《Small Ripples = Big Waves》Prologue
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The weather was warmer than usual in Wales. Normally winter would be marked with a veil of snow and frozen ponds. The native noted the trees with leaves still clinging to their branches and small patches of grass sprouting close to the countryside. At least spring was around the corner. However, a young mage did not notice the change in weather or time. His brown eyes were staring a slip of paper that held his name, a time and his mission.
It said, “Negi and Sage Springfield is to move to Japan. They are to teach at Mahora Academy in the year 2003. They cannot reveal their status of being mages. If they fail their mission they will be stripped of their mage licenses and be turned into ermines. This notice is effective immediately.”
The redhead scratched his head, confused about why he and his sister have to go to Japan. They graduated Merdiana Magic Academy two years ago but they didn't receive a mission. The school told them they were on standby until the oracle could give them insight into their future. He didn't expect to be called back to Wales to receive a mission to be a teacher. Now he is waiting at a Flying Transit for the next ride to Japan.
“Yo. Look up stupid.” A voice rang next to him. He looked up and saw his sister with a large backpack on her shoulder.
He stuffed the note into his pocket then looked around. He tilted his head and asked, “When is the transit coming? I am eager to leave this place.”
At that moment a small fist connected to his side and a shrill voice yelled, “You want to leave us?!”
He looked over while holding his side and froze when he saw the rest of his family. He waved his hand and muttered, “You know that isn't what I meant, Anya.”
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His sister chuckled at his pain then gave Anya a hug. “You know Negi will miss you.”
The orange haired female leaned into the hug and huffed, not responding to her words. An older female walked closer and gave Negi a hand knitted scarf. He immediately roped it around his neck and eyes, trying to ignore Anya’s glare.
“Sage.” Negi’s sister turned to a dark-skinned woman standing a good distance from the group.
She let go of Anya and gave the smaller girl her backpack. “Hold this for a moment.” The robe wearing mage subconsciously held the bag. “Thanks.”
When she reached the mysterious woman she was immediately pulled into a hug. She leaned into the hug and sighed in content. The woman buried her face in the redhead’s hair then muttered, “I’ll miss you.”
Sage wrapped her arms around the other woman. “I’ll miss you too Kenya. You know you can visit us at any time.”
Kenya laughed while rubbing Sage’s hair. “You know a mage cannot interfere with another mage’s mission.”
The youth smirked. “When have you been known to follow the law?”
The older woman pointed at her brother. “That note he is carrying has a spell on it. I cannot directly interfere with your mission without that thing calling the Association of Proper Magical Conduct on me. You know how scary those old wizards can get.”
They both sighed, knowing that missions given by an oracle are never easy.
Sage looked at her brother then back at Kenya. “Are you going to say bye to him?”
She snorted, very similar to Sage. “Like that boy would accept it. He would treat it as me abandoning him. I’ll just send him a letter or something.”
A long screech invaded their eardrums as the Flying Transit enter the station. Its gleaming body opened and revealed the empty interior waiting for the twins.
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Sage felt a slight push from Kenya. She stared at her hand for a moment then walked towards her brother. Negi took the backpack from Anya and adjusted the staff tied to his back. Once his sister reached his side he started towards the door, not looking back at his family. Sage looked back at Kenya once more then caught up to Negi.
Once aboard the transit, Negi looked at Kenya and gave her the middle finger. The brunette laughed his gesture and gave him two of them.
As the train started to move, he mouthed a sentence to her then was gone.
She wiped tears from her eyes so when Anya and Nekane met with her, they did not know about the transaction. However, she swore to find a way around the Association and help the twins.
On the train, he mouthed, “See you soon, Mom.”
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