NOTE: THIS STORY COVERS THE BACKSTORY OF QUEEN MOCHII. READ THE ACCIDENTAL MAGIC FOR MORE DETAILS, IF CONFUSED.
How did all the magic get stolen? Why did we go on a quest? This is the story, a narrative account. It was all crazy, but we have to have an introduction first.
twelve years ago, a wizard was born... and that wizard was named Cheyenne. But, you see, she did not even know she was a wizard. (Wizards can be boys or girls. It's a magic thing. You would not understand.)
But, one crazy day, she got accused of stealing money, while the reality was someone else did it. She got angry, and well- Boom. The guilty one exploded, but I shall not get into the details. The next thing Cheyenne knew, she was doing private lessons with... wait for it... Madame Longnails.
One day, Cheyenne was drawing a picture of a fox chasing a frog, when the mammal and the amphibian jumped off the page! *Me being the fox.*
"A pint of dragon dew..." said Cheyenne, dropping it into her cauldron. Her hot pink cloak contrasted against the brown walls of her house, covered in multicolored potions. I myself was sitting up on my shelf, watching her with a smirk on my face.
"This is great, right Mochii?" I turned around to speak to her, but-she was gone!
"MOCHII IS GONE!" I yelled, although it came out as a squeak instead. (stress these days.)
"What-" said Cheyenne, her potion exploding on her robes. "Aw, thanks." she groaned.
"We have to find Mochii!" I cried. "She could be anywhere!" Cheyenne sighed, and then opened the door from her study. "Come on." she said, annoyed. "Let's go."
We walked/hopped down the winding hallways of her large, magical house. Soon we got to a door:
Mysterious door-unknown things behind it.
it said. "let's see here..." said Cheyenne, fishing out a key. The key turned in the lock, as did the door. It creaked, showing a long, suspicious hallway. Torches lined walls, the ground covered in stone. I squeaked again: "You first."
Cheyenne glared at me, lighting her wand with light. Soon, we continued walking, getting to another door. She opened it again, and suddenly everything was pitch-dark. Couldn't even see the armadillo in front of my face---
wait. ARMADILLO?! I screamed, and realized it was just a painting, as the lights turned back on. (thankfully) There, in the middle of the room, sat a table, with three chairs. On one was a girl, on another was a boy, on the last was...
"Mochii!" I cried, relived. Mochii smiled quietly, and then turned to the girl. "Tell her," she said, and the girl muttered: "Cheyenne, at midnight tonight, your magic will be stolen... forever."