Wiggin Academy and the Forbidden Curse

“Mako let’s go,” said Penelope beckoning Mako with her hand. With no other choice Mako quickly went to her friend’s side. They all started to form a line behind an older student who guided them through a long tunnel, that had small globe-lanterns hanging in a zig-zag pattern on the ceiling of the castle hall, the girl who wore the name-tag that says Prefect spoke loud and clear for all the new students to hear.

“Hi guys, I’m Laurel Primrose,” she said with a bright easy smile. “I’m in my third year and I will be your prefect. So, what you need to keep in mind is to be very careful when finding your dormitory, and to make sure to never get lost, otherwise it can be difficult to find your way back-” the students couldn’t help but listen to her grim warning that seemed like their foreseeable future when classes would begin- “and as long as you follow the rules you won’t get in trouble.”

Their prefect seemed awfully cheerful for someone who was stuck showing first years around the school campus. “Primrose,” Mako mumbled after remembering the girl’s loud introduction. “Is that your sister?” She asked Penelope.

She nodded casually before answering. “Yeah, she always was the perfect one,” Penelope shrugged. “No one was surprised when she was chosen to be a prefect.”

Now that she realized their siblings, Mako was amazed at their resemblance, they looked identical with their pin-straight blonde hair and gentle round green eyes, except Laurel was much taller.

“Since we’re all Water users,” Laurel announced. “Can everyone touch the wall on their left for me.”

They all did; except Mako, and suddenly small symbols began to flicker on the stone-cold wall. Mako and the rest of the students were taken aback when they saw upside-down triangles beginning to glow a faint blue.

Laurel’s voice caught their attention again. “This symbol will appear every time you need to find your way back to your quarters. It’s the same for the others but different symbols.”

Mako was familiar with the four symbols of the elemental magic but she didn’t know what hers was and never expected to find out because no one knew themselves.

They all followed the upside-down triangle, passing two tunnels and up three sets of stairs, by the end of it some kids almost collapsed, when suddenly their ear’s perked and all their attention was caught on a very familiar sound, usually that sound was near mountains or islands and looking around there were no windows to the outside of the castle, so where was the loud crashing sound of waves coming from? Laurel led the way up the final steps when their silent curiosity was answered. The sound belonged to a door.

They reached a door that had a huge wave roaring in it, literally. “You need to walk through it kids, it’s the only way in and out of the dormitory,” said Laurel, while chuckling at their gaping mouths because she knew everyone was too terrified to even go near it. All of the student’s heads turned to one another looking for a willing volunteer to be brave enough to pass the doom that stood in front of them.

The waves proudly waited for one of them to conquer it, when suddenly, Penelope let out a ringing battle cry before sprinting into the bright waves alarming from her fellow classmates- Mako was barely holding back her laughter when everyone flinched back on seeing Penelope’s head pop through the portal with a wide grin across her rosy lips, she had reassured everyone wordlessly it was just a magic portal connecting to the Water user’s dormitory, and not the hurricane of doom. So, eventually everyone jumped through the portal to see what laid beyond the crashing waves, until Mako realized she stood alone.

Her friend came out of the portal. “Come on Mako,” said Penelope. “It’s not real.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” Mako whispered before she walked towards the door. She extended her hand near the crashing waves, and had her suspicions proved right when the portal closed freezing the waves to resemble a painting and her hand was electrocuted away.

Laurel gasped. “What the hell,” she said. “Are you not a Water user?”

“No,” Mako admitted while shacking off the tingling sensation that began at the tips of her trembling fingers and shot straight up her shoulder- like fierce lightening that cuts through the heavy clouds on a stormy night. Penelope quickly jumped to the rescue and explained to her older sister how Mako was the only Black smoke user this year.

“Alright.” Laurel pinched the bridge of her nose like she was contemplating what to do next. “Let me go get the Head of the Water Department.”

Mako slumped back on the hard wall waiting to be sent to some spare room like an outsider.