by Elizabeth J.M. Walker
Trina is a fifteen-year-old dragon mage in a kingdom ruled by witches and wizards - the same people who have brought dragons and other magical creatures near extinction. Trina can barely control her fire powers and is desperate for an apprenticeship, but finding a fellow dragon mage to be her teacher is proving more difficult than coming across an actual dragon. Then there's the Royal Tourney - a competition presented by the Queen to find a successor to the throne. Trina heads to the competition in the hopes of sparking some interest in the mage society and earning herself an apprenticeship. She never intended to be a frontrunner in the competition. She never meant to catch the attention of the evil witch trying to take over the throne. She never expected to fall for a wizard. Now Trina must face tough decisions about who she is and who she could become. Trina must ask herself: Can she really win the Royal Tourney?
YA, Fantasy, Adventure, 236 pages
A little violet envelope with sparkling silver wings fluttered through the fog in search of its destination. It came upon a crumbling building made of grey bricks, surrounded by an ornate metal fence that was covered in rust. The envelope fluttered through the fence’s gate and then around the building three times before it decided this was indeed where it was meant to be. It then smacked itself against a window.
Headmistress Ludella looked up from the letter she was writing and sighed. It was a particularly taxing letter, one which was written under desperate circumstances. It was a letter to the Queen, requesting funds for the one and only Mage Academy of Dorlith. The school was in dire need of money because every time it rained the fourth floor flooded, the school’s greenhouse had been burned down three years ago and the mischievous forest pixies had been stealing loose bricks from the sides of the school and using them to smash windows—this was not only harmful to the building itself, but also the students who were trying to study within.
Ludella was quite surprised when she looked out the window and saw the silver-winged violet envelope: the colours of Royal Mail. She hurriedly opened the window—one of the few still intact at the school—and let the mail in. It fluttered around the room, suddenly second-guessing if it had reached its proper destination.
“Stop that! Come here!” Ludella told the envelope, which was silly since envelopes didn’t have ears and she should have known better.
The mail circled high up by the ceiling, fluttering through the foliage of the trees that grew in the office and causing a few leaves to fall onto the wooden desk below. Ludella used her chair to climb onto her desk and jumped up and down, trying to snatch the envelope from the air.
“Aha!” she said as she finally caught it. The envelope continued to flap and flutter at an alarming rate, suddenly deciding it was in the wrong place. Ludella ignored the struggles of the envelope as she made herself comfortable by sitting cross-legged on top of her desk. She picked up her silver envelope opener. In one quick slice she opened the envelope and the wings fell motionless. Finally, Ludella could read what was written upon it in fancy silver script: Kasacova’s Finishing School for Promising Young Witches.
“Oh, really?” Ludella said aloud. “I think someone got lost, eh?”
About the Author:
Elizabeth J. M. Walker has published zines for over a decade and lives in her hometown of Windsor, Ontario, Canada. She Dreamed of Dragons is her first novel.