School of Wizardry-Part 2 (Beginnings)

BEGINNINGS

Prologue
You're getting settled into Portsville and life with Uncle Mortimer is interesting to say the least!

Chp1: Go to your first day of non-wizard school
Summer vacation is over and you must go to your first day of classes in the new school. You meet Leanna and Morgan at the bus stop. You and your friends try to avoid Big Jimmy, but he spots you and pushes you into a locker. You try to stay calm, but your anger overtakes you. A pie magically appears out of nowhere and slams into his face.

Chp2: Your first magic lesson with Uncle Mortimer - levitate an object
Although you can conjure magic without your wand, magic with your wand is more focused.

Chp3: Study the History of Magic
Along with your normal non-wizard homework, your Uncle has given you wizard history to study. You learn that for centuries the wizard underworld has been in turmoil.

Chp4: Study potions with your Uncle
Your Uncle takes you into the Mystical Forest to gather basic ingredients. You learn that commonly overlooked shrubs possess magical qualities when combined properly.

Chp5: Avoid capture by goblins in the forest
It seems that Portsville is not your normal town. While gathering ingredients for your potion you get separated from your Uncle. Wandering goblins spot you and chase after you. Run for your life!

Chp6: Escape the never-ending path in the Mystical Forest
While running from the goblins, it seems that you've stumbled into a clearing from which you can't seem to escape no matter which direction you go. Try to escape!

Chp7: Make it back home safely...
Your Uncle finally finds you and leads you safely out of the forest. You'll never have to be reminded to never enter the Mystical Forest alone.

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