There once was a girl named Taylor, who was very studious and strong. Taylor wore glasses, was a little chubby and wore a dark blue sweater with a white skirt.
For a couple of weeks ago, she started to visit an old library, which everyone said was haunted and was cared for by a sweet old lady.
One day, out of curiosity, the blue haired girl investigated the “dark” part of the library and found a big, old book about magic in one of the bottom shelves. This was a big surprise, because she didn’t know that these type of books still existed. Taylor quickly ran and sat in a corner to read it, undisturbed. After looking at some pages, she decided to try one of the spells, thinking that they were not real and that the whole book was a joke. The spell she chose was used to summon a “companion” from the world of shadows. Taylor could not help but chuckle a little bit when she read this.
After stuttering some nonsense words, the pages emanated with a strange smoke, followed by a fire. Taylor quickly threw the book down, burning her hand in the process and walked back, horrified.
This can’t be happening, magic does not exist.
It was safe, she was just having some weird dream. Or at least Taylor thought so, when a shadow with female form emerged from of the flames, as they were extinguished.
“Ahh-!” Was all that Taylor, who was trembling, could say.
After the creature looked around, appearing a bit confused, her eyes focused on the girl and hummed.
“It was you who called me, human girl?” Asked the shadow, with a relaxed, dark voice, as she approached Taylor
“Ahhhm … y-yes?”
“Well,” the spirit slowly sat in front of her, “Please do not be afraid of me. You called me, so now I have to serve you. First, What’s your name?”
“M-My name is Taylor,” she said, while fixing her glasses and reaching out to her servant to give her a handshake “Whats your name, Miss?”
“My name is Rogue,” she answered, as she grabbed the hand. “Or, at least that’s what my creator called me. People around the world use my services, but lately I haven’t gotten many customers.” Rogue looked at the book lying on the young girls lap, and carefully took it, beginning to read.
“Ah… this… where did you find it?”
“On one of those shelves over there…”
“Hm … that is …”
Rogue looked very upset. The tall figure closed the book and put it on the bookcase, starting to think for a moment. How could this book end up in a place so stupid and vulgar? That’s unacceptable. Who let this happen? Why her book?
“E-excuse me, did I do something wrong?”
“No. This is not your fault, unless you were the one that put it here first.” Rogue threw a dark, cold look at Taylor, but then stopped realizing how stupid that sounded. Shes only a small and simple human, she couldn’t do anything like that.
“No!! It is the first time I’ve come to this section!”
“I understand… by the way,” She said, as she looked at Taylor’s hand.
“What is it?”
“Your hand.” Rogue grabbed the dark skinned girls right hand, which was injured, and began to investigate. “When did this happened, master?”
“Ah, recently: after you appeared, I dropped the book and burned me with its flames.”
“…Do you want me to cure it?”
“Wait, can you do that?”
“…Is it going to hurt?”
“No, just relax and let me do the rest,” the shadow said, as she put her hands over Taylors and began to sing. While she sang, a light began to radiate from Rogue’s hands, and it slowly healed the burns.