I am awoken by the sharp chirping of birds as the dim sunlight protrudes through my window panes. I sit upright, basking in the sunrise and breathe in with a content sigh, "Ahhhhhh~ another amazing day!" I swiftly hop out of bed, filled with energy which is soon to be used throughout this adventurous day. "Where shall I travel today? Who will I meet? Will I finally find a beast that will truly test my abilities?" I button my robe over my shirt and alter my pointed hat which adorns my pastel blue hair as these thoughts race through my mind. I open my windows wide and breathe in the fresh air once again as I am warmly greeted by the medieval village I live in and love so dearly, "Another amazing day!" Not!
I physically have to shake myself awake in order to bring myself back to reality from the incredible dream I have so often. I am met with the painfully loud alarm clock next to my bed. I reluctantly turn over to swipe away the hologram fabricated by the alarm which read '06:30', silencing the noise. I continue to lay in bed, procrastinating on getting out of bed and ready for school, just like every other day... "Monotonous..." I mumble under my breath, furrowing my brows slightly. I lift my arm up, positioning my wrist at my eye level. I swipe a few times on it, until eventually clicking a button. My windows which were once tinted black become opaque, and I am... greeted (if you can call it that) with a neon blue ray rushing through my windows, invading my eyesight. "Even this early they still have their lights blazing so bright... What a waste..." I scoff at no one in particular.
Eventually, I decide to get out of bed. I groggily waddle over to my closet, once again consulting my watch to open it for me. What lies beneath are clothes garnished in bright, solid blocks of colours beaming towards me. While I don't completely hate this style since it is what I have grown up with, I still much prefer the aesthetic of older clothes, such as a witch's attire... Of course, being somewhat of a witch myself, I do have a robe and witch hat, though I prefer to keep it hidden and wear it only in private. I cast out my arm in front of me, beginning to chant, "Between realms, a Secret Door, to hold my Treasures forevermore." As the words leave my mouth, a rift forms at the end of my elongated arm. "That never gets old." I confess as a grin grows on my face. I peer my head into the tear in the air, siphoning through various objects, until I grab hold of something and pull it out.
In my hands are a witch's robe and a pointed hat, just like in my dream. I had originally found out about this rift - which I like to call my PD: Pocket Dimension - when I was around 6 years old. I was always intrigued by magic, though was often told that it was but a myth, that the only magic in this world was that from a street magician. I wasn't sure why, but I felt a strong compulsion to pursue magic further than just "street magic". This lead to me reading many books on magic theory and spells, which most people brushed off as fiction works for delusional people, however, when I tried some of the lower level spells, I was met with surprise and fulfilment - I could cast spells!
Of course, to begin with I was only able to cast low level spells such as 'Leviathan Charm', allowing me to lift small objects with my mind, or 'Light Orbs', which, as the name suggests, generated tiny spheres of magical energy, called mana, which would illuminate dark spaces. As time went on, I would hone in on these skills and venture out for more powerful new-found spells. One of these advanced spells was PD, which allowed me to have a portable vault wherever I would go. I later found out that PD was actually bound to your family members. To explain simply, if one person who uses PD were to pass away, their PD would merge with the next descendant of their family who would use PD. This is how I have been graced with the set of witch garments. My ancestors were witches! However, in order to successfully cast this spell, you are better off learning from a young age, as it gets harder as you age. This leads to many people having difficulties in recreating the spell. At least, that's what I read.
The moment I seen the robe and hat, I wore them. Due to a spell entangled within the fabric which they were made from, they fit 9-year-old me, even though they looked as though they would fit someone no younger than 18-years-old. This spell shrunk or grew the fabric according to the wearer's size. Can advanced technology do that? Didn't think so! The attire, the intrigue, the gut feeling I had... this had to be a sign for me to continue as a witch!
From that day on, I tried my hardest to brush off those around me who would mock me due to my love for magic, which was, of course, everyone... In school, I would keep to myself, ending up spending most of my hours simply casting spells to further my magic power. I know that doesn't sound like a life someone would like to live, and I can somewhat understand that thought. I mean, I would have much preferred to grow up in an era where magic was superior to all, but I guess this is enough for me for now.
I check my watch once more, stretching out my arm. A hologram forms, reading '08:17'... Crap. School starts at 08:30! I hastily throw on my clothes, making my way downstairs and outside. Once again my vision is completely masked with the overwhelming light from the surrounding buildings. I do have to admit however that they are fairly pretty, but would it really hurt them to tone down the saturated colours?! As I walk through the streets of this futuristic city that I call home, I am surrounded by a symphony of neon lights casting their vibrant glow upon the towering skyscrapers that reach towards the starlit sky. The cityscape is a breath taking tapestry of architectural marvels, each skyscraper a testament to human ingenuity and technological advancement.
