The Past

The ink on the letter glistened ominously as she read the address at the top.
“Regina.”
No one called her that anymore…except for her father. Groaning, Reggie unrolled the letter, grumbling to herself.
“Email, Dad, it’s not hard. Seriously…” But then she began to actually process the words on the page.

“My darling Regina,
You must be aware by now that dark doings are afoot in our world. Your one-time classmates have been vanishing one by one, all save for Andarien, who I am certain you must remember. He has managed to secure for himself a position on the High Council and I fear that perhaps there is a connection between Andarien and these disappearances. For your own safety, watch the shadows.
I love you always,
Father”

With a sigh, she rolled the letter back up and jammed it into a drawer with the others. She didn’t have time for her dad’s crazy conspiracy theories, or for the magical world she’d left behind. Curtain call was at seven tonight and maybe if she impressed this crowd, she’d get a better gig next time. Pausing to lean against the counter, she closed her eyes. Yeah, she could remember Andarien alright. She would never forget him, or the look in his eyes when he’d held his wand with its tip pressed just under her chin and told her never to challenge him ever again. It wasn’t all that surprising he’d gone down the path of the dark arts and still managed to worm his way onto the Council. With a frustrated groan, she moved away from the counter. None of that mattered. She wasn’t going to be waving around a real wand anytime soon. And she had a magic show to put on.

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