Chapter 1.1 - More Than Just a Branch

One day before Beacon Hall’s opening

The windowsills of Beacon Hall had just welcomed the shine of the evening sun.

The air was still, save for the soft whisper of a broom brushing away the last traces of sawdust—a quiet farewell to weeks of labour. Arlen stood by one of the tables, hands resting on a small bundle wrapped in cloth.

Pip entered, tracking dirt across the freshly swept floor, his cheeks smudged with who-knew-what from running errands all afternoon. “The stools will arrive just on time tomorrow!” he announced proudly, then stopped short when he noticed Arlen watching him with a quiet smile.

“You’ve earned something,” Arlen said.

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Pip blinked. “I did?”

Arlen unwrapped the cloth, revealing a slender wooden wand.

Its surface had been smoothened and sanded to a soft, even grain. It was not entirely straight, but its natural curve gave it a sort of whimsical charm.

“I found the branch out back. Maple—same as mine. I’m no master craftsman, but I figured with a little sanding… it might serve.”

Pip’s eyes widened. “For me?”

“Just a branch,” Arlen said with a small shrug. “But it’s yours.”

Pip stepped forward like he was approaching treasure. He reached out, cradling the wand in both hands as if it were glass.

“It’s more than just a branch,” he whispered in awe. “It’s perfect.”

Arlen chuckled. “It’s a start. Remember, the wand won’t do the magic for you. But it might help you find it in yourself.”

Pip nodded eagerly, eyes not leaving the wand.

“I’ll take good care of it. I promise.”

Arlen scrubbed the boy’s hair with gentle affection.

Pip had been more than a helper these past weeks—he’d become part of the hall’s foundation.

“I know you will.”