Catching

Pre-prologue
Death is something common in this world. Far too common for a place of magic.

It gives me chills to write this down, but I know I must. For the good of it all. Well, not exactly. For Raven. My first love, though I wouldn’t admit it at the time.

If you are reading this, a great danger is coming. Beware, because they will destroy you. Not your physical self, but your mind. Your creativity. Your very inner core of thoughts.

It is a scary thought, but a necessary one.

So I write. Not only because of Raven, I think, but because of you. The one who thought to give this lowly tome a chance.

I applaud you for your courage. You will need it.

PROLOGUE
”Zen,” she whispers. “Zen!”

But there is nothing left. Zen is only a tool of the enemy now. Nothing more, nothing less. Exactly what they want her to be. She knows it. So despite her pain and sadness at the loss of a good friend, she goes on.

She knows that they must stop this. Even if outside, in the city, everything is bustling and happy, exactly how it always been.

But here, in the depths of the Inner, something is amiss. And they, the ones who cause this, will soon take over this beautiful city of magic.

But not yet. She still has a chance.

But not for very long.

ONE
Exams at the Wizardry Justice Law School (aka WJLS) are hard. Even at only Year Three of thirteen years. I was barely making it, even though I was pretty smart. Not as smart as Raven.

I force myself away from dreams about Raven and back to my issues at the moment. I was going to fail out this year. I knew it. I knew it with everything I had, and that’s a lot, because PredictionFeeling was my best grade at UWS (University of Wizard Studies), so my Feelings were usually right.

WJLS was extremely hard to get into, which meant everyone else had good PredictionFeeling, too. Which meant everyone knew who was going to fail or pass, so finals were really stressful. I still studied a lot. FutureSpects change a lot, so I hadn’t given up hope yet.

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