His Lost Tribrid Novel

21 Years Later...

Ruby POV 

"Again," Maggie ordered sternly as she paced in front of me, annoyed that I had allowed myself to become distracted.I huffed but didn’t argue as I pulled myself off the floor.

This was always the least favorite part of my day.

Magic came too easily to me.It was an effort just to keep my concentration.

I preferred practicing my vampire abilities or running through the forest as my wolf, Ada.

But there was never any point in arguing with Maggie.

The outcome was always the same.

She raises her hands up at her sides as electrical currents dance from one hand to another and her eyes cloud over with a white fog.

I focus my mind on her magic, seeing components of vibrant colors that made up the chemicals in her spell.

Apparently, it was a very rare gift I have along with a few others.

To be able to see and feel each element of magic before it was used.

Through her rigorous training over the years, I learnt how to identify what would be needed from me to block any spell and sometimes I could manipulate her energy and use it against her instead.

She releases the ball of static electricity towards me and with my gaze alone, I stop it in its tracks before sending it hurtling back towards her.

She shields herself with an invisible barrier and the small bomb explodes into the air, sizzling around us.

This time, it is her turn to fall to the forest floor, her eyes blinking rapidly.

"Maggie! Are you okay?"

I run to her side and hold her arm to help her up.

The color has drained from her face but she waves me away.

She hated "I think that is enough for today's child.l am going to go and rest," she stumbles away, her frail body hunched over in pain.

Over the last few months, she has been growing weaker and weaker by the day.

Something is wrong with her but she refuses to confide in me.

Her mess of beautiful red curls bounces as she makes her way into our little cottage.

I hate it when she calls me child.I may have been a little girl when she became my guardian, but I was definitely not that anymore.

Tomorrow would be my 21st birthday and no matter how hard I tried, I could not bring myself to feel excited.

It would be pretty much the same as any other day.I sigh deeply, wandering through the enchanted, colonial giants of trees that actively move from my path and wave their branches like limbs time as I pass.

The forest is such a light shade of green that it almost blinds you when the sun is at it’s highest in the sky.

The floor bed is covered with fluffy moss and wild flowers of vibrant colors, some the size of my head.

The scene was as soft as cotton to the naked eye and I know I shouldn’t complain.

a utopia of wonder and I had never known

the fact that none

fantasy made from Maggie’s own magical

us

it

was only so much to do in a magical realm that had been created solely for

enter and no

was just Maggie and

the way it has always

days were becoming more

far more advanced than Maggie, but

training programme with Maggie as

late afternoon to meander through the woods before I headed back for dinner and my nightly glass

we would sit and read and other times we would play games like scrabble and chess using

would repeat it

the human realm for me to read and I must know every

by

lost in

Buchanan for just one day or perhaps be Elizabeth

her on a daily basis for real stories of the human realm and she would often give in and tell me about their way of life and the super naturals that lived amongst

has always been tight-lipped about the dangers that lurk

I am the only

A tribrid.

because of that, a lot of people want me

some higher council and

of creation for as long as

I have no memories of

Of my parents.

the golden waterfall that shimmered like glitter before

I

my eyes and created a scene in my head before muttering the Latin creation spell to bring it

out of place inside moving around and the music that boomed through the

l opened the glass door to the packed room and

I walk up to the counter and a hairy man with a

wine please," I said

so immersed in my own illusions that I forget that it’s not real.It’s all I

from

the real world, with real

a glass, spilling

wonder where I

Most likely, Hagrid.

I grinned and he grunted before walking off to serve the next fictional character I created from

shifted on the stool and looked around the room as I

real.I chuckled to

birthday to me!" I

been all

spin on my stool.I took in the tall, dark-haired man, looking him up and down, not hiding my

at but

for the rest of your life- in your wildest

dropped as he thought