Invitation

Dear Diary,

Today has been quite a rollercoaster in Ebonvale. I got admitted to the town’s school, Ebonlores School. What’s weird is that the school principal, Mrs. Ravenscroft, came to our palace this morning for my admission process. I couldn’t understand why. She’s an elder lady, wearing robes and cloaks with long white hair and dark red lipstick. Her necklace caught my eye; it’s pretty but very different and looks quite heavy, with an ocean blue emerald. But the power and energy in her voice spoke volumes, and I could feel her kindness. She gave me the school invitation later. “Ebonlores” — what kind of name is that?

An hour later, Mr. Lucius Ravenscroft arrived, and to my surprise, I found out they’re married. This was shocking because Mr. Lucius looks so young. I didn’t expect him to be my father’s friend, but well, I shouldn’t judge. I guess I need to be ready for surprises.

Oh, yes, I explored my whole palace. It’s actually beautiful. I chose my room, and it’s the same room as Princess Luna’s. It’s exciting! Mr. Bronzi said not to open her room, but I liked it, so I did. From my balcony, I can see everything. Standing there makes me feel like I’m Princess Luna. The room is beautiful, and everything in it looks like it belongs to her — her bed, dressing room, big bathroom, and a huge window.

At night, it might be difficult to sleep alone, but I’m liking this princess world. I overheard Mom and Mrs. Norse, who lives in the village society here, talking about someone named Black. She mentioned he lived in one of the palaces. In her words, I felt maybe he is the prince or Princess Luna belongs to him. I don’t know…

Throughout the day, I was busy with things, but my mind never left Adam. I miss him a lot.

Tomorrow is going to be my first day of class. As I’m admitted midway, I don’t know if I’ll be able to make friends or not. The school invitation letter says, “Ebonlores School of Arcane Arts, Office of the Headmistress, Mrs. Morgana Ravenscroft.” Her qualifications are listed as Mastery in Potion-Making, Divination Specialist, Ancient Spellcraft, Alchemy, Elemental Mastery, and Contributions to Magical Research. Can you believe it? What kind of school is this? I don’t understand if such things can be studied or even exist. She did masters and PhDs in it.

Mom doesn’t want to hear me out. I think she believes I’m trying to escape from here, just like Mr. Bronzi. Then, in the letter, “Dear Ms. Hawthorne, Congratulations! We are delighted to offer you a spot at Ebonlores School of Arcane Arts. Your academic achievements have caught our attention, and we believe you’ll thrive in our unique learning environment. Enclosed, you’ll find details about the start of the academic year and the school’s location. We look forward to welcoming you into our academic community. Please confirm your acceptance at your earliest convenience and report to the school. Yours sincerely, Morgana Ravenscroft, Headmistress.”

All these things don’t make me feel right. This letter says a lot, and I really miss my previous life, school, friends, Adam, and Maa. I miss them a lot.

I want to go back, but I want to explore this place too. If Adam were with me, this journey would be more exciting.

Yours,
Zoe