The Dragon King's Little Witch

CHAPTER ONE

Hazel’s POV

Today was a new day, I thought. I tore off my bedsheets and stood up for another day at the Red Magic Academy.

It was the first day of my sophomore year at the college. Last year was difficult, to say the least, but this year would be different. I had struggled to make friends last year, but this year I was very hopeful that I would make some.

I poured myself some tea and began to get ready for work. I worked in the school library most weekends.

I stood in the mirror and dressed myself in the school uniform. It was navy blue with long, grossly oppressive knee high socks, and a blazer. I brushed through my long jet black hair and added some mascara to my blue eyes.

I stared at myself in the mirror. Over the summer I was obsessed over my appearance, I grew my hair out longer, applied serum to make my eyelashes darker, and learned to do my makeup.

I decided to put on a bold, blood red lip. I had seen all of the popular witches wear it, and I decided that this year, I would do it too. I was a very weak witch compared to most of the others at the Academy, but with this makeup and new look, I was just as pretty as them.

“Wow Hazel, you look amazing!” My roommate said. My roommate Hannah was a popular witch. She was very powerful and my parents were friends with her parents, they had asked her to room with me out of pity. I didn’t mind though, Hannah was very nice to me and never made me feel bad about my weaker powers.

“Do you really think so?” I asked her.

“Um yeah? You’re unrecognizable, my friends asked me if I had switched my roommate.” She told me.

Did I really look that different? I wondered.

“My only advice, lose the glasses.” She said to me, grabbing her purse to head out for the day.

“My vision is horrible.” I said to her with a nervous laugh.

“So do a spell for it.” She said simply.

“You can do that?” I asked her. Hannah laughed.

“Of course I can, some of my friends do it. Here, I’ll do it for you today.” She said, taking off my glasses and performing a simple spell. I removed my glasses.

“Wow, my vision is better than before!” I said to her, Hannah smiled.

“This year people will notice you, just fake your confidence, they will accept you as a lower magic student if you are confident.” She said at the door.

“Thank you Hannah.” I said, blushing with the compliments. No one ever complimented me.

“See you later, bye!” She said, closing the dorm door behind her.

People at the Academy didn’t take me very seriously, and last year I had been subjected to a fair amount of bullying and name calling. But I always remained positive and optimistic, I had to. Hannah was friends with some of the students who weren’t so nice to me but she always defended me when she was around.

“This year will be different.” I reaffirmed myself in the mirror with a smile.

I walked through the campus from my dorms to my favorite place on earth, the Red Magic Academy’s library. The Academy itself was very beautiful, but the library was something else.

The library was untouched and beautiful. Gothic architecture and sixty foot arched windows decorated it in my favorite dark light. It was here that books lived, and the outside world with all its problems was fully shut out.

The Red Magic Academy was home to some of the most prestigious students in the dimension. We all lived in Middle Earth, which was an abundant world of magic. Faeries, werewolves, vampires, monsters, every creature imaginable was here. As well as every evil monster, but we didn’t have evil monsters at our school.

The prestigious magic students hardly spent any time in the library, and especially not on a Saturday. No, the popular students’ were out in the world doing more important things, like performing spells, hunting, socializing, all fun and important things far away from these boring old books. Only the Academy's loners were here on a Saturday.

I, however, loved the boring old books. My magic powers were never really my strong suit, as I could only perform simple healing magic, but my brains and love for reading were infinite. I had read nearly every book I could get my hands on, history, philosophy, magic, you name it.

I began working at the library last semester because I had spent so much time in it. I spent more time in the library than out in the real world. The other librarians loved me and offered me a job, and the occasional social advice.

“Hazel.” My boss, the chief librarian, said to me, She warmly smiled at me and called me over to her desk.

“Yes, Miss Pomfrey.” I said back to her. Miss Pomfrey had employed me, she was a wonderful older woman with an even bigger love for reading than me.

Miss Pomfrey began explaining to me the reorganization structure of the second floor's back section. I tried to listen to her but a new group of students entering the library distracted me.

They were loud and obnoxious, so of course the popular kids. In a school of Magic and freakish monsters you would think there wouldn’t be a typical college hierarchy, but there was. In fact, maybe even worse than the typical human world.

The popular kids were all ridiculously beautiful, powerfull, and social. They were considered the upper magic students, meaning they were, by the schools ranking, better than the lower magic students.

There were about a hundred of them total in a school of five hundred students. They were sirens, faeries, vampires, werewolves, and witches. Only a small handful stood in the library now. The sophomores, the ones in my grade. They had all found each other freshman year and now ruled the school. They always traveled together and threw the best parties, or so I heard.

Normally I wouldn’t care about this group, but for the last year I had developed an insatiable crush on the elitist packs leader.

Christain Quinn.

The Magician Prince.

Christain was the most popular boy at the university, and it was easy to see why. His eyes were bright blue, hair bright blonde, and he was very tall and handsome. I had watched him from afar all last year because, of course, he was incredibly smart and talented as well as charming.

“Hazel?” Miss Pomfrey repeated, I hadn’t realized that I had physically turned my head away from her. I was nearly drooling over the Magician Prince! I had completely forgotten about what she was saying.

“Yes, sorry, can you repeat that?” I asked her, Miss Pomfrey smirked at me and flicked her eyes towards the young Magician Princeg.

“He’s quite handsome, right?” She asked me, my cheeks flared.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know him.” I said to her in embarrassment.

“That blonde hair, Quinn. Oh look, he’s coming over.” She said casually.

“Miss Pomfrey! Don’t joke like that!” I scolded her, panicked and was mortified enough.

“Hello?” A warm voice said from behind me.