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

fact that none of it

all a fantasy made from Maggie’s own magical gift

around us was

it was

enchantment and the beauty that it held, but there was only so much to do in a magical realm that had been created solely for the purpose

else could enter

just Maggie

it

my days were becoming more and

grew older and my powers thrived.I was now far more advanced than Maggie, but I

could just create food from magic but it gave us training programme with Maggie as my teacher, fighting illusions Maggie created to train me in combat in wolf form

for myself in the late afternoon to meander through the woods before

and other times we would play games like scrabble and chess

day, we would repeat

from the human realm for me to read and

off by

loved getting lost in their

I would do to go to elegant parties like Daisy Buchanan for just one day

she would often give in and tell me about their way of life and the super naturals that lived

always been tight-lipped about the dangers that lurk there

is that I am the only one

A tribrid.

because of that, a lot of people want me

against some higher council and Maggie took me

away in a pocket of creation for as

of it, I have no

Of my parents.

that shimmered like glitter before me as a

but not what I

a scene in my head before muttering the Latin creation

looked hilariously out of place inside moving around and the music

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

I imagined bars to smell, but what did I know? I walk up to the counter and a hairy man with a

of wine

illusions that I forget that it’s not

escape from

be in the real world, with

a glass, spilling some onto the wooden

where I got

Most likely, Hagrid.

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

the stool and looked around the room

least the alcohol was real.I chuckled to myself as I

to me!"

been all my

the tall,

was alright to look at but not

life- in your wildest

as he