Journal of Serenity Everto-Veneficus, the black mage.

(My first story to start my blog, a short journal style story shown through the character's eyes, Serenity. Who is a homeless runaway living on the streets of Ravnica, a world that is nothing but a city, known as a plain. (A magic the gathering fanfick) This journal, undated... tells about the girls life and bits of pieces of what she has found the time to write down in her journal in the hard world she lives in, all up until one thing is able to make her dreams come true. I hope you enjoy my little story, and for more info on character and if you are interested in joining the Rp....See Link here :http://mtgrpg.forumotion.ca/t7-alienatedallie-s-characters )

                            Serenity’s Journal

I’m not even sure who I am anymore…Who am I…?
Please… I would like to know what my purpose in life truly is. 

Am I even a person? Or just some sick experiment created by my parents….? PHHPH! PARENTS!!!? What PARENTS?!!! As far as I know…I have NONE.

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Ever since I ran away, I’ve been living out on the streets of Ravnica. I’ve travelled far from my old home were those demons raised me, far enough to barely recognize were I even am anymore. I often stay at a local library, if only they would let me sleep their though… lucky enough I have a sleeping bag. Usually if anyone dares to threaten me on these streets anyway I often let them know about my knack for black magical spells… I have stolen life from those that have  tried to touch me. I don’t hesitate… it often makes me stronger for a little while to… it even has healed me. I cherish this gift greatly. So I guess sleeping on the streets isn’t all that bad, as long as I can defend myself that is.

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I’ve noticed for the time I’ve been living in these parts..on my own and homeless. A large building that is almost castle like is shown in the distance. When I ask people they either ignore me or put me down for being on the streets, but the librarian is nice enough to me to give me the details. I was told that it’s a famous Academy for mages, she even tried to influence me In joining…she knew  I couldn’t stay at the library and she never liked me staying on the streets but she knew I had the potential to join, she even said it would give me a home and that plenty of mages live their through the school year. I would have to apply soon if I wanted to go, I still have so much money… maybe its enough to apply. I have to go their, I just have to.

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How much longer is it going to take for the Academy to recognize me?
I stop by the post office every day just to check for a letter… I don’t want to live on these streets any more, they could be anywhere looking for me right now.
I can’t bare to go back their again…not after knowing what I could of…become.
I can’t even bare to think of it!! It’s driving me mad!!!

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It’s been weeks since I sent out that letter and still I got nothing… it’s all beginning to make me so paranoid. I need to get into that school! I just have to!!!

I seem to just spend my days reading my life away anyway… it’s probably all I’ll ever do if they don’t take me in. Here I am, writing in the library now and reading about Sangromancy… I’ve read so many books on different kinds of magic now, I even go out of what I know from my heritage. Since I come from a long line of black mages…but I always wondered if I can learn other things, outside of what I was born knowing.

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Its nearly lunch time now and I haven’t eaten anything yet, I’ve barely been eating healthy at all.
Always eating at the breakfast café in the mornings and going to the only places I knew that didn’t take reservations in this gigantic city…that being only fast food and mainly living on pizza.
They wouldn’t accept a person such as myself in their fancy restaurants…

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…the librarian keeps pushing me to go to the school and contact them in person, that they haven’t seen me for what I truly am. She sais that out of all those young mages applying I was only a small percent out of the bunch… that I’m as noticeable as an ant to them right now.  She tells me she cares about me and only wants the best for me… she even got me a room in the basement of the library once she got to know and understand me well enough, she was so kind.

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I finally built up the courage to go over to that school, I tried to look as best as I could. But no matter what you could still see a sad and alone child behind it all. I never felt so nervous before, the school was even larger in person…unbelievable. When I approached the school , there was nothing but a gate…not buttons or anything to let a person in. Until I heard a voice in my head…speaking to me. Someone trying to contact me about entering the school… someone who could enter one’s mind? Was that even possible? Than again I have seen more made things in my life than one could imagine…. He allowed me in after asking my purpose and after I begged to be seen… he said they were taking no one at the moment…I guess I was just lucky.

The interview went a lot better than I expected. I even demonstrated the kind of magic I knew, even though it was destructive in many ways they allowed it…someone who was highly skilled at healing offered for my demonstration. I felt bad having to test this on him… but it was the only way.  And in the end…I was amazed what had come from it. Every mark left, inside and out was restored immediately.  They told me I had great potential as a black mage, I thanked them.

They said I would be hearing something from them soon. Was this really happening?

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The Academy finally accepted me! I never thought this day would ever come! Was I dreaming!? Her advice truly helped me, I would have to repay her somehow. She has helped me so much up until now…she took me in, gave me a place to stay and helped me develop a real future. She was a better excuse for a parent than mine ever were. She was a friend..

And now I have a real place I can call home, I will have my bedroom with books I can call my own…I’m sure the school will have a library in store as well. And a place I can finally practice new spells…I can finally learn to my full potential, I can become a true mage!

Perhaps I will meet a real friend as well, someone who I can relate to, who can make me feel just as at home. I wonder just how many people are even going to that school? There must be a ton if my chances really were that low for getting in… I cant believe I’ve been accepted!

I cannot wait for the day to come… only a few more restless nights…

All I can do is imagine the possibilities now… of the place that may possible turn my life around.

Mrs. Eruenna, I couldn’t thank you anymore than I have been right now.

Thank you.