Micro Fiction

With how gorgeous Elian was, Delaney expected him to be a jerk.

But he wasn’t.

He was kind. A bit naïve. But genuine.

Adria and the senior dark mages were going to devour him.

Delaney didn’t know what she’d expected, but she hadn’t expected Elian.

He was tall, blonde, blue-eyed.

And gorgeous.

He looked like he had just stepped out of a Disney special.

And he was not a dark mage, no matter what the headmaster said.

There was a new kid.

The news flew through The Academy faster than it took a senior dark mage to wipe out a town.

How could there possibly be a new kid when every mage was already attending The Academy?

Delaney intended to find out.

It was the week before midterms, and Nisha tossed Delaney a package.

Delaney was the only one to get one. Again.

“Another baby blanket?” Adria sneered.

Delaney opened the package and found a scarf her mother had knitted for her, a slew of snacks to get her through exams, and note from her parents wishing her luck and reminding her how much they loved her.

The other kids teased her, but Delaney knew how jealous they were.

There were only a few hundred mages in the entire world.

And all of them were educated at The Academy.

But Delaney’s parents hadn’t known that, just as they hadn’t known there were mages.

Still didn’t.

And it had taken the headmaster a great deal to persuade her parents to allow her to attend.

Delaney’s parents didn’t know she was a mage.

Nor did they know The Academy specialized in training mages.

Mages had gone into hiding after the Catholic church had started executing “witches” hundreds of years ago.

Not that they managed to kill any mages, and Delaney didn’t want to image the carnage the death mages had brought.

She often wondered who the death mage was that had walked silently behind Martin Luther.