At the sandy sea’s edge, as the day draws to a close. There’s a chase between two siblings. While one hops over stumps, the other slithers around them. Racing through gigantic leaves, they navigate towards the ocean until a tiny log interrupts their daily chase.

The youngest sibling leaps over the log whilst the eldest attempts to go under. She became entangled in the log, resulting in her falling behind. “Naga! Wait for me, you know I don’t have legs like you!” she says, “Oops, sorry Ivy.” The little boy ran back to retrieve his older sister. He grabs her by the waist, dragging her out from under the fallen timber. “Thanks, I think I’m done for now,” says Ivy. “What? But we’re so close.”

“But Naga, I’m tried.”

“Ugh, okay, I’ll admit you did better this time. I hear the ocean all the way from here.” “If only the leaves would stop getting in my face, I would have done even better.” Her statement brings notice to the mud that is dripping down her cheek.

“Hey, is your face okay?” Naga asks. “Oh, my face? Yeah, I’m fine, it sucks though. What if my Prince sees me like this?” “Prince? foolish Ivy. Princes don’t care about your face. They just care about how fancy you look. But if it makes you feel better, a Prince wouldn’t want me ether.” “I guess we’ll have to wait till where older for a Prince to notice us,” says Ivy.

“Hmm, Hey! I have an idea. What if I could make us look like royalty? Then a Prince will have to notice us!”

“Really, you swear? Please say you swear!”

“Yeah! Let’s do it! But first, promise me something.”

“What?” says Ivy. “Promise me we’ll find our Prince together.” “Mmm, okay, but only if you promise a silly little prince won’t tear us apart.” With her pinky finger extended, Ivy locks eyes with Naga.

“You promise me?” “I promise.” says Naga. With their fingers locked, they share a smile. Ivy then pulls her brother in for a hug. “Thanks Naga. Come on, I want to forage for shells to put on a dress!

“Ugh!” Naga trips on his tail, making him plunge face first onto the ground. “Blasted stupid long tail of mine.” After lifting his face from the ground, he picks up the sketchbook he dropped.

Inside is a dress embellished with a layer of pearls. He gives it one final look before closing it again. “Naga, get your butt up and help me with the twins!” “Hmph, I guess that’s enough reminiscing for today. I’m coming mom.” “Naga Ryoto!” “I said I’m coming!”

Hey as you can probably guess from my mom’s screams. I’m Naga, the Naga. In reality, I’m a hybrid between a Naga and a half witch, half dragon person. But let’s not get into that. Now, before you say anything. Yes, it’s weird to be named after your race. It’s like naming an ant, Anthony. Unlike my sis, my mom was the one who named me. Names are not her strong suit. When she glanced at mine and found it amusing, suddenly I was there. Unfortunately, my sister got the superior name-chooser, our dad, and her name is Ivy.

I’m just a normal guy with a not so normal name. A guy seeking a place to grow his talent and perhaps discover something more… I’m losing focus. I was supposed to mention something… right, the school. It all started when my mom came across a school for me to attend.

Naga stumbles down the stairs, almost tripping on his tail again. “Looks like someone finally left his cave. You have a good nap, sleepyhead,” asks Ivy. “Come on Ivy, you know I was working.” “Mom, the cave dweller is awake!” “Well, it’s about time. Naga, please help Ivy set up the table. Where having your favorite for breakfast, flat cakes.” Following their mom’s instructions, the siblings worked together to set the table.

“Come now, children, have a sit. I’ve been meaning to tell you, Naga, Lady Ara informed me over tea that Mortimer has discovered a school.” “Oh, good for him. It’s about time he did.” “I also have another thing to tell you, well ask you,” says His Mom. His mother slides a stack of papers towards him.

“What’s this?”

“Naga, what do you think it is? It’s documents,” says Ivy. “I was hoping you would want to go with him. His such a sweet boy but he can space out some times. He could use some company. Now I’ll give you time to think.” “I’ll go,” Naga says, cutting off his mom. “Are you sure, dear?” “Yeah, it would be nice to spend time with him again. I’ll just go check it out with him later. What’s the place? Is it close?” “Alright, you’re familiar with The Oakwood Academy. The path is nearby. Oh! And orientation is today so get dressed, okay,” says His mom.

“Okay… wait, today!”