A Magical Person Quest (Working Title)

A solitary black cat sat in the middle of the antechamber. By all appearances it was simply dozing, the only movement was its tail lazily swishing back and forth as it watched with half-closed eyes. Shadows danced across the floor of the dimly lit room, caused by the faintly glowing motes of light swirling at the top of a high vaulted ceiling, which provided the only illumination, but the cat, as cats are in the dark and dim, was unperturbed.

The room was not merely tall, but also wide and as long as could be managed in such a tower, and had three exits of unequal stature. The largest was a broad archway, leading down an equally broad, curved staircase that quickly vanished from sight, snaking down the exterior of the tower to the city far below. Though it wasn't the largest, an ornate door was certainly the most noticeable, meticulously carved from marble, gilded with runes of gold and silver, and inlaid with a variety of precious gems. It was the kind of door that existed solely to demonstrate just how important the person that could be found in the rooms beyond was. The third, smallest exit was an afterthought in comparison, a simple, unadorned wooden door that was tucked away in a corner of the room.

The cat yawned, stood, and took a few silent steps before it decided that it had, by some unknowable metric, moved far enough and sat down again, keeping its watchful vigil as it continued to look down the broad staircase, its tail flicking back and forth at the whims of its owner.

This peaceful scene lasted for only a moment more before a loud clamor intruded, breaking the silence. A door crashed open somewhere far below, shouting could be heard, and footsteps soon came thundering upwards. The cat's ears perked up, and it had just risen to its feet when a man came barrelling up the stairs, taking them two or three at a time.

A man in his prime, he was clothed in the short robes of a soldier, hair tied neatly in a bun and beard trimmed short as was the style in these times of war. Desperately clutching his staff, he looked less like a man on a mission, and more like someone fleeing the depths of hell.

In mere moments he reached the top of the staircase, properly entering the room. The air currents, disturbed by his arrival, caused streams of light to cascade down into the room, fully illuminating it. However, the man did not pause at this wondrous sight, but continued across the room, past the ornate door until he reached the afterthought of a door, swinging it open to reveal another staircase, though narrow and straight, unlike its much broader brother.

Only then did the man take a moment's pause, glancing back at the cat, meeting and holding its gaze. "Morganna!" He barked as he beckoned, before continuing his ascent.

His familiar, Morganna, quickly bounded after him, with the easy grace a cat possesses. With every step of her paw, light entered into the runes she had been drawing on the floor like ripples on in a pond, with almost the entire floor glowing with symbols of power, but the room, with its ornate door, motes of light, and rune filled floor was left behind as Morganna joined her master's race upwards.

"What about our meeting with the Archmage?" Morganna questioned as she followed at her master's heels.

The man shook his head, and forced the words out between hurried breaths. "Too late. Atlantis's shield. Sabotaged. Causing city to fall. Citizens noticed and panicking. Think it's outside effect. So they reinforce the shield. Try to stop it."

"So we keep falling faster as more people reinforce the shield. I see..." The cat's eyes widened at the implications. "How long until we hit the ocean?!" She gasped.

"A few minut--" The man began to reply, when he's interrupted by a thunderclap and struggled to keep from falling as the entire tower shook from its foundations, dropping his staff. Morganna reached up a paw and blue light engulfed the man as she steadied him with her own magic. "No, we're out of time. We must reach the top!"

He began moving upwards again, completely heedless of the continued shaking of the stairs beneath him, as he and Morganna continued to climb. Step by step they struggled, until they ran out of stairs. Only an archway stood before them, shimmering with the light of the city's shield, almost so bright it was a solid wall. Scooping Morganna into his arms, the man hurled himself through the shield onto the balcony beyond. An instant later, they had vanished, just before the balcony was engulfed beneath the ocean.

High above, the man panted for breath as he clutched Morganna in his arms, watching the glow of Atalantis's shield steadily fade as it continued to sink further and further beneath the waves, before it suddenly vanished, finally failing in the face of the sheer weight of the ocean above it.

Morganna twisted in her master's arms so she could look up at him.

"Hey, Merlin, do you think anyone else made it out?" She asked, voice barely above a whisper. Her only answer was his stony silence, and the tears running down his face.

Suddenly the world was nothing but noise and haze and...


You are rudely awakened from your dream by your alarm going off. Sitting up in bed, you fumble a moment with your phone before it's silenced. Technically awake, you get up and start getting ready for school as you think about the dream you just had.

You always thought you were just lucky, having had vivid dreams of fantastic beasts, far off places, or wondrous sights since you were small instead of the normal sort of dreams other people talked about. However, it wasn't just luck, no, and ever since you learned the real reason your dreams have been different, sharper.

Ever since you learned that magic was real.

Magic is real. The idea still seems a little silly, but with a quick concentration of your will, you emit a soft glowing light from your hand, once again confirming its undeniable existence. For a moment, you're standing in your bathroom, hand lit up and grinning like a loon. What's more, there is a secret war being waged for the sake of humanity. There are forces of darkness that seek the destruction of everything: demons, monsters, shadows. Whatever people call them, they are the enemy of all mankind, and it falls to those who have the gift of magic to fight them.

It's up to you to protect humanity!

Still, somehow, being a defender of mankind doesn't mean you can skip school, you think wryly to yourself as you resume your morning preparations.


[x] Boys (Specialization)
- [x] Magical Knights : Use their magic to enchant magical effects into weapons and armor.
- [x] Wizards : Use their magic to cast spells, such as fireballs, lightning bolts, etc.
- [x] Magical Martial Artists : Use their magic to enhance their own bodies, making them harder, better, faster, stronger.

[x] Girls (Variety)
- [x] Magical Girls : Use their magic to both strengthen their own bodies and to enchant items with powerful offensive and defensive magical effects.
- [x] Witches : Cast curses and hexes against their opponents and enchant useful items such as broomsticks and potions.
- [x] Enchantresses : Use their magic to change their appearance, shapeshift, cast illusions, influence the minds of themselves or others.