Here it is, the moment of truth. This majestic building always gets to me; I’ve visited and toured every inch of this place so many times. I have memorized every hallway, know every door. My dream school, the crème de la crème of all wizardry schools. Today’s visit, though, is different. I’m about to face my fate, and every time I think about it, I get sick to my stomach. The entrance exam is infamous, a challenge of one’s magic and a test of one’s character. I have been working so hard to get here and I will not let all my hard work go to waste. I will take any task they give me and impress them to the highest degree, and I will stomp on anyone who will try to get in my way.
Here I am shrouded in my mystic vestment and consumed by the charm of this transcendent place, nervous and excited. It feels like the eye balls on the hanged portrayed pictures follow me as I walk the corridors then through the divine library to the recruiting chamber of this magnificent wizard academy. The scent of ancient books whiff my face and a wave of enchantment goes through my chest as I enter. My heart-throbs ring louder than fighting swords as my eyes shelter the circle of strangers and highly advanced wizards along with the headmaster. Myself! My dream! And books… My holy trinity. “Who are they to judge me?” I thought to myself as I examined every line in their faces. In humility I swallowed my pride knowing this place will flourish my magic.
The headmaster’s office is at the end of the East Hall. The large doors creak open on their own and I lay my eyes on a beautiful room. Morning light sparkles off of magical trinkets lining the walls. I see crystal balls, ornate swords, delicate boxes made of rubies and emeralds. And there he is, the headmaster. I am in front of a legend, and am completely star struck. So much that I cannot even look at him in the eyes until he starts to greet us. “Hello everyone, it’s always exciting to meet new potential students!” wait, what? New students? Does this mean we are not accepted yet? Everyone has the same shocked expression. He looks down, smirks and looks right at us. His gaze looks like he’s looking at all of us individually, oh the presence he has. “You are not all students yet, you have one final task. Or should I say spell. All of you have to construct a beautiful poetic spell. The more beautiful the lines you speak and portray in a magic spell, the better chance you have to get in.” He pauses takes a step forward and continues, “This is not a test of only your magic ability, but we are also testing your imagination and creativity.”
Creativity and imagination, I got this in the bag, I thought to myself. Then started to quickly and instinctively revise, shuffle and scramble the spells I know in my head:
“Ashes to ashes serenity to dust, fire to spire severity to lust!” But the baby phoenix is a disappointment to see, I yet need to learn how to summon the real legendary one.
“Gloomy golem of the solstice solace, unfix and hex this person!” Maybe I should cast it on this faceless manipulator, which would be the headmaster, to temporary turn him to a toad.
What else? Umm, “Children of the lost soul, hear my call!” Perhaps I need use this casting mojo right now to give me clear vision in times of trouble.
The children have whispered; your true rival is yourself followed by the last person to enter this room. She was a girl… I looked at her and wondered; how strong is her magic and what spells can she cast?
He’s giving more quantity than quality, I know what the headmaster wants, and I don’t think throwing all these random spells with no literary creativity is going to be in his favor. He asked us to have something lyrical and poetic, and I will give him something he will never forget. (Spell and what it does) I impress everyone with haiku, simple and sweet. Less is always more, especially with magic. The rest of the potential students all give their best and I’m left scared, not knowing who is staying and who is leaving. The headmaster stops us and finally says, “I am very impressed, and have come up with a decision.” Then, he gives us the surprise of our lives. “Everyone here was accepted all along. The reason for this is to show you all that in order to be in this school, you learn from other. You are a family…”
With absolute joy everyone fixated their eyes on the headmaster, I in the other hand flipped my wand between my fingers and thought to myself: Family we are, yes! But competitiveness is cascading the air. Some may not appreciate our spells but in unity the true magic of every wizard in here lies deep inside our eyes, the gate to our souls. Because once you ogle inside the obsidian eyes…the fall goes deeper than the rabbit hole. You will find inside a wonderland with glittering sand. You will walk through snowy deadwood and find antiquated maps leading to tombs of sadness buried underneath the underworld and tunnels leading to happiness bigger than life itself. And at the deepest core of it you will read our wizardry magic in a written piece presented to THIS wizard academy.