Tyana- The Late Bloomer
People watching while strolling in the park occupied most of her evenings. She found great joy and sort of healing effect observing other’s lives, studying their facial expressions while enjoying the night. But this night was taunting her, making her feel angry and more miserable seeing the starless sky and very few wizards and witches in the park.
She settled in a bench under a cherry blossom tree, looking for some interesting interactions. A few feet away from her was a couple having a picnic. The man was swishing his wand to take their things out from the basket and floating them to their mat. Her lady was laughing when he dropped the wineglass almost breaking it. She then took her wand and happily helped him.
Not very far from them was a young teenage wizard wearing glasses while looking at his tablet. He was holding his wand on his right hand while chanting a spell he was reading from the tablet on his left.
She then settled her gaze to a little family of three who’s son was very active playing with his parents. The father then took his son aside and was patiently telling him something. His mother took his wand and guide the boy’s hand on how to flick it and do some magic. They looked really happy and the boy’s eyes were filled with enthusiasm to learn.
“Prolanum Cellabogna!” The boy shouted loudly and after a while, fireworks display started with just a flick of his wand. It just lasted for a couple of seconds, but it brought great joy to the young wizard and his parents who were so proud of their son casting his first spell. The few kids running in the dark night at the park were also delighted to the short treat of the young lad.
It was not a very powerful spell, yet she envied him. They boy was still probably twelve and he could already do magic. At that time, she was still dormant. Now, she was twice that age and she was supposed to make fireworks display that could last for several minutes, but she still couldn’t. Her abilities were still sleeping, no ounce of magic in her at all. She had remained dormant.
Her name was Tyana. But their people called her Tyana- the late bloomer. She was born royal but not fit to be called one. As a royal, you were expected to be great, beautiful and powerful just like her father , Magus Ryker, King of the Eastern Wiccans and his brothers, Princes Rais and Ramis Ryker. Well, she had definitely got the looks but not the greatness nor power.
Everyone in their family and relatives were great wizards and witches. They had brought honor and peace to their kingdom. All of them had their own share of fame and reputation in the field of sorcery. She didn’t have any of that.
And now she had grown tired all all the pity looks and disappointment her family and their people had given her especially her father. He used to look at her with adoration since she was a replica of her late mother. She was an exact copy of her except her raven black hair, which she got from him. All else, she got from her mom- her oval faced beauty, bold cheeks, full plump lips and very expressive eyes, a royalty beauty of the Ryker clan famed in all other Wiccan kingdoms.
But as she grew older, the look of adoration on his face hand changed to sadness and dismay. Her father thought she would inherit her mom’s ability to create potions for their armies to fight days and weeks in the battlefield without getting tired nor losing their powers. Such a magnificent ability worthy of praise and respect. Yet, she didn’t have it either.
She tried so hard. Every time, every single moment, she failed. That was where it all started and declared that the only daughter of King Magus was a failure.
She was just little Tyana- the late bloomer. Hopefully, she would bloom soon. But she knew when it was time to stop trying to become one of them. It was already past her age when all abilities should have manifested. She remembered what her younger brother Ramis told her when she greeted him on his birthday last week.
“I’m now sixteen and have the ability to levitate things as well as myself, yet you still got nothing at twenty-four.” He smirked with disgust and chuckle while his friends nearby laughed and murmured something walking away from her. She knew she was a disgrace, but to be treated like that... If only she could zip their mouths for eternity, she would gladly wish for that ability.
In addition to casting spells, a wizard or witch had one special ability only unique to them. And an even talented sorcerer could have two or more skills. She was told that her mom had 3 quirks; potion making, illusion and erasing memory. She was truly a queen. She wouldn’t be very proud looking at her now. That thought further saddened her.
Even her own family was turning against her. Her older brother, however, was very kind to her and always gave her hope and encouragement.
“Take your time, Tyana. Everything has its own time.” That was what Rais always said and she was holding on to that for a long time. Though not anymore. She realized maybe she was not meant to be a witch or maybe she was just talentless and should start moving on with her life.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the loud cheer of the young lad. Her eyes riveted to his father who was now in a stance ready to cast a spell.
“Prolanum Cellabogna!” All eyes widened to the colorful and big fireworks exploding in the dark sky. Some of which were whirling in spiral and some were shattered into pieces and raining down on them. That was a powerful spell! That was what mature wizard could do, what she could supposedly do and desperate to do.
She sighed sadly as she looked around and saw happy faces of their people. Seeing great spell symbolized power and peace to their kingdom. It showed their greatness and expertise in protecting and maintaining stability in their realm against their enemies.
It was also her desire to protect, bring peace and honor as a princess of the Eastern Wiccan. But the wicked destiny deprived her of that.