Astrid Skillingstad
Stories (3/0)
The Power
The day had come. Nyah would finally become a magician. Or at least placed in one of the magical clans to train. She had waited for her key for weeks and had just been about to give up hope when one day the rusty, old key laid there on her doormat. The delay in the key’s arrival had caused her to have all kinds of emotions and she had started questioning herself. Could she be the black sheep of the family? The one without any magic in her soul? Relief had coursed through her when she saw the key followed by excitement and a little nausea. Attached to it had been a brown note stating only a time and a place but Nyah knew what it was. It was her invitation to the room with the hundred doors. The test that would place her in one of the nine magical clans.
By Astrid Skillingstad3 years ago in Futurism
The moment
She took the last of her coffee in one big gulp and sighed. It felt like she had been sitting there for hours, achieving nothing. Her brain would just not cooperate and she had an assignment due next week. It might seem like a long time, but she hadn’t even started yet. Her parents had spent all their savings for her to go to college, so she couldn’t afford to mess this up. On one hand she felt a strong obligation towards her parents. On the other hand, she felt like the course had been a big mistake. Maybe a little break would help with her motivation. She picked up her phone and mindlessly started scrolling through all of her social media apps. If her assignment had been to spend x number of hours on the phone, she would have aced it. Another sigh.
By Astrid Skillingstad3 years ago in Humans