Creatures of the Night School: Book One: Return to Sender by M. Telsch-Williams

Author:M. Telsch-Williams [Telsch-Williams, M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: magic academy, humorous fantasy, magic school, funny urban fantasy, witch school, magic academy year one, magic college, paranormal college, new adult magic academy, new adult paranormal college, funny fantasy, paranormal funny, new adult magic college, new adult urban fantasy, urban fantasy
Publisher: Moondigar Press
Published: 2019-12-06T06:00:00+00:00

TWELVE

VIX WAS the first to enter the classroom the following night. She hadn't been able to sleep thinking about how she was losing the slow stream of friendship she'd finally found. Now, she fought between self-preservation and turning a tide she'd been pushing against her whole life—never admit defeat.

Flipping open her textbook, Vix found the section on Energy Manipulation.

Manipulation, it said, was based not only on a full understanding of the direction energy moved, but also on the intent to shift that direction, and the ability to do so. If one lacked in intent or ability, manipulation could not take place, no matter how much the individual tried.

The last bit, which touched on mantras, caught her eye. Turns out, it didn’t matter what someone said when performing a spell, only that the right intention was behind it. If she was determined enough, she could say ‘turkey shit’ over and over, and still manipulate energy enough to flick a light on or off. Basically, mantras were just about committing your intent externally. Giving voice to your power. All good to know.

Blanchard strolled in and snagged the spot in the very back corner of the room. That greasy jock guy just seemed to hide from everything. After him, another guy and girl Vix didn't know trickled in and gathered around Blanchard in the back.

Like a nerd, Vix kept reading. With regard to intent, not only the reason for the manipulation, but also the purity of desire to alter energy came into play. After that, ability and strength mattered just as much. A weaker person may be able to nudge energy into a new direction, while a stronger person can outright hurl energy away from them with force and speed.

The key to all energy manipulation was, of freaking course, honesty. One couldn’t cheat magic. Couldn’t lie or pretend your way around it. Energy only responded to people’s truth. If somebody lied to a million people about their magic abilities, it didn’t matter, because when actually faced with manipulating energy, all that mattered was the truth.

Sighing didn’t help clear Vix’s mind. All of the dysfunction in her life, all of the work to get her way, was nothing but lies.

Ijemma entered the room and brushed by Vix without a word, still taking her seat, however, only two stools away.

“Hey,” Vix began, “I just want to say . . .”

But she never looked at her, not even a slight head tip her way to show she was even listening.

Honestly, it stung.

No, it didn't sting. It hacked her into pieces, boiled off the skin, and disposed of her bones in a dumpster behind the nearest fast food restaurant, Greasy Chicken Chicken Bites.

When Takon arrived and scooted in beside Ijemma without a word to Vix, a hollow sensation, like gouging out her heart and pitching it into a fire, took over.

She whispered, low, sincere, “I'm sorry, guys.”

Ijemma didn't even turn her way as she replied. “That's the thing, I don't think you are. I think you're a very lonely person who needs this place and us more than you care to believe.

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