Narrative Essay About Mana
“Master, it’s time to wake up! You can’t afford to be late for the opening ceremony.” A voice yelled in my ear.
I opened my eyes to see the floating body of a girl staring at me. No, I’m not joking. There was a floating body above me. Normally, people would’ve yelled ghost and ran off but, I’m not your average normal person, far from it. I’m a Prophet, a person who can use Mana in the form of Magic. That floating girl is in fact, a result of Magic. My father was a person who could you spiritual Magic. So he created Tangela, that spirit floating above me as a personal servant of sorts for my 12th birthday. Although, we’ve been more buddies, than master and servant. I threw her a pillow and went back to sleep.
“Five more minutes.”
The pillow smacked her right in the face. Taking it in her hands, she placed it on the ground and pulled off the blankets of my bed.
“Master get up now!”
“Fine fine, jeez I was joking. Also, please stop calling me master. Tangela we’ve been over this a million times.”
“Very well Ma- Elenore. I’ll be downstairs making you your breakfast in the kitchen. Please get ready for school in the meantime.” She then vanished through the floor of my room.
I dragged my half-asleep self to my wardrobe to get changed. I put on …show more content…
I rushed down the last couple of stairs, dashing into the kitchen, where Tangela had just finished placing the food on the table. As we sat down, we silently glared at each other, then our plates, then each other. It was on! We always did this in the morning, seeing who could finish their plate first. As soon as the oven beeped, she and I started to eat like animals. At first, it was shocking to find out that spirits can still eat even though they’re, you know, dead. Since I found that out when I was 12, we’ve always had these eating contests. I took my last bite, slamming my fork onto the plate, pumping my fists into the
I opened my eyes to see the floating body of a girl staring at me. No, I’m not joking. There was a floating body above me. Normally, people would’ve yelled ghost and ran off but, I’m not your average normal person, far from it. I’m a Prophet, a person who can use Mana in the form of Magic. That floating girl is in fact, a result of Magic. My father was a person who could you spiritual Magic. So he created Tangela, that spirit floating above me as a personal servant of sorts for my 12th birthday. Although, we’ve been more buddies, than master and servant. I threw her a pillow and went back to sleep.
“Five more minutes.”
The pillow smacked her right in the face. Taking it in her hands, she placed it on the ground and pulled off the blankets of my bed.
“Master get up now!”
“Fine fine, jeez I was joking. Also, please stop calling me master. Tangela we’ve been over this a million times.”
“Very well Ma- Elenore. I’ll be downstairs making you your breakfast in the kitchen. Please get ready for school in the meantime.” She then vanished through the floor of my room.
I dragged my half-asleep self to my wardrobe to get changed. I put on …show more content…
I rushed down the last couple of stairs, dashing into the kitchen, where Tangela had just finished placing the food on the table. As we sat down, we silently glared at each other, then our plates, then each other. It was on! We always did this in the morning, seeing who could finish their plate first. As soon as the oven beeped, she and I started to eat like animals. At first, it was shocking to find out that spirits can still eat even though they’re, you know, dead. Since I found that out when I was 12, we’ve always had these eating contests. I took my last bite, slamming my fork onto the plate, pumping my fists into the