Excerpt
She woke up the same as always, to the sweet sound of the birds perched on her large, wooden window. As she stepped out of bed, she pulled her long, tangled red hair out of the messy clump on the back of her head. A smell of cinnamon and honey filled her room as she quickly struggled to find her comfiest skirt and shirt. Nothing seemed peculiar about this particular day until she stepped into her master, Alfred Williams, office,
After quickly scoffing down a bowl of porridge that seemed as hot as the sun, she made a quick dash along the dark oak floors into the study. While walking she took a quick glance at the many books along the white walls of the spacious room. Many she had read, filled with magic techniques, history and the occasional book about the summoning of a demon or djinni. Other shelves were filled with magical objects and artefacts Alfred had collected in his many battles and journeys. She grabbed a tattered, leather book and she was on her way towards the back of the room.
Just as she came up towards her masters large, wooden desk she took a sudden step back. The large, bronze coin that had been spinning for the last 8 months on top of the desk was sitting flat on the glass tabletop. She took a glimpse at the coin. Stunned, she dropped her precious book and ran out of the study yelling and screaming at the top of her lungs. Mrs Williams, came towards her; her grey hair swaying from side to side behind her as she ran. Although Mrs Williams had no magical powers whatsoever, she was still a magnificent cook and housewife that dropped everything to see if Martha was ok.
‘Darling, are you alright,’ Mrs Williams proclaimed, ‘Why are you yelling and running?’
‘The coin. It’s stopped. On heads,’ Martha cried.
‘It’s alright, I’ve been preparing for this day for a long time. Get your master, we need to leave now.’
Martha ran through the large house, up and down floors through many unexplored rooms. As she came up towards a big, white wooden door she heard an enormous bang from downstairs. She ran down to see what had happened. She smelt smoke and blood. Lots of it. Martha ran and found her master; his long, wrinkled limbs lying in a pool of blood. Wet, salty tears poured down from Martha's smooth, 12-year-old skin. As she ran further she found Law Knotley standing with a grim look on his face. Before she could think, he cast a spell at her. She ducked. Out of her pocket, she quickly pulled a leftover detonation cube from her classes yesterday. She threw but it missed, sparking an explosion behind him. She had one last shot. A missed aim and she was done for. With an inferno stick gripped in her hand she aimed and shot. Perfect. Law Knotley was no more. In his place, a magical fire was ablaze. Mrs Williams ran towards her, enveloping Martha in her arms. She was safe.
Word Count- 519
After quickly scoffing down a bowl of porridge that seemed as hot as the sun, she made a quick dash along the dark oak floors into the study. While walking she took a quick glance at the many books along the white walls of the spacious room. Many she had read, filled with magic techniques, history and the occasional book about the summoning of a demon or djinni. Other shelves were filled with magical objects and artefacts Alfred had collected in his many battles and journeys. She grabbed a tattered, leather book and she was on her way towards the back of the room.
Just as she came up towards her masters large, wooden desk she took a sudden step back. The large, bronze coin that had been spinning for the last 8 months on top of the desk was sitting flat on the glass tabletop. She took a glimpse at the coin. Stunned, she dropped her precious book and ran out of the study yelling and screaming at the top of her lungs. Mrs Williams, came towards her; her grey hair swaying from side to side behind her as she ran. Although Mrs Williams had no magical powers whatsoever, she was still a magnificent cook and housewife that dropped everything to see if Martha was ok.
‘Darling, are you alright,’ Mrs Williams proclaimed, ‘Why are you yelling and running?’
‘The coin. It’s stopped. On heads,’ Martha cried.
‘It’s alright, I’ve been preparing for this day for a long time. Get your master, we need to leave now.’
Martha ran through the large house, up and down floors through many unexplored rooms. As she came up towards a big, white wooden door she heard an enormous bang from downstairs. She ran down to see what had happened. She smelt smoke and blood. Lots of it. Martha ran and found her master; his long, wrinkled limbs lying in a pool of blood. Wet, salty tears poured down from Martha's smooth, 12-year-old skin. As she ran further she found Law Knotley standing with a grim look on his face. Before she could think, he cast a spell at her. She ducked. Out of her pocket, she quickly pulled a leftover detonation cube from her classes yesterday. She threw but it missed, sparking an explosion behind him. She had one last shot. A missed aim and she was done for. With an inferno stick gripped in her hand she aimed and shot. Perfect. Law Knotley was no more. In his place, a magical fire was ablaze. Mrs Williams ran towards her, enveloping Martha in her arms. She was safe.
Word Count- 519