Struck by lightning.
My eyes change.
My hair changes.
A scar appears on the side of my face.
And a man appears, hands me a magical staff, and tells me I’m the only chance his Academy has to survive a war.
Huh?
Foster care sucks. There’s eight of us, and our foster mom barely keeps enough food in the house.
Since it’s summer, I’m outside almost all the time.
Then, I get caught in a storm next to the forest, and somehow get knocked out.
I regain consciousness in the hospital, with four doctors leaning over me, looking at me like I’m an alien specimen. WTH?
They ask me if my eyes were always this bright green. No, they’re brown, I insist.
They point to something on my cheek. They point to my hair. They ask if it was always like this? Like what? I sputter, as they bring me a mirror.
That night, the hospital loses power, and an old man with magical staff walks into my room.
He tells me that the war in the Paranormal Realm, from which I was kidnapped fifteen years ago, has spiraled out of control. He says I’m the long-lost heir to the Thician Throne, and that I’m badly needed there: that only my royal paranormal powers can defend the Academy.
What Academy? I ask.
The Royal Forest Academy, he replies. Then he hands me his staff, and disappears in the blink of an eye.
WTF?!
