I liked it here, on the roof, with nothing but the moon and the eternal black of the night for company. The stars are clear, oh so clear, it's like... I don't know, to be honest. It goes to show that I still have a lot to learn before I can become the Head Mage. But it looks like I won't have much choice on the matter.
Deciding not to dwell on the upcoming darkness and confusion, I look back up to the night sky, tracing the constellations with my fingertips, out lining them against the sky, silver on black, light in the dark.
I know I'm too visible up here, "vunerable" to quote my teacher. But he doesn't know a thing. Why didn't the Head Mage choose a successor before he dissapeared? Why did he flee the castle leaving this confusion?
But now I don't know what to do. It's very likely I will be picked now, because all the other mages here are either too old, or too young. It's just me. And besides, i really don't think that I have the great power they think I have.
I stick out like a sore thumb here on the roof. Light fairies glow naturally, you see, and I know that sounds a bit over the top, but it's not. We flourish in the gaze of both the sun and the moon, and we emit that light when there is nothing else to see by. It's pretty useful, believe me. But anyway, here I am, glowing away, totally aware that if anyone wanted to find me they could, even though the reason I came up here was to escape.
"Excuse me, uh... Mage?" I turned around to see a shocked looking junior mage standing in the door way to the stairs leading down into the castle. "They've made their decision." I sighed. I knew this was going to happen.
"Is the result good for me?" I warily ask him.
"Oh yes, miss. Very good for you." was his responce. Cursing wildly, I stalk to the stairs. This has not been a good day.