Prologue
October 8, 2022
Dear Diary,
So, here I am again, scribbling my thoughts on this old leather-bound book. They say writing helps you sort out your feelings, but honestly, I think it's just a bunch of mumbo-jumbo. Anyway, I figured I might as well give it a shot since my life is about to take a bizarre turn, and who knows, maybe this journal will be the only thing keeping me sane.
Let's talk about my life, shall we? Stella Lockheed, that's me, the only daughter of the oh-so-mighty wolf and sorcerer couple, Alistair and Seraphina. You'd think being the offspring of such powerful beings would grant me some kick-ass abilities, right?
Wrong.
As it turns out, I'm the odd one out in the family—I'm a supernaturally-challenged misfit. Great, just great.
For years, my parents tried every magical trick in the book to unlock my hidden powers. Potions, incantations, even dragging me to mystics from far and wide—nothing worked. Not a single spark. Just plain ol' human me, with no supernatural talents to boast about. My parents were mortified, the community disgusted, and the other supernaturals? They loved nothing more than to remind me of my inadequacy. Ugh, talk about feeling like a black sheep in a pack of magic wielders and wolves.
So, what's their brilliant solution? Send me off to the Moonlit Academy, a school for supernaturals with "stains in their records." Seriously, they could've just called it a school for screw-ups. Apparently, it's the only place they think will help me "fit in" with my own kind. Like I need more humiliation in my life.
Everyone expects me to be thrilled about this "opportunity," but let me tell you, Diary, I'd rather spend a century cleaning out the attic than go to that place. But alas, I have no choice. Other schools won't have me since I'm not a supernatural, and my parents refuse to let me attend a regular human school. So, Moonlit Academy it is.
They're shipping me off tomorrow, and I'm not ready for it. The only thing I'm looking forward to is turning 18 soon, so I can finally be free and make my own choices. But for now, I'm stuck—stuck for a year in this supernatural circus, forced to wear a facade of confidence and a feisty attitude to defend myself against all the bullies.
I don't know what's waiting for me at the Academy, but I doubt it's going to be all rainbows and unicorns. And to top it all off, my parents insist on keeping me in the dark about why they're so desperate for me to go there. It's like they're hiding some deep, dark secret.
But enough rambling, Diary. I better get some sleep before I embark on this misadventure called school. Let's see what this hellhole has in store for the supernaturally-challenged misfit that I am. Wish me luck. Or don't, Diary. I'm not the boss of you.
Until next time,
Stella Lockheed
P.S. Seriously, who even names a school "Moonlit Academy"? It sounds like something straight out of a cheesy fantasy novel. Ugh, my life is turning into one big cliche.
