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.

utopia of wonder and I had never known any

still didn’t change the fact that none of it

a fantasy made from Maggie’s

around us was

it was

there was only so much to do in a magical realm that had been

else could enter and no one could

was just

the way it has always

days were becoming more and more

powers thrived.I was now far more advanced than Maggie, but I humored

programme with Maggie as my teacher,

to meander through the

nights we would sit and read and other times we would play games like scrabble

would repeat it all

to read and I must know every

off by heart

loved getting lost

Daisy Buchanan for just one day or perhaps be Elizabeth Bennett and meet my very

often give in and tell me about their way of

about

that I am the only one

A tribrid.

because of that, a lot of people want

me against some higher

of creation for as long

I have no

Of my parents.

a moss-covered rock, I took in the golden waterfall that shimmered like glitter before me as a

not what I was in the mood

head before muttering the Latin creation

I opened them, a bustling bar that looked hilariously out of place inside moving around and the music that boomed through the windows

let my hair down! l opened the glass door to the

up to the counter and a hairy man with a

of wine please,"

get so immersed in my own illusions that I forget that it’s not

escape from my

real world, with

pours the red liquid carelessly into a glass, spilling some onto

where I got this

Most likely, Hagrid.

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

looked around the room as I took a sip of the

chuckled to myself as I cheers to the

to me!" I

you been all my

in the tall, dark-haired man, looking him up and down, not

alright to look at but not who I was

of your life- in your wildest dreams.Or more likely

he thought carefully about