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Indroduction Part I - Jessica

The Great Palace, Malai, Arefuy.

I ran out of the room, out of the castle, bawling my eyes out. “Jessica Alyssa fa Laure. A perfect name for a beautiful princess!”…grr! I’d never have any worth but to be served on and marry some prince when I was eighteen. That’s what we all were for, right? Marriage and money. All marriage and money were were two ridiculous parts of life. I would never, in all of my life, short as it might be, pursue either marriage or money. Of course, most people say that I never would want marriage because it will be forced upon me, or money because I have more then most people.
Anyways, the reason why I ran outside crying was because I had just been tested for magic, as all fourteen years olds in the nation of Arefuy were. Arefuy, Arefuy. I hated the name of my nation. Well, right now, I hated everything – the gentle breeze and the trumpet’s call. Most provinces in Arefuy tested for two or three magics. Malai, my province, tested for the most common three – Plant, Animal, and Charm. I guess maybe I should’ve paid attention to the lecture we were given before the testing. But no, I was too busy daydreaming about things like travel, and what my best friend Aerah and I were going to do when I was done with all this. I did hear bits and pieces of the lecture, like “…not accurate if magic is advanced…” and “…Princess Jessica, would you go first?…”. Ugh. What made matters worse is that they decided to do the testing in the Royal Zoo, in my home, the palace! So I couldn’t exactly run home when I was declined. I had to run outside. And speaking of home, maybe I could sneak up to my room. Or should, even, as people are finishing about every ten minutes or so. I stood up and walked gingerly to my room, scared to death that somebody, anybody from one of my maidservants to a common ‘towns teen’, would ask me how the testing went.
The architecture in the palace was remarkable. Most of the palace was carved in marble, for the Queen, my mother, had much appreciation for the elfish ways, although elves were no more than an almost lost legend. I, personally, loved the elven lore and architecture. Flowery designs were carved in many places, and one of the most magnificent works was the Royal Staircase. When I was about eight, I had tried sliding down it and, due to the almost unique design and to the vines, I fell off and broke my arm. Never again did I slide down the banister. The staircase, carved by many extremely talented artisans, was formed from a white and green marble, which name I could never remember. It was shaped as a normal staircase, but if you really study it a bit, you’ll see the vines carved around the rail, with occasional blossoming along the way. At the top of the rail on one side was a reigning jaguar, and on the other it’s mate. Down the entire staircase you can see carvings of their cubs peeking out from here or there. One of my particular favorites is a little one about half way up. She’s on her hind legs with one front paw on a pole, and the other in the air as if preparing to bat at one of the flowers. The jaguars look so lifelike; it never has surprised me that the staircase is that of an elven design. Even at a time like right now, I could not help but to gaze upon the glory of the staircase before heading up it.
I followed the vine covered rail to my room. I loved my room nearly if not as much as I loved the staircase. It was so tranquil and understanding, if a room could be that way. The walls were painted as an autumn scene by a lake, almost around sunset. The golden lake looked so realistic that sometimes I could swear that it was real. My whole room was in a shadow of auburn all year round. I lied down on my sleek autumn toned bed. Gazing around my room to avoid anymore waterworks, I spotted my window seat and went to it. I sat on the copper cushion and picked up a journal that Aerah and I shared.
An escaped tear reached my mouth, and the salt taste told me that perhaps I should crack a window. And open the window I did. My older sister Marcia playing her flute outside somewhere, and her melodious talent flew on the ocean wind to my ears. Marcia’s gift started me on the testing again, but it would do me well to remember that Marcia had failed testing in Malai too, and was sent to a special university for two years until she and a magic tutor returned here. But it was so hard to remember, I was only three or four at the time she left. Now Marcia was twenty five and married to Richard, who didn’t marry her for her money, status, or even her long chocolate hair and star smile. Richard loved Marcia, and Marcia had been lucky. I would never be as lucky as my sister had been when it came to marriage. Here I go again, thinking about marriage when it was the last thing I wanted in the entire world. Lucky Marcia had already traveled Arefuy and she was less then double my age. I picked up Aerah and my journal and opened to the nearest available page and wrote:

The Second of October, in the Seventh Year of the Fourth Coming

          Hi Aerah,

          You’d never guess where I just came from. Well, I guess you can, you should be there right now. Oh, but Aerah! Those testers! Those horrible testers! They declined me Aerah! They told me I was nothing more then a Princess. I hate being a Princess sometimes Aerah, I really do. I guess you know how it goes, but I want to tell you anyway. The Animal testing, did they make you speak to a white tailed deer in its language? They made me and it was ridiculous! I have never spoken to a deer, and I don’t wish to again. And the Planting, oh, I really wish I had paid attention during the instructions to that as well as the Charming! And Charming is a concept I’ll never understand. I’ve gone and made such a fool of myself!
          I hear Marcia in the distance and I’m extremely jealous. Her flute playing has gotten so far since she started, but I can barely remember that. And you should hear her singing, too. It’s that of an angels!
Oh Aerah, I hope that you do so much better than I did! I wish we hadn’t discussed all about going to the Cape of Death and scooping it out again. I wish I had paid attention to everything! And the Cape of Death, remember how well it suits it’s name? Last time I went down there, and got that glass bauble, I nearly got killed leaving. Of course, I still have the glass bauble, it’s sitting less than five yards away from me and is glowing a subtle purple.

From the Heart of Malai,
Princess Jessica Alyssa Ashleigh Carmen Erica Victoria fa Laure
Or, just plain Jessie

I put down my quill in time to hear the buzzer on my door. I pressed the speak button on my personal speaker, “Unless you’re my best friend in the whole wide world or have good news, I suggest you stay out.”
“Jessie, it’s Aerah.” The soft voice of Aerah Marcheal floated through the speaker, and I unlocked the door.
“Hi.” I said, “How’d it go?”
“I’m a Charm Magess, and I start in forty minutes.”
“Oh. Congratulations.” I smiled as best I could and I handed her the journal, “Hey, I wrote to you.”
“Thanks.” Aerah smiled and took the journal from me, “Listen, I have to go and get ready, but I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Yeah, see you around.” I walked Aerah to the door of my room and as I did I could already feel somebody pulling apart the puzzle of our friendship that had taken so long to put all the pieces into.
I sat back down on my bed and let the calm breeze play through my muddy and rust streaked hair. I couldn’t help but to allow tears to stream down from my stormy eyes. Someday, hopefully soon, my eyes would be back to their normal rustic blue color, but today, these tears that had been bottled up inside my heart deserved to fall.

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