Prologue

“Master Zion! The crystal ball is glowing! Maybe we will receive an oracle or vision,” A mage with shiny blonde hair busted in the Archmage’s office.

Zion sighed, “Isabella! What have I told you about knocking, and what is it about the crystal ball glowing?”

“The crystal at the top of the tower has started glowing. You and the Elders need to see what it has to tell us!” Isabella spat out.

It had been centuries since the Magic Tower had received an oracle from the crystal ball. All the mages present in the tower stopped what they were doing and rushed to the top of the tower. They were excited to have the chance to see the crystal ball glowing. This was a once in a lifetime experience.

Zion rose up from his seat, “Go and let the Elders know to come to the top of the tower. Tell them that it is an urgent matter, and they should be present.”

Isabella nodded and rushed through the tower finding the elders and telling them to head to the top of the tower. Once all of the elders had been informed, Isabella grabs her cloak and raced to the top of the tower. She is curious about what the crystal ball wants to tell them. When she reaches the top of the tower, she makes sure to put on her cloak. Isabella makes sure to cover her face with the hood. Carefully Isabella makes sure all of her hair is inside of her cloak. She stops at a mirror to make sure that no hair is visible. Once she reaches the top of the tower, the Archmage and the elders are near the crystal ball. The mages who had came to see the crystal ball, stood on the platform behind the elders and Archmage. Isabella joins the commotion and watches the crystal ball carefully.

Zion and the Elders began chanting some words then the white crystal ball turned blue, then green, then red. Murmurs erupted between the mages on the platform. They all notice the change in expressions on the Archmage and Elders’ faces.

Zion turned the mages, “We have received an oracle. This country will prosper in future years when a great mage and genius will be born. Although this country seems to have a bright future, there also seems to be a dark one following it. We don’t know the exact details, so for now you all get back to work. This matter will be discussed later. I would also like to see Isabella. Be sure to come down to my office.”

Everyone disappointed headed back down to the lower levels of the tower. The Elders and Zion, talked near the crystal for a while before heading down themselves. Isabella discreetly went to Zion’s office. ‘Am I in trouble from earlier?’ She wondered. She sat anxiously in his office until he entered with the Elders tailing him. Isabella quickly got up, bowed and greeted the elders.

“Hopefully you didn’t wait to long Isabella?” Zion rubbed the back of his neck as he sat as his desk.

“Not to long. Now Master Zion, what is it that you wanted to see me for?” Isabella inquired nervously.

“Have a seat Isabella. As you know, we got an oracle from the crystal ball. A great mage and genius is to be born into the kingdom of Cotia. We don't know exactly where in Cotia though. This person would bring great glory to our country of Ostia,” Zion began.

“That’s great news!,” Isabella responded, “But why did your expression turn dark if it is such great news? Also, what does it have to do with me?”

“Isabella, the crystal told us that the dark future for our country is a war. We don’t know how far in the future, but the outcome will be bad for us,” One of the four Elders spoke.

Another Elder continued, “But we do know that this genius person will go to the Academy here in the capital. So we will be sending you there to be a teacher for the students who have the ability to control and possess magic. This way we will be able to pinpoint who the person that the oracle is talking about.”

“So you want me to go to the academy and become a magic teacher so that we can find out who this special person is?” Isabella motioned with her hands.

“That is correct Isabella, the oracle said that we had to send the mage with golden hair to the academy. You are the only mage throughout this whole tower that has golden hair as the oracle says,” Zion explains.

The Elders take their leave, since they have business to do.

“But what about Jenny? She has blonde hair,” Isabella told Zion.

“Yes Jenny has blonde hair, but her hair is paler compared to yours. Yours looks more like gold Isabella. Please go to the Academy to teach magic. They have been asking us for a mage since the academy has recently opened,” Zion pleaded with her.

Isabella sighed she really didn’t have a choice, “Alright I will go. Let me get my bags packed. When do I need to leave?”

Zion smiled, “Next week. So prepare anything that you will need to teach magic as well. We will supply you with more when needed.”

Determined to fulfill the oracle, she sets out on her journey the next week to the academy. What happened was now in her hands.

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