Goody magic academy year.., p.1
Goody Magic Academy Year Two, page 1
GOODY MAGIC ACADEMY YEAR TWO
M GUIDA
CONTENTS
Untitled
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
UNTITLED
GOODY MAGIC ACADEMY YEAR TWO
by
M. Guida
1
Under the silvery glow of the full moon I stood alone, my heart heavy at Jaxon’s unexpected departure using every ounce of his vampire speed back into the academy. His thundering footsteps still echoed in my mind, stomping all over my breaking heart. Was he going to tell the high priestess that my father wasn’t human after all, and that I had just shifted into a dragon?
I was sure that in her eyes, that would make me an even bigger threat. She had already bound my powers for being a witch—what would she do when she found out I was part dragon? A shiver ran down my spine just thinking of it.
The dance was still in full swing inside the academy, but I couldn’t hear the music—maybe because my blood was thundering so loudly in my ears. Or maybe because I was too panicked to register anything except what was going on inside my dragon body.
I wished Finn was here instead of inside. He would hold me in his arms and tell me everything was going to be okay. Or maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he would retreat, just like Jaxon.
I lumbered over toward a flood light, stretched out my wings, and took a good look at myself. My scales were black and my heart sank. Did that mean I was evil, like Disney’s Maleficent? In the Sleeping Beauty story, she had been portrayed as cruel, twisted, and jealous. Did that mean I was too? Maybe this was why Mom always kept Dad’s identity a secret. Maybe she was afraid I would turn out like Maleficent.
The cool, calm night air offered no comfort as my emotions spiraled out of control. Fear and uncertainty mingled with a newfound sense of terrifying power and potential. Worse, I had no idea how to shift back into human form. What if I was stuck like this forever?
A paralyzing fear descended on me like a smothering blanket and crushed any hope of ever shifting back. I inhaled and exhaled, but it wasn’t deep enough, as if my dragon lungs were starving for air. The fear got bigger, crueler, colder.
Only one person would know how to help me—mom—but she was still in a coma.
Coma or not, I had to see her, and I had to see her now.
Here goes nothing.
Taking a strangled breath, I spread out my gigantic wings and hurled myself up toward the night sky. Air rushed over and around me and caught underneath my wings as I flapped them, rising higher and higher. Oh my god, I was flying! I flew through the clouds, and their moisture clung to my scales, making them glisten. For a moment, I forgot about my troubles as I reveled in the freedom and sheer exhilaration of flight.
I glanced down at the academy’s spires to see Jaxon rushing out of the gate and across the drawbridge onto the lawn.
He wasn’t alone. The high priestess was with him.
A heaviness filled my gut and spread right down to my toes. Betrayal and hurt washed over me like two tidal waves, causing sharp pain in my chest. Whenever I thought I could trust Jaxon, he always proved me wrong. I had to harden my heart against him, once and for all. He wasn’t a friend.
He was the enemy.
My heart ached for Finn’s presence as I flew through the clouds, desperately trying to hide. He was back at the dance, blissfully unaware of what had just happened to me. I couldn’t help but wonder if things would have been different had he been the one to see me shift instead of Jaxon.
A tear slid down my cheek and I blinked it away. Without another glance I turned and flew toward my mom, still lying in her hospital bed at the Enchanted Eldercare Center. The center treated both supernaturals and humans, but the latter were unaware of their otherworldly neighbors.
As I landed outside the building, the tears threatened to spill from my eyes once more. I stared at the building, not knowing what to do next. How I wished Mom could hug me like she always did when I had a bad day. The only thing I could do was waddle over toward her window. Her light was off, but in the moonlight peeking in through her window I could see her sleeping peacefully. I wanted to scream for her to wake up, but she was Sleeping Beauty and her prince was nowhere to be seen.
I heard someone coming and slid back into the shadows, hoping whoever it was wouldn’t notice a massive black dragon lurking in the darkness. A woman dressed in scrubs walked down the sidewalk and I swear she looked right at me, but she didn’t even blink. It was as if she didn’t even see me. How could this be? I was freaking huge.
Time seemed to stretch out endlessly as I crouched in my hiding spot, hidden from view. My muscles ached from staying still for so long and my mind raced with anxiety.
Would I ever regain my human form? Had the high priestess cursed me again without me realizing it? Knowing her, anything was possible.
Lost in my tumultuous thoughts, I barely noticed the sound of a car door closing and soft footsteps coming up the sidewalk.
“Peyton?”
My blood froze as I heard someone call out my name. I turned to see Professor Eastey, his long dark robes fluttering in the cool night breeze and his face etched with concern. He walked slowly as he scanned the area, looking for me.
“Peyton? Are you here?” he called out again, his deep, anxious voice echoing off the surrounding buildings.
Grrrrrrr
I tried to respond, but all that came out was a deep growl. I winced and hung my head. I sounded like a cross between Godzilla and King Kong.
I shrank deeper into the shadows, unable to face him.
But he wouldn’t give up. Finally he found me and his eyes widened in shock as he took in my transformed state. “I saw you...shift,” he breathed, a mixture of awe and fear in his tone.
I panted hard as panic seized me. I wasn’t getting nearly enough air in my lungs and darkness floated around the edges of my vision.
Don’t pass out. Don’t pass out. Don’t pass out.
“It’s all right, Peyton.” He stepped closer and flashed me a gentle, reassuring smile. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Hurt me? Could a witch hurt a dragon? Maybe. I knew for a fact that the high priestess could.
Professor Eastey kept a safe distance, yet his demeanor was not one of fear, but of compassion and concern. “I was leaving the dance when I saw you shift. You reminded me of… I couldn’t believe it.” His voice trailed off as he shook his head.
A knot of anxiety tightened in my chest. Reminded him of who? My dad?
I opened my mouth to say something, but only another low growl came out.
Professor Eastey narrowed his eyes as if he was trying to see through the darkness.
“I’m going to touch you. Stay still, girl.” He stretched out his hand and his fingertips grazed my flank.
He slowly moved his palm along my scales. “Peyton, I need you to calm down. I can feel your heartbeat pounding faster and faster. You need to calm down before you have a heart attack.”
Was he crazy? Calm down? How was I supposed to do that?
He moved his hands further along my side until he reached my shoulder. “I want you to listen to me, Peyton. Take a deep breath.”
I could barely inhale. How was I supposed to take a deep breath?
Professor Eastey’s touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he could sense the turmoil churning inside me. “Peyton, you’re not only a dragon. Remember that—you’re also a witch. That makes you even more powerful than the high priestess.”
His words, calm though they were, didn’t soothe the anxiety gripping me.
He continued, his voice steady and clear. “You have the power of Earth, Air, Fire and Water all within you. We need to balance them in order for you to shift back.”
I tried to scoff, but it just came out as a snarl. Balance? I was a monster in the shadows, not some elemental seesaw.
“Close your eyes,” he continued. “Feel the earth beneath you, the solidity and strength it offers. It’s your foundation, Peyton.” It was as if his words were weaving a spell around me.
I hesitated, but then found myself obeying. The cool, damp soil under my claws felt grounding, real. I extended and retracted my claws, allowing the soil to move through my talons.
Professor Eastey patted my side. “Good. Now, focus on your breath, on the air moving in and out of your lungs. Let it flow and calm the fire within you.” His words were a soothing balm, easing the terrible panic that had been consuming me.
I drew in a shaky breath, the air cool against my heated insides, tempering the burning anxiety.
“Imagine the fire inside you as a small flame. It’s your passion, your strength,” he said. “But right now, let it be just a flicker, controlled and focused.” His hand was still on my shoulder, anchoring me.
Tamed by his guidance the raging inferno inside me began to dwindle, shrinking to a manageable glow.
“Finally , think of water, the fluidity of your emotions. Let it douse any lingering fears, flow through you, and bring you healing and peace.”
I pictured a stream of water, cool and clear, washing over me, flooding over the lingering chaos and soothing my scorched nerves.
“Now, Peyton, visualize your human form. Hold onto that image. You are human, you are yourself. Let the elements guide you back to it.”
The words echoed around me, a mantra of transformation. I clung to the image of my human self as the elements swirled within me in harmony, reshaping me.
A strange sensation coursed through my entire body, as if every cell was changing and rearranging itself. My iridescent black scales began to fade away, revealing my pale skin underneath. The tingling sensation intensified—it felt like tiny needles were pricking all over my body. With a small gasp, I felt my jaw and mouth reshape themselves into my human form. I ran my tongue around the inside of my mouth and realized my once sharp and pointed teeth were dull and flat again. It was like being in Wonderland, I thought, as I shrank back to my original size, just like Alice. The darkness lifted and the shadows dissipated, and I looked down to see I had hands again—not talons. I was no longer a dragon, I was human. Thank God.
After the transformation was complete, I stood there, trembling, looking into Professor Eastey’s eyes that were filled with a mix of astonishment and relief.
“You did it, Peyton,” he whispered. “Well done. You found your balance.”
The wind blew over me, and I shivered as my body broke out into goosebumps.
And that’s when I realized I was completely naked.
2
Isank deeper into the shadows, putting one hand over my breasts and the other over my pussy. No one had ever seen me naked except for my mom, let alone a teacher, and a male one at that! I felt like a hooker who had had her clothes ripped off by a guard for some imagined offense. This was intolerable.
“Turn your head,” I demanded.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Professor Eastey said softly. Could I trust him? It could be the voice of a predator trying to calm its prey.
I gritted my teeth. “What are you going to do to me and where are my clothes?”
Professor Eastey slipped off his robe and handed it to me. “When shifters transform back into human form, they are wearing their birthday suits. You would have torn through whatever you were wearing when you first shifted.” He frowned. “I’d have thought you would know that.”
I stuck my arms into the sleeves as fast as possible and tightened the belt around my waist. “Why should I? I’m new to this whole world.” My voice was laced with frustration.
He gently put his hand on the small of my back. “Come on. I take it you’re here because you want to see your mom?”
My throat tightened. I just wanted to crawl up into her bed and cuddle next to her like I did when I was little and had a bad dream. “More than anything,” I whispered.
“Then let’s go see her.”
I looked down at the robe that trailed behind me like a bride’s train. “Like this?”
“Why not?”
I took a deep breath. “Okay.”
Professor Eastey and I entered the Enchanted Eldercare Center. We were greeted by a warm, serene atmosphere, unlike any other care facility I had ever visited. The lobby was spacious and welcoming, with walls painted in soft earthy tones. Gentle, ambient lighting cast a soothing glow, and instead of an antiseptic hospital smell there was a subtle scent of lavender and sage hanging in the air that reminded me more of a spa.
In the sitting area, there were comfortable sofas and chairs upholstered in rich, inviting plum fabric. Potted plants were scattered throughout the lobby and around the front desk. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to make the place homey.
The nurse at the front desk gave us a big smile, as if it was an everyday occurrence for her to see a girl wearing a robe three sizes too big for her and a tall, handsome, shirtless guy in a pair of jeans.
I’d never known what the professors wore underneath their robes, but I bet the high priestess wore something more stunning than casual everyday clothes. She probably wore an evening gown.
“Ah, Professor Eastey,” she said with a smile as her gaze drifted to his broad chest. “So nice to see you again.” She turned to me. “Are you here to see your mom, Peyton?”
I nodded eagerly. “Yes, please.”
She gave me a kind, sympathetic look. “I must warn you that nothing’s…changed…since the last time you were here.”
I sighed miserably and wiped a tear from my cheek.
“We know,” Professor Eastey murmured.
We walked down the wide, well-lit corridor toward Mom’s room. It had handrails that glowed softly, providing guidance for residents. The flooring was designed to reduce noise, ensuring a peaceful environment. And at intervals along the corridors there were small, cozy nooks with bookshelves filled with both regular and magical tomes, offering residents and visitors alike a quiet place to read and relax.
If only Mom could indulge in reading. Books and reading were always her passion. Her favorite go-to genre was romance, and she liked nothing better than a happy ever after ending. I always wondered if that was because her own romance had been such a disappointment. I was beginning to understand all too well that burying yourself in fantasy was better than facing reality
Professor Eastey pushed open the door gently. The moonlight shone on Mom’s beautiful face, making me think of an angel. Her luxurious blond hair flared out over her pillow and she looked like she was sleeping so peacefully.
But she wasn’t asleep. She was in a coma, and the only person who had answers about my dad.
I bit my lip and clasped her limp hand. “Hey, Mom. It’s me. I sure do wish you’d wake up.”
She lay perfectly still on the hospital bed, her chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. Her eyes remained closed, and I couldn’t help but wish a prince would come and wake her up. Not my deadbeat father, who had left us while my mother was still pregnant with me. He was a toad, not a handsome prince.
“Even in a deep coma, your mother is very beautiful. I promise she’ll come back to you, Peyton.”
I looked up at Professor Eastey, despair hanging over me like a dark cloud. “But what if I can’t control my magic? According to her, I’m the only one who can break the spell.”
“And you will. You must have faith, Peyton. You must believe in yourself. It’s the only way.”
I exhaled a frustrated breath. “You seem so confident.”
“I am. Like I said—you’re powerful, like your parents.”
I jerked my head up. “Parents, plural? Wait—did you know my father?”
Professor Eastey hesitated, his eyes briefly darting away before meeting mine again. “I knew of him…yes. Your father...oh my… He was a remarkable figure in our world.”
“Remarkable how?” I pressed, feeling a mix of curiosity and a strange sense of foreboding.
He sighed. “Your father was known for his strength and his...unique abilities. He was respected, even feared, by many.”
Dread crept into my voice. “Feared? Why?”
“Because he was so powerful, Peyton. Like Raven Erickson. You must have heard of her. She’s a silver dragon and the most powerful creature in our world. Raven and her friends helped defeat Ryker Khan, the king of the Dark Demons.” He chuckled. “And to cap all, she’s only a couple of years older than you.”
“Really?” My voice was a whisper.
“Yes.” The merriment died in his eyes. “Your father may not be a silver dragon, but black dragons are very powerful, too. And mysterious, and cunning.”
I swallowed the dread in my throat. “Are they evil?”
“Any dragon can be evil, Peyton, just like any witch, vampire, demon, or other supernatural. As supernaturals, we make the choice on whether we will go to the dark side.”
“So what path did my father chose? Evil?” Like I didn’t know. He definitely wasn’t a hero like Luke Skywalker. He wouldn’t have abandoned his daughter, like Darth Vader did.
“I didn’t think so, but then he left you and your mother…”
My gut tightened and I buried the anger and sadness that always flared up when I thought of him.
