A Purple World Of Mages and Magic

Except it wasn't. Strangely he remembered this place as well, a magic school. And he was a student here, in Wiccan Academy. This was his dorm, grey walls and iron-alloyed bunk beds, like all dorms, and it was called Fort A. The boy staring into his face incredulously was Liam, his best buddy and Level mate. The memories were coming to him, freely, like afterthoughts. "You sure you're alright man? You really don't look ok to me." Liam said, sitting beside him. So what had changed?He sprang out from his bed and rushed to where he knew a large mirror would be waiting. "Lance!" Liam followed him. He observed his image in the mirror, he was still himself, brown wavy hair, beige skin and defined chin-bones. And he was wearing brown robes, with the purple belt. Nothing had changed, yet everything had changed. The only thing keeping him from freaking out, was his gratitude that he was still alive, and the fact that he was still himself, but with a memory from two lifetimes. He

It wouldn't be long before they connected the dots. "How did you know?" Lance swallowed. "Oh don't worry." Jodge waved him off. "You're not the one who disrupted the time-continuum"What? What was he saying?Lance raised a brow. "Who did?" Jodge hesitated. "Word has it someone cast a spell wrongly, but it has been rectified." Then his eyes brightened. " That's one of the reasons I love this place"Lance heaved a sigh of relief. So what had happened to him then?"Right" Lance said. "But I've not seen you before? You're new?""Yeah. Transferred from Pentagon College actually."Lance frowned. "Why? Pentagon is another good magic school , next to Wiccan.""Let's just say, their spells and magic teachings got too boring and safe for me and I had to leave. Wiccan offers more inspiring challenges as I've come to realize. I love the risks involved here, they are more dangerous...trains you to be a thorough magician."Lance nodded. "In a way I guess" "Come on, let's be friends.. I mean I

Jodge sauntered across the gravel floor on Lance's right. Liam walked at the left side, tugging his purple fabric belt tighter, the purple sky clear and ominous ahead of them. They were five minutes into their journey towards the lake. "It would have been more tolerable if they let us eat our last meals, and to our satisfaction before sentencing us to our inevitable deaths. Wiccan is yet the dumbest school I've ever seen. I mean what kinda school is after their students lives?."Frank kept at their backs, him and Glenda who was also a distance away, a solemn, brooding expression on her face. "Wiccan is actually the best. You won't know that since you haven't been to any other school yet." Jodge frowned at Liam. Liam looked at him like he was about to start an argument he knew nothing about and wouldn't like the outcome. "What did you tell Professor Trevor?" Lance whispered to Liam, deciding to intervene in the argument that was about to erupt. He would rather opt for some peace a

"Sorry Miss. Eloise, I'm trying--""Clear your mind of every worry and distraction. Empty it and Focus. Feel the fire, and let it hear your summons, your call, then channel it through with the hand gesture. "Lance tried again, and he was able to clear his head. And when he did so, the emblems surged within him and then he made the pattern as instructed. A slow movement to the right, left,then a final circular motion and the fire appeared on his fingertips. And he wanted to jump for joy. "Good." Miss. Eloise said, moving on to the next person till everyone had yellow emblems snaking away at their fingertips, some looking like blackened scarecrows on fire.He tried to keep the tiny flame alive but it kept flickering out so much that it started annoying him. Jodge who had gotten his right as well, caught Lance's gaze and gave a smug grin. Then in a flash of a moment, his fire had morphed into a small ball and he hurled it towards Lance. "What the--!" Lance exclaimed and swerved

"""""Jodge heard it too, and he had stood quietly from his seat, trying not to alert anyone and look conspicuous as he went in search of the voice. He left the back entrance to the Lyceum, reaching the small room that was divided into two hallways. One on the right led to the various Forts, and the other on the left, to the deeper parts of the Wiccan fortresses. The one on the left had grey-stone walls similar to a labyrinth and had dimly lit lamps in their sconces fixed to the wall. It interested him mostly because it was off limits to students, and he'd not being there yet. Then he heard it again. "Jodddgggee" And he shivered, in a way that felt good. The voice was faint, light, and distant,and it was coming from the hallway with grey-stones. He looked back for any chance of someone lurking around or having followed him, then he ventured into the passage. He took a torch, then thought better of it and dropped it back. The path was lit enough for him to see. On the walls w