!!! DISCLAIMER !!!

This is a copy/paste of the prologue section of Stormy's ref sheet. No new lore here yet. Just wanted to start organizing these into more digestible chunks. If you want to read the rest early, you can see it on her ref here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57808928/

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~~~ The Mysterious Boy ~~~

Surrounding the structure is a not-very dense woodlands, a large quiet lake, and what appears to be small wooden cabins forming a village on the other side of the water. Wherever she was, it clearly wasn't home. The dragon swoops around the lake, taking her on a "tour" of the local environment. The adrenaline of the flight makes Stormy completely disregard any fear she was previously holding. The thrill of flying around on a dragon!

Though the flight was probably only a quick few minutes, it felt like hours. Eventually it lands, allowing her to dismount at cabin a little ways outside the rest of the town. The cabin was quiet, surrounded by the natural woodland. It was simple, but looked well maintained for as basic as it was. Wooden cabin with a stone chimney. A single room with four walls and a roof. The door was left open with the glow of a fire emitting from inside. Though Stormy knew better than to talk to strangers, everything that had been going on since she woke up was breaking all the rules she'd once known. She peeks inside to see if there's anyone around and try to understand why the dragon brought her here.

Within the wooden walls is a quaint living area. A bed, a table, a small nook for food storage & preparation, and a stone fireplace... with no fire burning. But where was the glow coming from? Stormy would wonder, only for her questions to be answered as her gaze continued to another corner of the room. There was a boy, roughly her age, sitting in the corner with his hand enveloped in a swirling light, all leading toward a burning orb, the size of a baseball, hovering just above his fingertips, in front of him is a violet book open to a page with an illustration of a similar fireball (see the book in the ref sheet).

Stormy reacts with as much shock as you could expect from a child witnessing real magic. Especially since Stormy is smart enough, and far enough ahead in her studies to understand that magic is never real. It's always just a slight-of-hand or a visual trick, right? Right?! Then how did he do that? She lets out an audible gasp, prompting a startled yelp from the boy. the light immediately extinguished.

"H-How did you do that? You had fire on your ha--" she starts to question only to be interrupted by the boy rushing over to shush her. He looks around nervously, as if making sure nobody had heard her.

In a hushed tone he responds "Sssh! My parents can't know!" Then after a brief pause while he looks her over. With her lack of social development in her upbringing, she has no idea how to react. She stays silent like a deer in headlights until the boy speaks again. "what's going on with your eyes? They're glowing!"

This snaps Stormy back to her senses enough. The memory of the moments before she passed out, with her eyes glowing so brilliantly in her reflection. Panic sets in as the adrenaline fades, and she realizes she's in the middle of nowhere, her parents are gone, her home is gone, everyone and everything she knows is gone, and she just went along with it from being swept up in the moment. The emotions and exhaustion hit her all at once. She collapses to her knees, sobbing, hyperventilating, and wanting to cry out for her parents, only restraining herself due to the knowledge they aren't around to hear anyways.

"N-no no! That's not what i meant! They're.. they're pretty! Yeah, pretty!" He was oblivious to what exactly she was going through, but at least he was trying. This is about as good as you could expect a young boy to do when a stranger girl starts sobbing at your feet. "M-maybe the book has some thing to fix them?" And before waiting for stormy to respond, he runs back over to his book to start flipping the pages.

Despite her overwhelming emotion, the promise of a book piques Stormy's interest enough for her to try to compose herself and try to come see it for herself.

The book (depicted above) had a strange feeling. Similar to that of her mirror. Beautiful, intricate, but designed in a way that made it clear it was out-of-place. Though the illustrations on the pages were highly detailed, she couldn't make out any of the words on the page, or even any of the letters used to make the words. She reaches out to touch the paper. Maybe with a closer look, she might be able to make sense of some of the diagrams at least, even if she was entirely unfamiliar with the written language.

As soon as her fingertip grazes the parchment, a white-hot sensation burns up her arm, instantly searing into into her entire nervous system. She reflexively pulls her hand away from the pain, but the tingling sensation lingers for several moments longer, similar to a limb that had fallen asleep. When the tingling finally fades, she realizes that she can make sense of the words on the page. Though the letters and the language are still unfamiliar to her, there is a sense of intuition. The same sorts of visualization she could produce when reading any English novel. Even while reading words she couldn't hope to understand, the meaning of the text itself rang clear in her head. Intricate descriptions of different spells and ways to cast them -- verbally, nonverbally, through enchantments, with delayed effect. This was as detailed as a textbook and still mostly over young Stormy's head. Even an avid reader like herself could barely piece together the nuances of advanced spellcasting when she didn't even think magic was real moments ago.

As she continued to read, she unconsciously mumbled aloud one of the incantations mindlessly as she tried to make her way through the text. There was a brief moment where the room seemed to get darker around her. The boy looked up at her in amazement. "Your eyes! They stopped! How did you know to do that?!"

The two would continue similar exchanges over the book. They would take turns reading from the pages and gawking at what happened. Over their time together he helped her understand where she was and what was going on...