The land of Realm is in danger of War: The Varashi are on a murderous rampage across the land, devouring and slaughtering all who oppose or get in the way.
A Seer has foretold that 5 young people will venture forth to stop this savagery and prevent the war from happening. The Mycarians have chosen Tabitha for Magik and Hercules for Strength, while the Nex have chosen Medi-san for Healing and Yumi-chan for Stealth. The other is Yami-san, the mysterious boy from Nowhyre who holds the 'Key'.
A Quick History Lesson
â€œTabithaâ€ Mrs. Cot smiled at the girl. â€œCan you tell me a valuable piece of knowledge about our history?â€
Tabitha froze. â€œU-uhâ€¦ umâ€¦ I guess--â€
â€œYou guess?â€ the older woman snapped. â€œWell then, out with it.â€
â€œW-wellâ€¦ Magik was born in, uh, Maraâ€¦?â€
Mrs. Cot raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. â€œMora. Tabitha. Nowâ€¦â€
Tabitha breathed a sigh of relief as Mrs. Cot went on with the lesson. Not long, Tabitha thought, smiling. Then, I can eat all I want! Her wish was sooner answered than she thought as the bell tolled for lunch. As usual, Tabitha was packed and out the door faster than a speeding Nex. And, as usual, she was first in line for lunch and getting the very best from Lady Cathrine.
â€œEverything, Lady Cat!â€ Tabitha grinned, holding her tray up.
Lady Cathrine laughed. â€œAh, Tabitha, you are always a surprise~â€
Lady Cathrine piled Tabitha tray high with every single food she had at the counter. Tabitha, well satisfied, skipped off to her table to eat and chat and laugh, but something was different. When Tabitha sat down with her friend, they were quiet. In fact, the whole hall was unusually quiet. Tabitha looked around, confused and curious, before turning to Violet beside her.
â€œWhy is it so quiet?â€
Violet gave a gentle sigh. â€œWell, itâ€™s not good newsâ€¦â€
â€œThe Varashi have led a massive invasion force into our lands!â€ Piper put in, loud as possible. â€œTheyâ€™ve taken heaps of people for sacrifice!â€
â€œTheyâ€™re all evil monsters!â€ Trixie pouted.
Violet blushed angrily. She was Varashi by blood, but her family were not the savage kind that were attacking and murdering others. They had fled such things, so as to not suffer a similar fate. It was unfair for Trixie to call her a â€˜monsterâ€™ and â€˜evilâ€™. Violet got up to leave, but Tabithasâ€™ gentle hand on her arm made her pause. Tabitha look at Trixie.
â€œWhat about Vi?â€ she was firm. â€œSheâ€™s Varashi too.â€
Trixie blushed in embarrassment. â€œI-Iâ€™m sorry, Violet, I didnâ€™t mean it towards you!â€
â€œWeâ€™re not all bad.â€ Violet said, chin raised, before sitting down. â€œIn our citadel, there is a Rebellion.â€
â€œA Rebellion?â€ the trio of girls asked.
â€œYes, one our Prince has startedâ€ Violet said, looking to them with a gentle smile. â€œHe did not like the old Traditions of the Varashi, as my family do not, and so, he tried to stop it. He is banished or dead now, but a Rebellion has started in his honour!â€
Trixie and Piper were awed by Violetsâ€™ story and begged her to tell more, but Tabithasâ€™ attention had drifted to the teacher approaching the table at great speed. Mr. Masrani, teacher of Potions, was red faced and panting from his long, quick stride to reach Tabitha. He took her arm, excused himself and her, before rushing off down the corridor, Tabitha in haul.
â€œTabitha, I have grave news for you. Follow me to the Headmistress.â€
Tabitha blinked in confusion and stumbled along behind him. She had done nothing wrong, as of late, she was pretty sure of that, but looking at the stressful face of Mr. Masrani made her think again. What could make a teacher so stressed out and so hurried? She decided it hurt too much to think about and would just wait, keeping curiousity in check for the moment.
It was not long before her questions would be answer.
Mr. Masrani burst open the doors of the Headmistresses room and stomped to her desk. The woman behind the desk was gaunt with a long nose, her red hair tightly bound in a high bun, her green rimmed glasses perfectly clean. She looked up upon finishing her writing.
â€œMiss Tabitha Laurens, take a seat.â€ She sat, rather intimidated by the lady. â€œMiss Laurens, we have called you here for the purpose of a Quest.â€
â€œA Quest?â€ Tabitha raised a curious eyebrow. â€œWhat for?â€
â€œThe Royal Families of the Nex and Mycarians have requested a band of people go and help prevent a war. They have chosen you.â€
â€œIt was foretold by a Seer that 5 young people will go forth and prevent this war from coming into bloom. You, Tabitha Laurens, have been chosen as one of these people.â€
â€œIt is a big task, Tabithaâ€ Mr. Masrani finally spoke. His voice sounded soft, unlike his usual self. It made Tabitha frightened. â€œYour training will aid you, for no one, but you, can go in this instance.â€
â€œTabitha, the fate of Realm rest in your hands. May the Gods have favour on you.â€