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Cinder Ella

How long had it been since she had seen the outside world? All she knew was the inside of her father’s castle, well at least in the last ten years. Most of that time the woman spent in the dungeons, only being let out to clean the castle that her step mother and step sisters now ruled over. The three made her life a living hell. Every day she was let out of her shackles to clean. Her cruel sisters would blast her body with spells to make her scream. Constantly, pain wracked her body only matched by the way the woman felt like dirt. She was not allowed any help through her daily cleaning routine. Although, when her sisters and mother were busy with other matters of the state, she summoned animals to help her finish her chores. This gave her time to rest and to catch up on reading. Today was not one of those days. Today they had shackled her particularly tight and had thrown the usually cinders into her eyes. They called her Cinder, not even addressing her by her real name.

Cinder was fading in and out of consciousness. Someone stood in front of her; a person she swore was glowing with light. She shook her head thinking it was only a hallucination from the lack of food.

Then the figure talked, “Ella, daughter of the king of the land of Gaul, a place bathed in sunlight and blessed with the rich soil of volcano. You have suffered greatly these past ten years. The injustice you have suffered is incalculable, but it was not without purpose. Unknown to you, you have been building up strength to take back your kingdom. Your father had a noble heart and that same heart beats in you.”

Finding her voice, the princess responded, “Who… who are you?” Her eyes could now focus on the stranger. She wore a long pink dress embroidered with flames as a red veil lay over their head. Around her neck she wore a golden necklace embedded with a Ruby in its center. The red head had a sweet smile and lovely complexion as warmth seemed to radiate from her.

“My name is Hestia, goddess of hearth, architecture, domesticity, and fire. I was a virgin for many a century until meeting your father. He was such a kind man, taking me into his home without seeking anything in return after I was injured by a chimera. He intended to my wounds and listened to the advice I gave him about his castle. I felt so warm around him. This filled my being until I decided to no longer contain it. That was how you were born. The only reason I left was due to an urgent matter on Mount Olympus. When it had passed, and I had finally returned, your father had been enchanted by your stepmother before being killed by her.”

A tear fell on the goddess’ face before she continued. “I sought advice from an oracle in the far-off region of China in the territory owned by the Shang. She revealed to me the only way to defeat the wretched woman and her enchanted daughters. She foretold to me that my daughter would avenge the death of her father once she reached the age of nineteen. Within you has the potential to blaze a fire bright enough to snuff out your oppressors.” Her mother said as a fire lit in her hand. She floated it to her daughter’s chest as it sank within it. “Trust in the fire that burns within you my daughter. Know always that I am with you.” With that, she disappeared within a burst of flames.

As her mother vanished, the princess could hear footsteps coming down the staircase. Her vile stepmother Tremaine dressed in an expensive gown made of silk and other fine linens. Jewels adorned her fingers and the crown of the former king set upon her head.

The old bat stuck her nose up to Ella as she spoke, “Ah, if it isn’t my deceased husband’s bastard child, all full of ash upon your face. The name Cinder really suits you my dear. Now, the only reason I grace you with my presence is that you left the kitchen quite a mess the last time you cleaned. You should no better to leave specks on my dishes. So…” The cruel woman pulled from her side a cat of nines whip. “You must be punished.” Strike after strike hit the princess’ stomach as the warmth her mother’s fire began to spread. The more she was hit, the more the fire burned brighter as she felt a new surge of power. Still, her cruel stepmother did not notice as she continued her attack.

The old crow’s words soon confirmed her doom. “Your mother was nothing but a common whore. No wonder she left you to rot.” That did it. The cuffs around her wrists and ankles melted away as fire erupted from her fingertips. Tremaine scurried back like a rodent at the sight of pure power standing in front of her. The locks of hair that hung from Ella’s shoulders acted as an inferno while flowing into the air. The princess’ eyes turned into a crimson red while she stared at her abuser. Pure terror was the last feeling the stepmother felt as the blaze burned her to an unrecognizable crisp.

From the charred corpse, Ella ripped the crown from her stepmother’s head and placed it upon herself. She strode up the stairs, scorching the floor with each step. As the door opened, she was met by a host of knights that had heard the former queen’s screams. They were mystified by the sight before them, but soon brushed this off as they charged forward. These mere mortals were no match while they cooked in their own armor. Through the castle she went, cleansing it from the putridness her step mother had wrought. The men that the former queen had employed were pathetic fighters and were no match for the true ruler’s fury. The real challenges soon approached her. Her two step sisters were glowing with menacing magic and screamed like hell cats. Blast after blast they met in strength, shaking the very foundation of the castle. The duo could see they were making no ground and summoned cat-like men with glowing red eyes. Valiantly, she fought against wave after wave of these creatures; her strength never failing her. Realizing that she could not keep this up forever, she summoned a wall of flames that barricaded her from the enemy.

With great haste, Ella retreated further into the castle; stumbling across a young man named Henri. Before striking him down, he bowed to her and pleaded, “Please Princess Ella! I live to serve you and your lineage. My family, the Charmers, have served yours for generations. We were your father’s oracles and kept many secrets from the vile Tremaine. When she stuck your father down, she did the same to mine. I was forced to serve as a foot servant to the trio. I endured in the hopes that one day you would finally rise to power. Your father knew this day would come and trusted my family with this container; saying only you would be able to open it.” From the sack on his back, he pulled a large metal sphere and set it at the feet of the princess. As her hands touched the strange object, it began to glow as it opened to reveal a peculiar pair of objects. It was two glass slippers with parchment stuck between them. The princess took the latter and began to read what was inscribed upon it.

“My sweet Ella. I fear that I will be long dead before you read this and that you have suffered for my weakness. Tremaine and her twisted daughters have been enchanting me. Only for brief moments I am not under their spell and in these moments, I seek to ensure your future. The people will gladly follow you once you dispense those hags. These slippers will allow you to turn your bird friends you sang to as a child into much more magnificent creatures. I love you my daughter and even in my death, I will always be with you. Love your dad, Gentille son of Doux.”

A tear fell from Ella’s eyes as it steamed on her cheek. For years she thought she had no love but was clearly wrong. She sang an ancient song as her birds flocked together before her. Slipping into the gifts her father gave her, the princess focused on the flock as fire whirled around them. They soon changed form and size as Phoenixes now perched before her. Astonished at their transformation, she patted each of them as she turned to face her enemy again. The demon cat-men filled the hall as she made their way toward them. They mewed a twisted cry as they came slashing toward her. It was then her birds erupted behind her and tossed her oppressors against one another. Beaks tore into flesh as the twisted creatures could not stand against Ella and her forces. Hearing the howls of their minions, the two witches turned the corner to see their step sister with her own followers. Blasts of magic launched from their hands as they tried to keep the Phoenixes at bay. It was no use. Ella protected them with shields of fire as they eliminated the entirety of the cat-like horde. All that was left were the two hags.

The Phoenixes took to the air alight with fire as they whirled around their enemy. A fiery tornado formed around the witches. In vain, they attempted to escape; trying spell after spell to escape. Nothing worked. Fear overtook their being before getting struck down with a fiery sword through each of their chests. Like their mother, they were burnt beyond recognition as Ella stood over them triumphant. Henri of the prophet family of Charmers proclaimed a joyous victory, spreading the word throughout the kingdom. Soon, villagers flocked to the castle, exalting their princess with praises. She was soon made Queen of Gaul and appointed Henri her high priest, reestablishing the fallen order. They dedicated the new directive to the goddess Hestia, whose ideals of a safe home and loving family were followed for many years to come. Still, the new queen would feel unrest and would partake in many adventures to come, calling herself Cinderella.

A Closer Look

A Closer Look: The Supreme

Born only once every thousand years, a Supreme has the ability to use every class of sorcerer spells. They are discovered by the coming of age test known as the Habepert. When a Supreme comes in contact with the Rock of Affiprob the center gem will hover around them before glittering down from above them. A beautiful sight before the rugged training begins. Having the ability to do any spell comes with the workload of all other classes. Meaning, they must study under every core for a number of years. This depending on how fast the person can learn. Primary care and teaching of the individual fall under the responsibility of the head Scroll Keeper of the Mages; decided so after the Wizard’s War as an agreement between the dragons and sorcerers. With a teacher that has such big heart, many Supreme’s have had the personality of a kind soul more often than not. Those who do become rotten cause massive mayhem to the world of Magitotum. Such a perfect example is the witch Delsey. With her reign on the throne, she has wrought great pain upon the land. However, one cannot help but marvel at some of the spells she has accomplished. One of the most known is the magical scar put on the Omni Xerxes. Though he will never tell the name of the affliction, it forces him to relive past horrors at any time by the whim of the user. It also provides the spell caster to show possible futures to the victim; causing said individual to experience extreme anxiety and stress in any situation. Not much else known about this particular affliction, but it is the first seen by all in the lands of Magitotum. What else can these Supremes do? Only time will tell.

Item Inquiry

Item Inquiry: Mage’s Staff

Using their staffs, Mages can focus their magic into the physical pane. The look of these items differ from user to user. Some have it made of many items, such as a cluster of pencils, while others like a classic wooden or even a solid metal design. Whatever the case one element stays the same, at the top of the pole is a gem. This crystal is taken from the Rock of Affiprob from the sorcerer’s Habepert. Almost all their spells stem from this gem as they form shields and heal wounds. Never try to snap on of these enchanted items. When an idiot does this; a shock wave obliterates them and any around the surrounding area.

Item Inquiry

Item Inquiry: Amulet of Tawala

A small golden medallion of a cat’s face with elongated ears, its eyes glows green when it uses its powers. This object allows the wearer to control anyone who looks at it directly, among some other abilities still yet to be discovered. It was recovered after the fall of the Pharaoh Tandaa and given to the Racconto to store. The mad man attempted to control all Hadithi following the Wizard’s War. He was stopped by an alliance formed between the genies, the people of the region of Uchawi, and some rogue sorcerers from Mendaxum. They decided it was best to leave the former rulers body with his people in the region of Kunyoosha, but the medallion they needed to be sent as far away as possible.

Item Inquiry

Item Inquiry: Node Portal System

In the land of Mendaxum, a common form of traveling for sorcerers is the Node Portal System. What is this you ask? A simple design and concept, it starts with the node. A node is a circular pad with veins of magic that stem from a center gem. These are usually placed inside homes, business, and common public places. The pad resonates to a specific node stone designated by the user. The said stone is a small rock with incantations written upon it. In the center is a glowing gem that resonates to a host node. When one wants to get to the specific pad, they only have to think about their destination and use one finger to rub around the center gem in a circle. As they do this, they must touch each of the incantations written upon the stone or it will not work. A clever tool to cut down the commute time in the busy land of Mendaxum.

A Closer Look

A Closer Look: The Pass of Discidium

Over the rolling waves one faces many dangers upon the ocean known as Moana, but one of the most devious is found not within it. Between the high cliffs of Fabulum, Spiegel, and Graecia there lies a curse that strikes seafarers. This magic was place by sorcerers in Graecia in order to protect their land from a Northern invasion. The spell itself causes groups to turn on one another by using their raw emotions to bubble over. Why can this be bad? Even if the individual is mad at another for just stubbing their toe earlier, the curse can cause them to be so mad to the point of murder. An invasion force would cut themselves down without the Graecian people having to lift a sword. Terrifying to say the least, but there is one way to avoid this fate. If the group relays all their frustrations to one another before entering the pass, they will be free from the spell’s effect. However, this fact is not widely known by all leaving most travelers to perish at sea in this forsaken pass.

Confusing Concepts

Confusing Concepts: Spells

As one knows, spells are formulas, rituals, or acts used to make magic form in the physical plane. Now just from this, one can see that there are many forms that a spell can take. Usually it is associated with a spoken word to be used in a certain purpose. For example, the shaman spell known as Fomzamaw requires the user to speak the word and have a supply of stone nearby. Once the word is uttered, it forms a stone arm that the user can replace for a lost limb. This was developed during the Wizard’s War after the mages pulled out from the senseless bloodshed. On the other hand their are other spells that do not require spoken words. Strong feelings can react to the magical network and produce quite the punch. Such an instance can be found in shamans. When needing to pack a punch, they can summon a specific element, such as roots, to batter their opponents. Helpful if the user cannot for some reason use their voice. Another way a spell works is by hand signs. A common household trick meant to trap intruders but used by mischievous siblings is the Lock Switcher spell. As the name suggests, it changes the locks or handles of a door so the other is locked in the room. To activate this spell, one makes one fist above the other then switches their position. Of course these are just some examples of how to bend the complex energy known as magic. Many more still remain widely unknown in the vast world of Magitotum, thus keeping some mystery to a power that is shared by many people. The unexpected comes with the mystic and one should never expect something that is mysterious.