OLIVIA DEATH: the magical wings
PROLOGUE:1582
A woman called Olivia, who died from brutal death from the people that hated magic and socery.Olivia only helped her country from an illness that was killing almost half of her people. She was a healer through magic but people tagged her a witch believing she brought downfall to them from the very first beginning.
Not minding her healing power,the people became bitter they decided to kill her after her trials.
They burn down her home,most of her sorcery books and chemical used in healing and magic ✨
The worst of it all was burning the innocent Olivia alive thinking they burnt her legacy.if only they knew about Olivia's 2 beautiful daughters in the forest... Rita and Nita.
chapter 1
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The princess room was big and beautiful.the walls are painted pink with dots of gold.Matilda was still sleeping when her personal maid gilda came into the room to,she went closer to the bed to tap on the princess lightly.
".everyone wants you at the royal dinning table, pls wake my lady"gilda said
Matilda refuses, screaming loudly to the made"go away you monster"
Gilda afraid,ran back to the dinning to speak to the queen.
Everyone including the king and queen were scared of Matilda and her unladylike behaviors which scares suitors from her.
King Arthur has plans to take her to a school just to learn her manners, though the queen was not in support of it but she has no other choice than to accept.
When Matilda finally got downstairs she discovered her parents talking to a professor about a school she knows nothing about.
"But I don't want to go father"Matilda shouted she sat down and look around her, I'll change I promise.
Author look at Matilda with pity in his eyes but he can't go back on his words
"I've made my choice daughter"........
THE SCHOOL OF MANNERS AND MAGIC
Matilda stood by the royal carriage, arms folded tightly across her chest, her face stiff with silent fury. The sun had barely risen, casting golden light over the castle grounds, but it felt cold—like something was being taken from her. Servants bustled about, loading her trunks while her parents stood a few feet away, guarded in expression.
"I'm not a child," Matilda mumbled to herself, glancing back at the palace she had grown up in. "This is just punishment, not training."
Gilda, her maid, approached timidly. "Please, my lady... try to see this as a fresh start."
Matilda ignored her. Her anger masked something deeper—fear. Not just of the unknown school, but of herself. For months now, strange things had been happening around her. Broken mirrors. Whispering winds when she cried. Flickering lights when she was angry. She had kept it all hidden, even from Gilda.
As the carriage wheels turned and the palace disappeared from view, miles away deep within the Enchanted Forests.
A SCHOOL UNLIKE ANY OTHER
When Matilda arrived at what she thought would be a strict finishing school, she was shocked. The gates were made of intertwined silver and vines. Strange animals roamed the grounds, and towers rose high into clouds that shimmered unnaturally.
She turned to Professor Elric, the man who greeted her parents. "What is this place?"
Elric smiled. "Not just a school for manners, Princess. You've inherited more than royal blood."
He placed his hand gently on her shoulder.
"You've inherited magic."
Matilda blinked.
"What?"
OVER AT THE SCHOOL OF MANNERS AND MAGIC
Rita turned a page. "The prophecy said the royal blood would awaken first. The time has come."
"But she doesn't even know who she is," Rita whispered. "She's not ready."
Outside, a crow perched on a tree branch cawed sharply, and the wind carried whispers through the leaves—faint and magical
Back to Matilda: A School Unlike Any Other
When Matilda arrived at what she thought would be a strict finishing school, she was shocked. The gates were made of intertwined silver and vines. Strange animals roamed the grounds, and towers rose high into clouds that shimmered unnaturally.
She turned to Professor Elric, the man who greeted her parents. "What is this place?"
Elric smiled. "Not just a school for manners, Princess. You've inherited more than royal blood."
He placed his hand gently on her shoulder.
"You've inherited magic."
Matilda blinked.
"What?
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THE BITTER WING
Morgana used to be the favorite.
She was powerful, graceful, and mysterious—a natural leader among the Magical Wings. She could summon storms with her voice and read the intentions of beasts. Everyone admired her. Everyone respected her.
Until Matilda arrived.
At first, Morgana thought little of the spoiled princess with a silver spoon and bad manners. But then, Matilda began to change. She wasn't just another noble brat; she had power—raw, unpredictable, ancient. And worse, Rita had started to notice her.
It started with small things.
In training, Matilda accidentally summoned a wave of energy that shattered stone targets that even Morgana struggled with. During meditation, her aura flared brighter than any of theirs. Even Professor Elric took her aside for private lessons.
But the final crack in Morgana's calm came when Kairo—her long-time partner in both training and love—began spending time with Matilda.
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Kairo was a warrior-mage with eyes like silver fire. Charming, confident, and always standing at Morgana's side… until recently.
Matilda hadn't tried to steal him. She didn't even understand why he kept appearing—offering help during dueling classes, sitting beside her during meals, laughing at things she said.
But Morgana saw it all.
One evening, Morgana caught them by the moonwell, a sacred spot reserved for soul-bonded pairs. Kairo was showing Matilda how to channel moonlight through her palm. She laughed—a sound that made Morgana's heart twist into shards.
"You have no idea what you're doing," Morgana spat, stepping from the shadows. "Stay away from him."
Matilda looked up, startled. "What are you talking about?"
"He doesn't belong to you!" Morgana snapped, eyes glowing green. "None of this does. You're just a royal mistake thrown into our circle."
Kairo tried to calm her, but Morgana turned and vanished into the woods, rage trailing behind her like smoke.
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BITTERNESS BREEDS BETRAYAL
From that day, Morgana's bitterness grew. She began sabotaging Matilda subtly—poisoning her potions during lessons, whispering doubt into Rita's ear, turning the other Wings against her.
But Matilda, though shaken, refused to give up. And one fateful day, during a high-stakes challenge known as The Elemental Trial, everything changed.
As the trial began, Morgana sabotaged Matilda's elemental focus, hoping to embarrass her before the entire academy.
But instead, something awakened.
Matilda's body glowed with a golden aura. Her hair lifted, her eyes turned bright white, and ancient symbols spun around her. The power that surged through her cracked the ground, lifted stone, and parted the storm clouds.
She had entered activation mode—a state only recorded in the legends of magical royalty.
The entire hall fell silent.
Even Rita was speechless.
Matilda collapsed moments later, barely conscious, but what they'd seen was undeniable. She wasn't just chosen—she was prophesied.
Morgana watched, trembling. Not from fear… but fury.
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THE SEEDS OF HATRED
A dark crystal cave hidden in the Cursed Peaks — Nita's lair.
The walls of the cave pulsed faintly with blood-red light. Ancient runes flickered across the stones, feeding off the bitterness and rage in the air.
Sylvia stood at the center, her cloak of black feathers brushing the ground, her silver staff glowing at its tip. Her eyes were sharp and cold, yet something restless swirled beneath them.
She had just returned from training—obliterating a line of enchanted statues in a single breath of magic. But her heart felt empty, incomplete. As always.
Nita stepped from the shadows, dressed in robes laced with serpent scales, her lips curled in approval.
> Nita: "You're getting stronger, my daughter. Soon, even Rita's precious school won't be able to stand against you."
Sylvia turned, her voice firm.
> Sylvia: "When will I meet her? The witch who murdered my father?"
Nita narrowed her eyes for dramatic effect, casting a shadow over her face.
> Nita: "You still wish to see the face of a murderer?"
> Sylvia: "I want to destroy her."
Nita moved closer, placing a hand over Sylvia's shoulder. Her voice dropped to a whisper—calculated, venomous.
> Nita: "She wasn't always this monster, you know. Rita used to be my sister. My twin. We were once... innocent."
> Sylvia: "Then why did she kill him?"
Nita's eyes glistened with false sorrow.
> Nita: "Because he chose me. Your father loved me first. But when I refused to be part of her pathetic 'peaceful world,' she turned on us. I begged her to let him live—but she couldn't handle being second choice."
Sylvia's hands clenched around her staff, her jaw tightening.
> Sylvia: "So she took him from me... from us."
> Nita (nodding slowly): "And then she tried to take you. But I protected you. I raised you. I gave you purpose."
Sylvia looked away for a moment, troubled. A flicker of doubt stirred in her eyes.
> Sylvia: "Then why does something inside me feel... pulled? Like I'm meant to be elsewhere."
Nita gently lifted Sylvia's chin.
> Nita: "That's because she cursed you before I could stop her. That connection you feel? It's a trick. A whisper of her magic trying to lure you back."
> Nita (firm): "You must never let her near you. She will poison your heart like she did mine."
Sylvia nodded slowly, her voice like ice.
> Sylvia: "Then I'll break her before she has the chance."
Nita smiled in the shadows—her plan unfolding exactly as she wanted.
> Nita (to herself, after Sylvia leaves):
"Oh, Rita… when your own daughter casts the first spell against you, perhaps then you'll know what real loss feels like.
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The Poisoned Coven
DAUGHTERS OF THE DARK FLAME
In the heart of a broken castle—shrouded in shadow and protected by cursed winds—Nita stood before her three fiercest students. These weren't children of destiny. They were daughters of vengeance.
Irene was a pale girl with blood-red eyes and the ability to control pain, turning the suffering of others into her strength.why Pear was a shadow-dancer, able to slip through walls, appear behind enemies, and leave a trail of fear wherever she stepped.
Olga was a beast-charmer, who could summon corrupted creatures from the void with just a whisper.
At the center stood Sylvia, the strongest of them all—though she didn't know her true bloodline.
They stood in a circle, cloaked in black robes as dark fire flickered between them.
> Nita (grinning with pride):
"Look at you, my queens of chaos. Stronger than anything Rita's little wings could ever imagine."
Irene scoffed.
> Irene: "They call themselves chosen. Gifted. But they hide in light because they fear what lives in the dark."
Pear stepped forward, eyes sharp.
> Pear: "And now they have a leader. Matilda. That cursed royal. Another puppet for Rita's fantasy of peace."
Olga growled under her breath.
> Olga: "If they think adding one more wing will save them... they're wrong. We'll rip those wings apart."
> Nita (nodding, pleased):
"Let them celebrate. Let them believe they're rising. The higher they soar, the harder they fall."
She turned to Sylvia, placing a hand over her heart.