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

the fact that none

fantasy made from Maggie’s own magical gift

us was

of it

held, but there was only so much to do in a magical realm that had been created

could enter and no one could

just

way it has

days were becoming more and more

older and my powers thrived.I was now far more advanced

with Maggie as my teacher, fighting illusions Maggie created to train

then I would have time for myself in the late afternoon to meander through the woods before I headed back for dinner and my nightly glass of

sit and read and other times we

next day, we would repeat it all

the human realm for me to read and I must know every word by Austen, Fitzgerald and

by heart by

lost in

just one day or perhaps be Elizabeth

on a daily basis for real stories of the human realm and she would often give

always been tight-lipped about

know is that I am the only one

A tribrid.

lot of people want

me against some higher

been hidden away in a pocket of

of it, I have

Of my parents.

in the golden waterfall that shimmered like glitter before

what I was in the mood

a scene in my head before muttering the Latin creation spell

hilariously out of place inside moving around and the music

down! l opened the glass door to the packed room and the smell of sweat and

smell, but what did I know? I walk up to the counter

wine please," I

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

from

real world, with real

the red liquid carelessly into a glass, spilling some onto

I got this

Most likely, Hagrid.

he grunted before walking off to serve the

and looked around the room as I

real.I chuckled to myself as I cheers to the

to me!" I

been all

took in the tall,

was alright to look at but not

the rest of your life- in your

as he thought carefully about my