Magic 101

[Feathers]

In the modern city of Jump City, there is an old bookstore name the Old Ye Bookstore. Located downtown on the corner of its city street. It holds old and rare books and literature. Open to those who understand unique and its rare values.

Inside the old and shabby bookstore. That holds mountains of old and dusty thick books, on its old wooden shelves. Between the rows of book shelves, there is a girl with long dark brown hair. Tie into a messy bun. She wore a dark purple hat, and a blue striped corset. Wore over with a pink jacket and green capris with purple edges. Match with a pair pink ballet flats.

She sat down on the floor. Leading against one of the book shelves, with several books beside her. Books with genre based on magic or silver. If you take a closer look, you might recognize her as Kimber Fowl (or Kimber Long). Or better yet, Silverwing, a (junior) titan, a hero. Also, known to be the Silver Witch with the magic user of Silver Manipulation.

Yet if that was the case. Why doesn’t she feel like one?

Sighing. Closing on another book. That had yet led her into another dead end. She started to frown before reaching the Book of Silver. That lay beside her. Hidden behind a math book cover. She opens the book and flip through its pages.

After gaining her power, joining the Teen Titans, she knew barely scratch the potential of her power. She knows there was more to it. More than just silver manipulation. Cleary stated In the Book of Silver. Wrote by her ancestor. Wrote by the women who carry the Fowl lineage.

If only she could understand the message, they were trying to make out. Explaining the secret of its true power. Hidden in phrases and poem she could barely understand or make out.

Loss for ideas and leads. Leaning against the old bookshelf. She started to knock the back the head on it. Hopping the idea could spark an idea. But all it only brings was, hundreds of books about to fall and flatten her.

"ARGH!"

She squeezes eyes tight to prepare for the worst and a whole lot of...pain.

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ang liked books. His favorite were the ones with a musty smell. The ones that made a most pleasent creaking crack as you turned the page. Those were the books that had personality and soul. They had a life of their own.

Lang sometimes came here, to the Old Ye Bookstore, enjoying the silence and atmosphere. Fore some reason he shop seemed to muffle the hustle and bustle of a city like Jump. It was a welcome escape form the city life Lang hated but was forced to live with out of nessecity. And while the books trended to be wildly out of his price range, sometimes he had enough to pick up a book of folklore or two.

He still kept an eye out for books of magic anyways. It wasn't like these sort of places tended to hold them, usually. Old thick dusty grimores were more likely to be kept under lock and key or willed out to someone by old wizards. In the rare case they did find their way into a collectors shop like this, the fates tended to have a way of seeing to them. But it did happen none the less. And when it did Lang did his best to scoop them up.

Lang wasn't against the public knowing about or using magic. In fact it was quite the opposite. If more people knew about the hidden world around them, maybe there wouldn't be a need for people like him. He was however for the safe responsible use of it. Tossing a book of magic in some young talented kids lap was worse than handing them a loaded gun. It was like putting them in the drivers seat them a loaded abrams tank driven by bright flashy baubles that promised joy and fun. One with a self-destruct button that called the childs name.

Tapping his biker boot clad foot in a form of half trance, Lang skimmed the titles as his headphones hung loosely around his tanned neck. One finger trailed along the books spines, waiting for some pang of intuition to grab his attention, yet nothing came. Not one tingle or twitch, not even a standing up of hair on the back of his neck.

That he did get however was the books he was gazing over suddenly slid off the shelf backwards towards the otherside, only to fall down upon a girl in some kind of biblio-lance. "Sky and stone!" he cursed, sticking his head though the newly made. "What the hell were you doing?" The a tired and annoyed scowl he adjusted his glasses and made his away around the bookshelf and began to re-sort all the books. "What were you trying to do might be more appropriate."

[Feathers]

Kimber started to growl in pain, where every part of her body that she couldn't imagine. It felt like she had gotten beaten up, but only felt much worse. She was attack by books. Who knew books could do that? She might consider throwing a book at someone, the next time she was attack. Joke aside, she started to sneezing and coughing. A big contribution to the dusting books, who knows how long had it be last dusted.

And to add more to her almost-ready-to-snap-and-bite-your-head-off nerve and complete her day. Here comes a crocking cute  nerding guy. Too bad she was too annoy to see that. Right now! Who think it was funny?! For a stack of book to fall into a cute girl, like her?!

Talk about rude! and a jerk!

“Oh, I was just testing the power of levitation. And guess what?! It works. Swimmingly!” She replies with BIG hint of sarcasm. And what did you know? Instead of helping her up? He had the nerve to ignore her and re-sorted the books back to the SHELVES!  Who seem to be more concern for the book well-being then hers. 

What a gentlemen? NOT?!

“Could have SERIOUSLY needed helped a few minute ago." She stood up dusting her clothes. Rubbing her poor arching sore body. That was now crying in sore-ful-pain. Enough to even make her to cry be in the edge of tears, from the pain. But heck, she was a big girl. Big girls holds everything in...no matter how painful it was. "Sniff..." She wipe the tears from the edge of her eyes and bend down to grab her Book of Silver. 

But the moment she hung her head down, she started to feel unwell. Feeling a little dizzy and nausea. Could she had suffer some light concussion?

"I think I need to seat down..." She lend on the side. Against the bookshelf for support.