Julia

  Blue-green dragonfly wings. Two wolves, one white and one bck. A dark carriage passes through the golden gate of a white wall. White buildings, with bright blue roofs. A sign. Academy fifted Witches and Wizards. Forest. Endless forest. A vilge.

  Something rang. Julia turo the other side. Everything was so warm and soft, only this ringing was annoying. Julia pulled the duvet over her head as she slowly woke up. Stupid arm clobsp; She reached out to the unpleasant objed turned off the arm clock. Slowly she crawled out from uhe covers. Stupid arm clobsp; Shortly afterward there was a knock at the door.

  "I'm awake," Julia called and sat down on her bed, yawning. The early m should be abolished. She looked at her arm clock while the servant with the green dragonfly wings came in. She had a serving cart with her on which stood a teapot and a teacup. 10:00 a.m. Definitely way too soon.

  "Your tea, princess." She pced the jug and cup on Juliet's bedside table. "Your mother wishes to have breakfast with you in half an hour. What do you want to wear today?"

  "Something." Julia yawned and poured bck tea into the teeacup. "Put something out of me. The main thing is fortable. Thank you." Julia took the cup into the small bathroom, which was accessed by a nicely decorated door in her room, while the servant walked through another into Julia's dressing room. Julia set the cup down on the sink, scurried into the shower, and brushed her teeth. The on a bathrobe ao her dressing room to drihe servant was already gone. Super. Now the tea tastes like toothpaste... Maybe I should just pour the tea over the arm clock? So that the stupid thing never rings again... But then I would be woken up again in the m by the servants.... Stupid arm clock!

  She put on the clothes that the servant had pced on a small, purple armchair. A yellow summer dress with white embroidery and a light blue, cardigan with half-length sleeves and flower buttons made of light mother-of-pearl. Plus yellow shoes. Way too cheerful for the m. Stupid arm clock!

  Yawning, Julia went into the dining room. There, her parents aer were already sitting at the breakfast table and were involved in a versation. Oable were a coffee pot and a teapot, rolls, ham, cheese, plenty of fruit, butter, and sweet pastries. "M," Julia murmured, sitting dowo Peter. She reached for the coffee pot, ign her father's reproachful look. Coffee is only for adults... B, bh, bh... Cheers to the coffee drinkers. Cheers to me!

  "Coffee is not for young dies, miss." Her father, Friedrich, shook his head. I k!

  "Then I'm not a dy," she replied, stig her to at her father. Peter ughed. "I prefer to drink tea. Does that mean I'm a young dy? Should I put on a skirt?"

  "Yes. And hurry up! Otherwise, your tea will get cold." The queen smiled. "Julia? Have you dreamed somethiiful?"

  "Only voluted. Strangely, it was the same as during the carriage ride. The Academy. A forest. A vilge. But nothily. Just pictures," she replied as she reached for an apple.

  "Pictures?" Her father became perceptive. Her brother and mother also looked at her expetly.

  "Yes. Simply pictures. If I dreamed more, I don't know."

  The queen frowned. "Could you move in the dream, or are the images rather ... appeared? Like a movie?"

  "Like in the movie?", Peter now took part in the versation and piled a lot of cheese on one half of the roll, on which there was already a lot of butter. "Like your visions, Mom?"

  Julia grimaced as she bit off her apple. Visions? As in 'seer'?

  The queen nodded tentedly. "Yes, exactly. That is what I am talking about. Was it perhaps a vision, dear? Since you've seen the same thing twice? In a dream? Did it feel like it had already happened? Or as if it would still happen?"

  As if it would still happen... "I think it was about me. But it was certainly just a dream. o get excited. Just a dream." I don't want to go to the academy, so I dreamed of the academy... Dragonfly wing... Forest... Vilge... That makes no sense. I don't know ah blue-green wings. None of the servants here have such wings. "And? Did anything iing happen while I was away?" she tried to ge the subject.

  "There was a fire i!" said Peter. "It must have bee too hot oil."

  "Exg? Anything else?"

  "I'm a dy from today on and I'm going to wear a skirt," Peter wi her. "What do you think about lemon yellow? Would it look good on me? Or better pink?"

  "Pink," said the queen dryly. "With frills."

  "We should test whether Julia is a seer, don't you think?" her father came back to the subject.

  "It must have been just a dream!" protested Julia.

  "We should still test it," her mother objected. "Why not now. Close your eyes and focus oure. What could the future hold? What will happen?"

  Magic, she had shown herself, could immediately be used instinctively, even if trol and other things had to be learned.

  Julia rolled her eyes. Just to prove it was a dream! She closed her eyes. The future? Is the future set in stone? No. Otherwise, Mother would not have seen the war... What does the future hold? Do I even want to know? ... Yes. I want to know... So dear magic that is not there, show me the future! ... Ridiculous... I'm just making a fool of myself here... Future... What will happen? Show me!

  Agathe

  It had bee quiet ihe room. Julia did not move. Agathe looked expetly at her daughter. And then... At st! Julia opened her eyes. They were snow-white. Misty and not clear and silver, as usual. Magic. She is a seer! My little one is a seer!

  "What the hell," her you son shouted, shaking Julia's arm.

  "Don’t. She has a vision," reprimanded Friedrich. "She doesn't notiy of that now. You 't wake them up!"

  "Seriously?" Peter shook Julia's arm again. Then he looked at his mathe smiled reassuringly at her son. Of course, he had already seen his mother while she had a vision, but he had probably been too young to remember it now. "It's all right. Your sister is a seer."

  Slowly Julia's eyes cleared again and the silver came back, she blinked dazedly. "Yikes. That was strange."

  "What did you see?", Peter wao know and shook Julia's arm again.

  "... The future... I think ... I saw one of the hospitals. There were many ihere. And then there was a wedding. I saw Peter with a big bouquet of flowers and a woman in a wedding dress. She cried. And then there were werewolves, pag bags and leaving their homes."

  "Okay..." Peter grimaced. "The... Isn't so he poor bride? Have you seen more?"

  Julia shook her head. She looked unhappy. "No. That's all." Agathe grabbed a cake and bit into it tentedly. I have a celebration to pn. "Visions are often a bit unclear. Especially at the beginning. You will learn to uand them better aually they will bee clearer. Every beginning is difficult."

  Julia sighed and reached for the rest of her apple. She should eat more. "Is everything alright, sparrow? Aren't you happy?" Agathe got up from her seat to hug her daughter. "gratutions, dear! Yic has been shown. You are a seer! That means you will be attending the academy soon! I'll sign you up right there. The new school year starts shortly after your birthday! gratutions!"

  Marie

  Marie proudly looked at her brand-new suitcase. He was tall. Really big. Everything she wao take with her would fit in there. She would have loved to pack her suitcase today and leave for the academy. But it was still far too early for that. Unfortunately.

  Theo sat on her desk chair leafing through one of her old children's books. "And I really have to go along? To this school? Do I have my own room there?"

  "Mom said there are rooms for servants, yes. But whether you have your own room or share it with someone, I don't know. The Academy ahat."

  Theo looked at her worriedly. "Do you think we'll share a room?"

  "We?" Marie giggled. "No, stupid. Of course not!"

  "Why do I have to go along?"

  "Why?" Marie looked over her painting things. What do I take with me? Crayons? Watercolors? All? "You'll probably help out a lot i."

  Theo grimaced and rubbed his left wrist, where white ors tied him to Marie. He had only received the binding spell a few weeks ago. Before that, he had worn the markings of a temporary spell like his sister still wore. "I? But I 't cook!"

  "What would you like to do there?" I take everything with me! Crayons and watercolors. Then I don't have to buy anything new.

  "I want to learn how to fight!"

  "Fight?"

  "Mom says you'll learn to fight there. That's what I want too."

  Marie grinned and threillow at her fourteen-year-old servant. "Sword fighting and feng, yes. In the first school year, this is mandatory for everyone. Not anymore from the sed. Then I think about whether I want to tinue doing this or not. But I don't pn to join the military, even if I use maniputive magic."

  "What do you want to do then?" Theo threw the pillow back. "Do you want to go into politics?"

  "What I want to do now is the biggest pillow fight of the tury!"