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Chapter 3 by xeter xeter

How do you go about saving everything, when it isn't even the weekend yet?

'Speak of the devil' a magic email arrives?

After working a double shift you come home exhausted and like usual catch up on your social media browsing your various electronic identities and updating your attention towards them for nearly half an hour. When to your surprise a unidentified message blot seems to vaporously appear and lingers in your inbox not quite visible and yet clearly there. Of course piquing your curiosity to open it you discover an invitation from a supposed 'magic university', the message further congratulates you on receiving 'your magical aptitude' and has an attached address detailing a location to which you are expected to attend for 'orientation and placement testing' in a mere two days! The message fizzled and vanished entirely eerily as soon as you finished reading it. However it still glows freshly in your mind, and the unexpected message still disturbs your humble reality of putting in shifts for a measly stub of change that never seemed to accrue any profit the said investor, you. And so as far as scam artists go, your creme of the crop as a target to hope schemes. Although magic school seemed to be the odd way to go the validity of the scam was never veiled by any sense of subterfuge because as anyone would know, magic isn't real! It's just a bunch of fancy tricks preformed by Illusion Artists all around the world. And so an ordinary person would be befuddled to why they had received a sudden invitation to such a school of tricks and foolery, but not you; only last week your perspective on magic was widened unbelievably it flipped 180 as you came into direct contact with a magical presence that changed your mind forever and set you down this path into arcanium.

alright nice story, now where did you say the school was again? [insert Plot here]

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