To Be Chosen, Not Pitied

I went out to gather herbs less and less.

Most days, I was holed up in my room, buried in ancient magic texts.

It wasn't until the annual Spring Equinox Festival that Isabella dragged me out.

The Church of the Holy Light sent proctors for the annual aptitude trials, and Isabella dragged me from my room.

"It's the annual trials! If you don't go, you might miss your chance to train with the Church, Eva."

The Church of the Holy Light? The trials?

I glanced back at my dog-eared copy of the Codex of Holy Light. After a moment's thought, I nodded.

"I got you a new wand! You can finally throw away that crude thing you always use. You need something better for the trials!"

She pressed an exquisite wand box into my hands.

I spent another day buried in my books.

It wasn't until the morning of the trials that I finally opened the box.

Inside was an ornate piece of junk.

It was a pretty trinket, not a tool. Too many crystals, rough wood. Its mana conductivity was practically zero.

When I looked for my own wand, it was gone.

After a day of reading, my stomach was growling. With no other choice, I took the useless wand and went to the trials.

I had just reached the village square when I ran right into Isabella.

Dressed in elegant white robes, she was chatting with her circle of friends while they waited.

The Church's mages had already set up the magical testing array. A proctor in pristine white robes stood on the platform, his expression stern.

When they saw the wand in my hand, the crowd stared.

"Gods, does she really think she can pass the trial with that thing?"

"It's always the ugly ones who try the hardest. As if a fancy prop could hide what she is. Trash is still trash."

"Is she trying to upstage our Isabella?"

"Hah! Well, she succeeded. As a clown."

"Please. Isabella's wand is laurel wood with a pure mana crystal. Lord Adrian chose it for her himself. And this girl shows up with a toy? She's not even in the same league."

"Everyone, stop it!"

Isabella, smelling of sweet perfume, glided toward me. She grabbed my arm, her eyes wide with fake shock.

"Sister, why would you bring this wand to the trials?"

"It's my fault. I should have helped you choose a proper one."

With that, her eyes reddened.

The onlookers immediately rushed to comfort her.

"Isabella, it's not your fault! She's the one who can't use it right!"

"Exactly! You even got her a new wand. You're the best sister anyone could ask for! Don't blame yourself!"

"Right! I refuse to believe she didn't have another wand to use! This was her choice, it has nothing to do with you!"

Isabella dabbed at the corner of her eye.

"But... she's my sister... How can I not feel terrible, seeing her humiliate herself like this?"

"Next, Miss Evangeline!" the proctor's voice boomed.

I took a deep breath and walked onto the testing array.

"A basic incantation of Light, if you please."

I raised the garish wand and began the incantation.

But the wand channeled nothing. The holy light that should have bloomed from it just sputtered weakly and died.

"Pfft!"

A snort of laughter came from the crowd.

"Is that her Light spell? It's dimmer than a glow-fly!"

"Isn't that the wand you gave her, Isabella?" someone shouted intentionally from the crowd. "Did you set her up to fail?"

Isabella shot to her feet, her eyes glistening.

"The wand I gave Eva was made from the finest materials! The crystals were hand-picked! Don't you dare slander me!"

"How could I possibly want my sister to fail? I want her to pass more than anyone!"

I walked off the platform, a cold smile on my face.

"Isabella, are you done with your little show?"

My words silenced the square.

I walked up to her little clique.

"You," I said, pointing to one of them. "You said you refused to believe I had no other wand. Then, Isabella," I turned to Isabella, "why don't you tell them who took my real wand?"

Isabella was speechless.

In my past life, I would have just walked away, too tired to argue.

Not this time.

"That laurel wood wand in your hand is exquisite," I continued. "A gift from the dragon, I'm sure. But I bet you had a hand in 'helping' him choose it, didn't you?"

"You're such an expert on wands. So why did you pick this piece of trash for me?"

Isabella gasped, covering her mouth. "Eva… you're accusing me!"

"Stop playing the victim." I laughed, shrugging off her touch. "Doesn't it get exhausting? If you're so innocent, then let's go to your room. Right now. We'll see if my wand is hidden there."

Isabella's face went pale.

I turned and started walking back, and when Isabella frantically grabbed for me.

I dodged her easily.

"Eva!" Isabella's tears hit the ground. "Whether I hid them or not, you're tearing us apart as sisters!"

"We'll see about that after we look."

I was almost at her door when a sharp pain flared on my wrist.

I glanced down.

A faint shimmer on my wrist.

A mind-control hex.

The mark was so familiar... I'd seen it on Adrian.

Suddenly, my mouth opened, and words that weren't my own poured out.

"So what if my wand has no magic? I'm more talented than Isabella anyway! I'll show everyone she's a useless fraud!"

"I even threw my own wand in her room to frame her! Let's see you defend her now!"

I clapped a hand over my mouth, horror icing my veins.

The looks on their faces had shifted from mockery to pure hatred.