The Bit Bucket

A Transgender Paranormal Romantasy

From the Paranormal Visitor Universe

Chapter 10: The Greatest Sorceress

By Sasha Zarya Nexus

Can Meda and Eva cope with their extraordinary magick and life at Aislinn's College for the Blessed?

Copyright 2025 by Sasha Zarya Nexus.
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The morning light streaming through the crystalline windows of Aislinn's College felt different now—charged with possibility and ancient power. Meda stood before the mirror in their dorm room, still marveling at her transformed reflection. The glamor Isabeta had woven made her appear as a tall, willowy blonde with oceanic blue eyes, but beneath the magical disguise, she could feel something far more profound stirring.

Welcome to Aislinn's College

Isabeta floated gracefully to the center of the thirteen-year-old girls' common room, her ethereal form shimmering with an otherworldly luminescence that commanded immediate attention. The dozen newly arrived students—including Meda and Eva—gathered in a semicircle on the plush velvet cushions, their eyes wide with wonder and anticipation.

"Welcome, darlings, to the most extraordinary institution in all the known dimensions," Isabeta began, her voice carrying the musical quality that marked all spirits. "You've just completed the most remarkable journey imaginable—teleporting from your home planet of Miturna to arrive here at Aislinn's College for the Blessed."

A girl with copper curls raised her hand tentatively. "But where exactly are we? This place feels... different."

Isabeta's smile was both mysterious and reassuring. "Perceptive question, Cordelia. This college exists in what we call the indeterminate dimension—a space between Life and Death itself. It's this unique positioning that allows spirits like myself to remain among the living, to guide and teach you."

Meda felt Eva's hand slip into hers as they exchanged a meaningful glance. The explanation resonated with their recent experience in ways the other girls couldn't possibly understand.

"The college is millennia old," Isabeta continued, gesturing toward the stone walls adorned with tapestries that seemed to shift and move in the candlelight. "You'll notice it has the appearance of an Earth medieval castle, yet it contains all the facilities of a modern women's college—laboratories, libraries, gymnasiums, even a swimming pool, though I do recommend checking the water temperature before diving in."

Several girls giggled at this, and Isabeta's eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Each age group has its own dormitory, and these serve a dual purpose. When you teleported from Miturna, your magical signature guided you directly to the appropriate dorm based on your age and development. It's quite an elegant system, really—no lost luggage or missed connections."

A girl named Petra spoke up, her voice tinged with curiosity. "Has anyone ever been sent to the wrong place?"

Isabeta's expression grew thoughtful, and for just a moment, her gaze flickered toward Meda and Eva. "The magic is remarkably precise, dear. Though I will say that very rarely—and I do mean very rarely—someone with magical ability might find themselves in... alternative accommodations if they don't quite fit the standard parameters. But that's nothing for any of you to worry about."

Meda felt her cheeks warm, grateful that Isabeta was keeping their secret while still acknowledging their unique situation in her own subtle way.

"The important thing to remember," Isabeta concluded, floating closer to the group, "is that you're here because you belong here. Each of you has been called to this place for a reason, and your journey of discovery is just beginning."

Andromeda's Legacy

The memories came in waves throughout the day—not her own, but those of the legendary sorceress whose essence she now carried. During their first magical theory class, Dean Bronwen was explaining the basic principles of elemental manipulation when suddenly Meda found herself remembering techniques that predated the college itself.

"The traditional approach to fire magic involves channeling personal energy through focused intention," Dean Bronwen was saying, demonstrating a small flame dancing above her palm. Her expertise in illusion and magical defense was evident in the way she wove protective barriers around the flame even as she taught.

But Meda could see the inefficiency in the method, could remember—no, know—ways to draw power directly from the cosmic forces that surrounded them. When called upon to attempt the exercise, she didn't just create fire. She called forth a pillar of silver flame that seemed to contain starlight itself, causing the entire classroom to fall silent.

"Extraordinary," Dean Bronwen whispered, her eyes wide with recognition. "That's not standard fire magic. That's stellar manipulation—a technique thought lost for over a millennium."

Eva caught Meda's eye from across the room, her emerald gaze reflecting the same wonder and concern. They both understood what was happening: Andromeda's memories weren't just surfacing—they were integrating, becoming part of who Meda was becoming.

Magical Abilities Manifesting

The manifestations grew stronger throughout the week. During transfiguration class, Meda found herself reshaping matter at the molecular level without conscious effort. In Dean Bronwen's advanced magical defense seminar, she instinctively wove shields that bent space itself rather than merely deflecting attacks. Each display of power drew more attention from both faculty and students, despite Isabeta's glamor disguising her true appearance.

"It's like watching history come alive," Eva said during one of their evening study sessions. "But Meda, some of the professors are starting to ask questions. Dean Bronwen pulled me aside today and asked about your 'unusual magical signature.'"

Meda nodded, feeling the weight of Andromeda's legacy settling more heavily on her shoulders each day. The ancient sorceress had been the most powerful wielder of light magic in recorded history, capable of reshaping reality itself through pure will and cosmic connection. Now that power was awakening within a thirteen-year-old girl who still remembered being Fred just days ago.

"I can feel her knowledge," Meda said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Not just spells or techniques, but understanding. The way magic flows through the universe, how consciousness shapes reality, the delicate balance between creation and destruction. It's overwhelming."

Eva's Transformation

But Meda wasn't the only one experiencing profound changes. Eva's own magical abilities were developing at an unprecedented rate, though in ways that complemented rather than competed with Meda's growing power. Where Meda channeled cosmic forces, Eva found herself connecting with the emotional and spiritual currents that flowed between living beings.

During their empathic studies class, Eva demonstrated an ability to not just sense emotions but to weave them into tangible magical effects. When a fellow student was struggling with homesickness, Eva's comfort manifested as actual golden threads of warmth that wrapped around the girl like a healing embrace.

"You're not just channeling empathy," Dean Molli Rose observed with fascination, her expertise in child welfare evident in how carefully she monitored the emotional well-being of her young charges. "You're transforming emotional energy into pure magical force. That's a gift I've only read about in the oldest texts."

Eva's auburn hair seemed to catch fire in the afternoon light as she practiced, her emerald eyes glowing with an inner radiance that spoke of deep magical awakening. She was becoming something magnificent in her own right—not Andromeda's shadow, but her perfect complement.

College Life Begins

Despite the extraordinary nature of their magical development, Meda and Eva still had to navigate the ordinary challenges of being thirteen-year-old students at a prestigious magical institution. They attended lectures on magical history, practiced basic spell-weaving, and struggled with the complex mathematics that underpinned advanced transfiguration theory.

Their fellow students were a diverse group from across the magical realms—some from Earth's hidden magical communities, others from the crystal cities of Arcturus or the floating gardens of Vega Prime. Most were friendly enough, though Meda noticed that their rapid magical development was creating a subtle distance between them and their peers.

"It's not jealousy," Eva observed one evening as they walked through the college's gravity-defying gardens. "It's more like... reverence? Fear? They can sense that we're different, even with the glamors."

Meda nodded, watching the way other students' conversations quieted when they passed. "Isabeta warned us this might happen. Dean Molli Rose mentioned it too—power recognizes power, and what we're carrying is older and stronger than anything most of them have encountered."

The Aislinn's Cup Competition

After allowing the girls a few minutes to absorb the magnitude of their new reality, Isabeta clapped her hands together, the sound echoing with a crystalline chime that refocused their attention.

"Now then, let's discuss something that will shape your entire experience here—the Aislinn's Cup competition."

The atmosphere in the room shifted palpably, excitement crackling through the air like static electricity.

"Every year, three teams compete for the ultimate prize in our college—the Aislinn's Cup, awarded to the team with the highest overall score across four distinct categories." Isabeta began to pace, or rather float in a pacing pattern, her enthusiasm infectious. "These teams are carefully selected by three of our most distinguished deans, each bringing their own expertise and perspective to the selection process."

Eva leaned forward, her competitive nature already stirring. "What are the categories?"

"Excellent question, Eva," Isabeta beamed. "The four areas of competition are Spirits Magic, Community, Scholarship, and Athletics. Now, officially, all four categories are considered equally important..." She paused dramatically, her eyes sparkling with insider knowledge. "But between you and me, darlings, the real rivalry—the one that gets everyone's blood pumping—is for the Spirits Magic prize."

Murmurs of excitement rippled through the group. Several girls exchanged eager glances, already imagining themselves wielding powerful magic.

"Dean Bronwen oversees Graduate Studies and teaches Illusion and Magical Defense—she has an eye for strategic thinking and raw magical potential. Dean Yseult, our Professor of Metamorphosis, looks for adaptability and transformation capabilities. And our own Dean Molli Rose, who teaches Child Welfare, focuses on heart, determination, and the ability to support one's teammates."

Meda found herself wondering which dean might choose her, given her unique circumstances and the powerful magic she was still learning to control.

"The teams include girls from all age groups," Isabeta continued, "from the youngest eleven-year-olds right up to the graduate students. This creates wonderful mentorship opportunities and ensures that wisdom and experience guide youthful enthusiasm."

"What do the winners get?" asked Cordelia, practically bouncing with anticipation.

"Glory, recognition, and privileges throughout the year," Isabeta replied with a theatrical flourish. "But more importantly, those who truly excel may be granted access to advanced studies. However, the deans are very careful to ensure that academic advancement doesn't disrupt the social bonds you'll form with your age-mates. After all, friendship and community are just as important as magical prowess."

She floated closer to the group, her expression growing more serious. "The selection process begins tomorrow. Each dean will observe you during your regular classes and activities, looking for the qualities that align with their team's philosophy. My advice? Be yourselves. Authenticity is far more valuable than trying to impress with false bravado."

As the girls began chattering excitedly among themselves about which team they hoped to join, Isabeta caught Meda's eye and gave her the slightest of winks—a gesture that seemed to say, You have no idea how extraordinary your journey is about to become.

Ancient Memories

The most challenging aspect of their new existence was learning to integrate Andromeda's memories without losing themselves in the process. The ancient sorceress had lived for over three thousand years before her final battle with Morgana, and her experiences spanned cosmic conflicts that dwarfed anything in recorded history.

Sometimes Meda would find herself in the middle of a conversation, only to realize she was speaking about events that had occurred millennia before her birth as Fred. During one particularly disorienting episode, she spent an entire afternoon convinced she was preparing for a battle against shadow-wraiths in the Andromeda Galaxy, only to be brought back to the present by Eva's gentle touch.

"We need to find a way to balance this," Eva said during one of their late-night discussions. "The memories are important—they contain knowledge we'll need to face what's coming. But we can't let them overwhelm who we are now."

They developed techniques for managing the integration: meditation exercises that helped them distinguish between their own experiences and Andromeda's memories, grounding rituals that anchored them in their current reality, and most importantly, constant communication with each other to maintain their sense of self.

Morgana's Full Awakening

But even as they struggled to adapt to their new lives, darker forces were stirring. The magical disturbances caused by their transformation and growing power had not gone unnoticed. In the depths of whatever realm she had been banished to, Morgana was fully awakening to the presence of her ancient enemy's essence.

The signs were subtle at first—shadows that moved independently of their sources, whispers in languages that predated human speech, moments when the very air seemed to thicken with malevolent intent. The college's protective wards held firm, but everyone could feel the pressure building beyond them.

"She knows we're here," Meda said one evening as they stood on the observatory balcony, looking out at the swirling cosmos beyond the college's reality bubble. "I can feel her attention like ice against my soul."

Eva moved closer, her warmth a comfort against the growing chill. "Then we need to be ready. Whatever Andromeda and Morgana were to each other in the past, we're something new now. We're not bound by their ancient hatred."

But even as she spoke the words, both girls could feel the truth settling around them like a shroud. Morgana's awakening was complete, and her fury at finding her sister's essence reborn was building toward something that would shake the foundations of the magical world itself. The college's protective barriers wouldn't hold forever, and when they fell, the real test of their transformed natures would begin.

As if summoned by their thoughts, a cold wind swept across the balcony, carrying with it the faint sound of laughter—beautiful, terrible, and filled with the promise of vengeance. Somewhere in the darkness between worlds, the greatest sorceress of shadow was preparing to reclaim what she believed was rightfully hers.

The ancient war between light and darkness was about to begin anew, and this time, the fate of all magical realms hung in the balance.