Raven
Raven’s father looked grimly at the newspaper as if he was contemplating on whether or not he should continue reading or tear it to shreds for being a waste of his time. He was perched on the antique beige grandfather chair that made the person sitting upon it look even more honorable and important than anybody else in the room. Raven’s mother stood to her father’s left with her arms crossed; a stern look thundered on her face.
“Okay, Raven. You may begin now!” Her mother commanded.
As soon as she said ‘now’ Raven turned towards the white grand piano, closed her eyes, and concentrated. Raven felt every single key, every single string, in the piano, then, she opened her eyes. She flicked her finger towards it. Raven led the keys to play what she wanted; it was her mother’s favorite song, Beethoven’s Tempest.
“Excellent Raven! You have now reached the highest level! It takes a genius to be able to do this, just like your father, you are definitely a prodigy in this kind of craft. Keep practicing.” Raven’s mother praised and commanded while Raven beamed from her compliments. Her mother turned towards her father, “Dear, did you witness what Raven accomplished? Aren’t you so proud?” Her mother asked with her enormous puppy dog eyes.
“Hmm? Yes, of course. She is my daughter. She is expected to do everything perfectly. If she were to do anything less than perfect then I think you should address me mother, not when she does things she is expected to do.” Raven’s father crisply stated, not looking up from the newspaper. Raven’s face turned ice cold and the chill froze away her blush. Raven kept on concentrating making sure she didn’t make any mistakes.
“Yes, well…” Raven’s mother paused then turned towards Raven. “Raven, did you hear that the letter was going to come here today? I’m almost absolutely sure you’ll get into that class.” Raven finished the song, then, looked up towards her mother.
“I am almost positive mother. However, I didn’t hear that the letters were due today.”
“I heard from the headmistress herself at the meeting the other millennium ago.”
“Mother I…” Raven started, but stopped. Something flickered through the air and caught Raven’s eye.
“Raven, what is the matter?” Raven’s mother asked concerned. Raven shot her arm up and grabbed something.
“Good leading leaders! It’s a pousting parchment! The fastest flying parchment in all of the realm!” Her mother exclaimed causing my father to finally settle down his newspaper and look up at me with great interest.
“Well go on. Open it Raven.” Raven’s father said sardonically. Raven instantly was going to glare at her father, but remembered her place and stared at the paper. She tried to break the seal, but it wouldn’t budge.
“Raven, you don’t think it’s…” Her mother faltered. Raven felt around the paper and knew what she had to do. She tapped on the seal twice and concentrated. A burst of light broke out when the seal opened. The paper rolled itself out and then disappeared when the light went out. Raven frowned confused. She whisked her fingers in the air and whispered some words. The letter reappeared and floated towards Raven. She was about to grab it when…
“CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE INDEED PASSED THE TEST AND NOW YOU ARE QUALIFIED TO COME TO THE UNITED FORCE ACADEMY. SINCE YOU HAVE PROVED EXCELLENT SKILLS AND KNOWLEDGE YOU WILL ENTER THE SCHOOL AS A SPECIAL.” A voice boomed. Raven’s mother looked overly ecstatic. Raven’s father presumed reading his newspaper. Raven glued on a polite smile for her mother and gave a side-glance to her father.
Her mother left the room to prep for her brunch she has annually with her group. Her father went to his study room. Raven looked at the letter, closed her eyes, and concentrated. The paper burst into flames and incinerated before her. She grinned warily.
“United Force Academy, level Special. Just as expected; perfection.” She mumbled to herself.
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