JOURNEY INTO THE REALM: The Spell Master (Journey into the Realm Series) Read Free Page A

about my power and how to control it. I had an abstract ability; it meant my ability was not a physical power but a mental one because I could see another’s memories. I was looking forward to this class. I wanted to figure out a way to join hands with someone without immediately seeing their life story. I didn’t think it was right to intrude on anyone’s private life like that. It would be a relief to learn some control.
    My third class was Self-Defense, a required course for all elves because of the war. I didn’t know how much fun that class would be. The last time I had engaged in any sort of fighting had been in the Human Realm while rescuing my sister. I had almost died then, and I wasn’t interested in reliving any of those experiences.
    My final class of the day was another elective called Introduction to Other Beings. During that hour, I would learn about other creatures such as fairies, dragons, dwarves, gnomes, and mermaids. The main reason I requested the class was to learn more about dragons. I wanted to be prepared to take care of my own when it hatched. Learning about other creatures wouldn’t be a bad idea either, considering there were so many magical beings I didn’t even know existed.
    After briefly looking over my schedule, the secretary returned with a tote bag full of supplies. She handed it to me and I put it over my shoulder. The bag was heavy, but the shoulder strap was nicely padded so it wasn’t too uncomfortable. I would take time to look at everything when I got to class. Right now, I was running late.
    We thanked the secretary and left the office. Zora turned to me and gave me a quick hug. “Good luck today, Ramsey.”
    “Thanks, Zora,” I said, feeling nervous again.
    “Now, go to class. You’ll be late,” she warned. She smiled and then disappeared into the crowd of students.
    I took a deep breath and walked to my first class, which was located on the second floor of the castle. Surprisingly, I was early. The classroom looked a lot like one from the Human Realm. It had a big black chalkboard and five rows with four desks in each one. I saw that each desk had a name written across in lovely script. I peered closer and realized the names were all engraved. How the teachers switched the names for each set of students was beyond me. Magic was magic, I guess.
    Slowly making my way around the room, I looked for my own name. Some elves were already in their seats, but a few hadn’t found their names either. When I finally located the right seat, I sat down and plopped my bag on the desk, opening it up to go through the contents. Inside, I found a big book with the title Elfin History . It was all green, like almost everything in the Elf Realm. Elves loved the color green.
    I placed the book on my desk and fished in the bag for a pen and a large brown journal to take notes in class. Satisfied, I hung my bag on my chair and peered over at the desks to my right and to my left. The one to my left had the name Ellie written across the top. The one to my right read Janie .
    A minute later, Janie took her seat. Her black hair fell over her shoulders like a curtain, glossy and neat. Once she finished laying her supplies out on her desk, she looked over at me and smiled.
    “Hello,” she greeted, a little shyly.
    “Hey,” I replied. I wasn’t always great with introductions. After coming to the Elf Realm, my shyness had lessened, but I wasn’t perfect.
    “I’m Janie,” she said, taking the initiative and sticking out both of her hands.
    It was the usual elfin custom to shake both hands when meeting. When the handshake took place, both elves could magically figure out the other’s ability. It was the polite thing to do so there were never any surprises – a way of exchanging trust.
    I half-smiled. “I’m Ramsey, but I must warn you, shaking my hands is not a good idea. That is unless you want me to know every detail of your life.”
    “What?” she asked, startled and