her mother’s heartbeats grew slower… and slower… until they stopped altogether.
- - -
Chapter One
Ms. Willows, my writing teacher, strode to the front of the room. “Welcome to Writing, boys and girls! Today, we’ll have a new student joining us.”
As if on cue, a girl with long blond hair, casual jeans, and a light violet sweater walked into the room. I squinted at her, and then gasped when I realized something. She has light orange eyes! Which was very strange, because how could your eye color be orange – which isn’t an eye color!
. . . well, I guess her eye color could be orange . . . because my eye color is light purple. Yet nobody seems to notice it.
“Class, this is Megan,” Ms. Willows said, smiling at Megan. “Why don’t you come up to my desk and introduce yourself?”
Megan nodded slightly and walked up to Ms. Willows’ desk. “Hi, I’m Megan, but you can call me Meg. I just moved to California from Washington, D.C., so I’m pretty new around these parts.” She smiled, flashing her braces, and her eyes turned a light blue.
Wait, what? Her eyes just turned blue!! What just happened there? I looked around, wondering if anyone noticed. But Room 35 stayed perfectly still. Nobody was staring at her or whispering to their neighbor. Why don’t they see her eyes? I wondered.
Megan’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “Anyways, one of my favorite things to do is math, I love to write stories and read, and that’s about it.” Megan flashed another bright smile, her eyes turning a light green, and then sat down on an empty desk two desks in front of me.
“Great. Thank you for introducing yourself.” Ms. Willows smiled at Megan. “Now, we’re going to review our test . . .”
But I didn’t hear the rest of what she was saying because my mind was racing.
Why did Megan’s eyes change color? It’s just like magic. First her eyes were orange, then light blue, and then green.
I glanced down at the small mood ring that was on my finger. A heart that changed colors when I was feeling a certain way. My only memory of my mother – she’d given me it – who had passed away a few years ago, when I was nine years old.
Now I was twelve, and I couldn’t remember one thing about my mother or my childhood.
Which was weird.
Suddenly, I had a thought. Maybe her eyes change color just like my mood ring. She must’ve felt nervous, because orange is ‘nervous, tentative’ on the mood ring sheet. And then light blue, which is ‘happy’. And then green – ‘calm’.
But I didn’t believe that. No, that can’t be right. I’m probably just seeing things. I exhaled.
Then how come your eyes are light purple? my brain fired back.
“Lacy?” Ms. Willows’ voice shook me from my thoughts. “Can you tell us a few synonyms of the word ‘chronicle’?”
I racked my mind, trying to remember what Ms. Willows had said. Chronicle, which could mean narrative, description, story, or chronology.
“A few synonyms of chronicle could be ‘narrative’, ‘description’, or ‘story’,” I said slowly.
“Correct!” Ms. Willows smiled brightly. “And Megan, can you tell me what ‘chronological order’ is?”
“Um.” Megan, who was whispering to Lila, quickly straightened in her seat, her eyes turning a slight yellow – embarrassed – but then fading to orange, stuttered, “Uhm, could you repeat that please . . . ?”
Ms. Willows smiled, but it was a bit forced. “Can you tell us what ‘chronological order’ is?”
Megan blinked twice. She stared at Ms. Willows a bit, her eyes turning a mix of light pink – focused. “Chronological order: starting with the earliest and following the order in which they occurred; “the entries are in chronological order.” Synonyms are sequential, consecutive, in sequence, in order of time, in order, ordered, progressive, serial, and historical. An antonym for chronological order is ‘random’.” She let out a breath.
Whoa. How did she do that? I stared at Megan. Actually, how does she know that?
“Oh.” Ms. Willows blinked, looking surprised. Just then, I heard something which sounded like Ms. Willows’ voice, but she wasn’t speaking. I wonder how Megan knew that. She spoke the exact same words out of my mind; how did she know that?
I glanced at my mood ring. Pink. Focused.
I looked at Megan. Her eyes were a light pink, too.
I looked at Ms. Willows. Her mouth wasn’t moving; she wasn’t speaking.
The other kids in the class stayed still too, as if they hadn’t heard her.
What if they hadn’t?
Just then, Ms. Willows spoke again. Well, she probably looked it up on Google and somehow the definition was the same. Now focus and get back to the lesson.
Once again, my mood ring glowed pink. So did Megan’s eyes, except then her eyes faded to light orange. Nervous, tentative.
What was going on?
Prologue
Lacy rushed along the smooth, paved sidewalk. Oak Road, Maple Avenue… Evergreen Street! She raced down the long, sloped hill and skidded to a stop right in the middle. She dashed up to a large maroon-red colored door and opened it.
“Mom?” she whispered, scanning the living room. Spotting her mom laying down on a couch, she quickly threw off her boots and ran over. “Mom, I’ve got some medicine for you…”
“No, no,” her mother sighed, her voice rough and scratchy.
“Mom…?” Lacy stared at her mother. “Lacy,” her mother said, “listen to me.” She gently pulled Lacy down, sitting next to her.
“My time here is over, but I have left behind as many things as possible,” started her mother.
Lacy’s heart flew to her throat. She could feel her eyes welling up with tears.
“You will have somebody to look after you, feed you, care about you. You will have a nice family, a good school, and good education.
“You will live in a peaceful country, with lots of sunshine and warmth wherever you go.
“But soon, your gift – your power – your talent – will grow ahead of you. It will bubble stronger and stronger. Only you can control it. And soon, it will be too much for your country to hold. And so the Prophecy of the Seven Suns shall begin.”
Lacy’s head was spinning. Prophecy of the Seven Suns…? Talent? Gift? Power? All I want is my mother to stay with me.
“Mom…” Lacy tried to ask her about the Seven Suns prophecy, or her “talent”, but all that came out was, “please, Mom, please stay with me.” Her voice sounded scratchy.
“Lacy, I need to leave now.” Her mother closed her eyes. “But you’ll always be with me.”
Lacy put a hand on her mother’s chest. “Mom, I love you,” she whispered. “I love you too,” her mother whispered back.
And then her mother’s heartbeats grew slower… and slower… until they stopped altogether.
- - -
Chapter One
Ms. Willows, my writing teacher, strode to the front of the room. “Welcome to Writing, boys and girls! Today, we’ll have a new student joining us.”
As if on cue, a girl with long blond hair, casual jeans, and a light violet sweater walked into the room. I squinted at her, and then gasped when I realized something. She has light orange eyes! Which was very strange, because how could your eye color be orange – which isn’t an eye color!
. . . well, I guess her eye color could be orange . . . because my eye color is light purple. Yet nobody seems to notice it.
“Class, this is Megan,” Ms. Willows said, smiling at Megan. “Why don’t you come up to my desk and introduce yourself?”
Megan nodded slightly and walked up to Ms. Willows’ desk. “Hi, I’m Megan, but you can call me Meg. I just moved to California from Washington, D.C., so I’m pretty new around these parts.” She smiled, flashing her braces, and her eyes turned a light blue.
Wait, what? Her eyes just turned blue!! What just happened there? I looked around, wondering if anyone noticed. But Room 35 stayed perfectly still. Nobody was staring at her or whispering to their neighbor. Why don’t they see her eyes? I wondered.
Megan’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “Anyways, one of my favorite things to do is math, I love to write stories and read, and that’s about it.” Megan flashed another bright smile, her eyes turning a light green, and then sat down on an empty desk two desks in front of me.
“Great. Thank you for introducing yourself.” Ms. Willows smiled at Megan. “Now, we’re going to review our test . . .”
But I didn’t hear the rest of what she was saying because my mind was racing.
Why did Megan’s eyes change color? It’s just like magic. First her eyes were orange, then light blue, and then green.
I glanced down at the small mood ring that was on my finger. A heart that changed colors when I was feeling a certain way. My only memory of my mother – she’d given me it – who had passed away a few years ago, when I was nine years old.
Now I was twelve, and I couldn’t remember one thing about my mother or my childhood.
Which was weird.
Suddenly, I had a thought. Maybe her eyes change color just like my mood ring. She must’ve felt nervous, because orange is ‘nervous, tentative’ on the mood ring sheet. And then light blue, which is ‘happy’. And then green – ‘calm’.
But I didn’t believe that. No, that can’t be right. I’m probably just seeing things. I exhaled.
Then how come your eyes are light purple? my brain fired back.
“Lacy?” Ms. Willows’ voice shook me from my thoughts. “Can you tell us a few synonyms of the word ‘chronicle’?”
I racked my mind, trying to remember what Ms. Willows had said. Chronicle, which could mean narrative, description, story, or chronology.
“A few synonyms of chronicle could be ‘narrative’, ‘description’, or ‘story’,” I said slowly.
“Correct!” Ms. Willows smiled brightly. “And Megan, can you tell me what ‘chronological order’ is?”
“Um.” Megan, who was whispering to Lila, quickly straightened in her seat, her eyes turning a slight yellow – embarrassed – but then fading to orange, stuttered, “Uhm, could you repeat that please . . . ?”
Ms. Willows smiled, but it was a bit forced. “Can you tell us what ‘chronological order’ is?”
Megan blinked twice. She stared at Ms. Willows a bit, her eyes turning a mix of light pink – focused. “Chronological order: starting with the earliest and following the order in which they occurred; “the entries are in chronological order.” Synonyms are sequential, consecutive, in sequence, in order of time, in order, ordered, progressive, serial, and historical. An antonym for chronological order is ‘random’.” She let out a breath.
Whoa. How did she do that? I stared at Megan. Actually, how does she know that?
“Oh.” Ms. Willows blinked, looking surprised. Just then, I heard something which sounded like Ms. Willows’ voice, but she wasn’t speaking. I wonder how Megan knew that. She spoke the exact same words out of my mind; how did she know that?
I glanced at my mood ring. Pink. Focused.
I looked at Megan. Her eyes were a light pink, too.
I looked at Ms. Willows. Her mouth wasn’t moving; she wasn’t speaking.
The other kids in the class stayed still too, as if they hadn’t heard her.
What if they hadn’t?
Just then, Ms. Willows spoke again. Well, she probably looked it up on Google and somehow the definition was the same. Now focus and get back to the lesson.
Once again, my mood ring glowed pink. So did Megan’s eyes, except then her eyes faded to light orange. Nervous, tentative.
What was going on?
Last edited by -starrii-skies (May 14, 2021 01:25:52)
- -starrii-skies
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10 posts
The Magiccasters ◌ Story
Chapter One is now done! that took a lot of time 
Also, it was released on Sunday – The Magiccasters is (probably) now only going to update on Sunday / Monday / Tuesday / Wednesday
Hope you enjoy the story!
April 21, 2021 - new update! The Magiccasters is now on a hiatus :o I probably won't be updating it for awhile :) but check my profile once in awhile (scroll down to the comment section) and you'll see most of my updates :D
P.S. › tyasm for all the supportive comments! your enthusiasm and the fact you like my story keeps me going :D

Also, it was released on Sunday – The Magiccasters is (probably) now only going to update on Sunday / Monday / Tuesday / Wednesday

Hope you enjoy the story!
April 21, 2021 - new update! The Magiccasters is now on a hiatus :o I probably won't be updating it for awhile :) but check my profile once in awhile (scroll down to the comment section) and you'll see most of my updates :D
P.S. › tyasm for all the supportive comments! your enthusiasm and the fact you like my story keeps me going :D
Last edited by -starrii-skies (April 21, 2021 22:12:42)
- cherrii-tea
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63 posts
The Magiccasters ◌ Story
Eep amazing story! I’m following you your writing is amazing >:3 also would you like to join my writing studio? We’re a group of small writers who are working on a book 

Last edited by cherrii-tea (April 15, 2021 21:17:13)
- TheHawaiiGirl2
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25 posts
The Magiccasters ◌ Story
Wow! It's rlly good so far!
Last edited by TheHawaiiGirl2 (April 19, 2021 22:40:56)
- -starrii-skies
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10 posts
The Magiccasters ◌ Story
!! New Update !!
- I may not update it this Friday
but I will /probably/ update it on Tuesday like normal (i have irl school today)
- I may not update it this Friday

- coolandamazingcoder
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9 posts
The Magiccasters ◌ Story
Yeah this story is epic
I thought about it for a while and I really did find it amusing. The idea behind it was great.
But, I think the title can be called The Magicasters instead of The Magiccasters
I thought about it for a while and I really did find it amusing. The idea behind it was great.
But, I think the title can be called The Magicasters instead of The Magiccasters
- coolandamazingcoder
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9 posts
The Magiccasters ◌ Story
By the way, would you like to join my writing studio as well?
- -starrii-skies
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The Magiccasters ◌ Story
ty! and… i've already joined(ish) a writing stodio :0 but ty anyways! ^^
- TheHawaiiGirl2
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25 posts
The Magiccasters ◌ Story
Ah this story is AMAZING!!!!!! Can't wait for the next chapter 

- -starrii-skies
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The Magiccasters ◌ Story
aa ty
it's on hold now tho because my computer's broken T-T

- BeatriceJK
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I'm curious how it will be in the next chapter! One thing is the grammar. “… a good education …” to “… good education …” with no ‘a’. Anyways I like it

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