Chapter 2

I gazed into my mirror, noting my diminutive height even for my age, my curly red hair, those emerald green eyes, and my pale skin that even now had a natural blush. I then gazed around my room, filled with pillows, weapons, and a myriad of knickknacks that I hoarded. My large and plush bed was messy and unmade, and various things were spread across the floor.

I am now four years old, and nobody knows what to do with me. Every attempt to chaperon me fails to my illusion magic, I can blast open the door when they try to restrain me, and etiquette lessons are hard to teach on trampoline floors. The maids, my parents, and the local town guard are at their wits end.

Nonchalantly opening my window telekinetically, I jumped into the air and flew. Soaring above the ground at extremely fast speeds, I scrutinized the trees below. This continued for some time until I caught sight of a meadow. Landing lightly on my feet like a cat, I looked around the unfamiliar clearing.

I was currently in the Forest of Aberlon. Seventy miles from town and the mansion, it bordered Grahinder on one side with Fae land on the other. This was the first time I've been to the magical forest, as I normally limited myself to training my magic on unsuspecting civilians. After thoroughly researching the recommended magical level for travelling in it, I felt I was ready to take the next step. Currently my goal was comprised of three simple steps.

When meeting local magical fauna, ask them if they would like to have a tea party.

If they say no, display your dominance and power.

Have a tea party with magically summoned cups.

I had surveyed the outer forest from above, but all the Magical were completely uncute. What happened to the pure unicorns? When I saw one I almost didn't recognize the bloodthirsty stallion. It wasn't even white, it was a completely uninteresting gray. Or even the griffons, they were as big as me and beautiful, but had no intelligence at all! They were just unthinking beasts that squawked at me when I flew overhead.

'If I can't go the the Magical, the Magical will come to me.' I thought. Skipping out of the clearing I began the task of getting completely and utterly lost.

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Spinning around with my eyes closed, I set off in a random direction. Occasionally turning and crossing several rivers, I ran across idiotic green little men (goblins), a snake woman that tried to eat me (lamia), and a three headed dog whom I proceeded to play fetch with (cerberus). 

I collapsed on the riverbed as the newly dubbed Po Ta To curled around my form, whining in sinc. "Well this is something you don't see everyday." I shot up, extending my senses and looking around wildly. What I saw made me blink once, twice, and I collapsed back onto the riverbed.

When Sirena's magical power was discovered, she was sent off to the school reserved for echelon. Most would think the school would be in Grahinder, comprised of its important nobles and all, but it was actually in the neutral territory of the Forest of Aberlon. There, the sentient species all over the continent gathered to learn magic in the School of Learning. This included Humans, Fae, Dragons, Dwarves, and Beastmen. Merfolk abstained on the account of their lack of legs, but other then that it was the perfect place for alliances to be formed safely.

This was because of the treaty. All the countries on the continent of Aberlon agreed that nobody was to try to claim the forest, and no race could launch an attack in it. This is why, when I saw the little elf boy about my age staring at me, I felt it safe to ignore him, bar my magical prowess of course.

Still, he looked very familiar... That long, purple hair so dark it was black, those delicate eyelashes and deep black eyes, and that pale skin... Common traits of Moon Elves but the way they were arranged... 

I sat back up and stared at the boy who stared back at me from where he silently sat in front of me. "I'm Mariana." I said.

"Elgar," the four year old drawled.

I was correct, it seemed. Elgar Ak'Yar, a love interest in "Lovely Lolita", had arrived much earlier than expected.

"Would you like to have a tea party?"