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.

of wonder

didn’t change the fact that none

from Maggie’s own magical gift of dimensional

us was

of it

child, I basked in its enchantment and the beauty that it held, but there was only so much to

else could enter and no one

just

way it has

were becoming more and

I grew older and my powers thrived.I was now far

of farming the crops (we could just create food from magic but it gave us training programme with Maggie as my teacher, fighting

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

and other times we would

day, we would repeat it

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

off by heart by

loved getting lost

would do to go to elegant parties like Daisy Buchanan for just one day or perhaps be Elizabeth Bennett and meet

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

always been tight-lipped about the dangers that lurk

I know is that I am the only one

A tribrid.

a lot of people want

me against some higher council and Maggie

away in a pocket of

I have no

Of my parents.

on a moss-covered rock, I took in the golden waterfall that shimmered

but not what I was in the

scene in my head before muttering

place inside moving around and the music that boomed through the windows made me

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

what did I know? I walk up to the counter and a hairy man with a rounded belly turns around

wine please," I said

illusions that I forget that it’s not

escape from my

be in the real world,

into a glass, spilling some onto

where I

Most likely, Hagrid.

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

and looked around the room

was real.I chuckled to myself as I cheers

to me!"

have you been all my

deep voice made me spin on my stool.I took in the tall, dark-haired man, looking him up and down,

to look at but

the rest of your life- in your

face dropped as he