Mindmaze Academy – Free Kids’ eBook

Mindmaze Academy:

School for Thought Warriors Most schools had lockers and lunch bells. This one had thought domes, dream forges, and a headmistress who could levitate tea cups with her mind. Mindmaze Academy wasn’t on any map. It appeared only to those whose imaginations burned so brightly, they shimmered in their sleep. Zara Wells didn’t know any of this… until the day her mind saved her life. Zara had always

been “too much.” Too curious. Too loud. Too dreamy. She got in trouble for staring out windows and drawing dragons in math class. Her teachers called her distracted. Her parents called her a “handful.” But Zara knew her thoughts weren’t wild. They were alive. One night, during a terrible thunderstorm, she woke up to find her room shaking — not from thunder, but from something inside her. Her sketchbook was

floating. The dragon she drew in class curled up near her window — real, breathing. She screamed. The dragon disappeared. The room calmed. But a golden envelope now sat on her pillow. It read: > “Zara Wells, Class of the Unseen. Welcome to Mindmaze Academy.” The next day, Zara stepped through her bedroom mirror and into a floating campus suspended in a sky full of glowing moons and mind-clouds shaped

like animals, buildings, ideas. The school itself was a spiral — each level a new chamber for learning: The Chamber of Focus: where thoughts shaped reality. The Hall of Echoes: where fears became visible. The Dreamforge: where imagination was forged into tools. The Silence Spire: where one could battle their inner noise. Zara met her teacher, Professor Lumen, a woman with eyes like candle flames. “Here, we don’t teach math,”

she said. “We teach mental mastery. Your thoughts are not passengers. They are the ship.” Zara gulped. “What if my ship sinks?” “Then,” Lumen smiled, “you’ll learn to build it again.” Zara joined Unit Eleven — a group of six kids, each with different mental gifts: Riko: Could bend memories into illusions Lina: Could freeze time in her dreams Milo: Could summon shields using logic puzzles Amir: Could trap nightmares

in jars Tala: The quiet one — always observing And Zara: who could manifest imagination into reality Their first lesson: “What You Think, You Create.” Zara closed her eyes. She imagined a flying unicorn made of lightning. It appeared. But it also crashed into a tower. “Lesson two,” Lumen said, as lightning flickered in the hallway. “Control what you create.” Things got weird on Day Twelve. Tala started acting different.

She stopped eating. Her thoughts flickered in class — visible through her Aura Orb, a floating glass ball that tracked emotions. Her orb turned black. One night, Zara followed her to the Hall of Echoes. She saw Tala standing in front of a cracked mirror, shaking. Inside the mirror: a massive black creature — tall, shadowy, dripping with smoke. It looked like Tala. “I didn’t mean to make it,” Tala

whispered. “But I feared it. And now it’s… it’s real.” Before Zara could help, the mirror shattered. The creature escaped. The academy shook. Walls warped. Thoughts went rogue. Someone imagined butterflies — and they turned into screaming hawks. A hallway of mirrors began whispering secrets no one had told. Professor Lumen rang the Silver Bell — emergency protocol. “Tala’s fear has become a Thoughtstorm,” she said grimly. “It will consume

the academy unless we collapse it from within.” Zara stepped forward. “I’ll go in.” The teachers hesitated. Lumen shook her head. “It’s too dangerous.” “She made it,” Zara said. “But I understand it. I’ve made things I couldn’t control too. I’ll bring her back.” Zara entered the Maze Core, where thoughtstorms brewed. It was chaos. Memories swirled like hurricanes. Dreams bent sideways. Zara fought her way through shadow-soldiers made of

doubt and bridges that vanished if she didn’t believe in them. She found Tala curled up inside a giant cage — made of her own whispered thoughts: > “You’ll never be enough.” “They only like the strong ones.” “You’re just pretending to be brave.” Zara knelt. “They’re not real.” Tala shook her head. “But I thought them.” “Then think this instead,” Zara said. And she grabbed Tala’s hand. They imagined

light. The fear-creature lunged at them. But Zara focused. Not on fire. Not on weapons. Not on winning. She thought of kindness. She thought of quiet mornings. She thought of the first time Tala laughed in class. Of friendship. Of forgiveness. Light burst from her chest. The creature stopped. Then… it changed. It shrank. Shivered. Became… a small version of Tala, crying softly. Zara knelt again. “It’s just the part

of you that needs love.” Tala picked it up. Hugged it. The maze vanished. And Mindmaze Academy was safe again. Weeks passed. Tala smiled again. The academy began rebuilding. Professor Lumen called Zara into her office. “You’ve learned more in a month than many do in years.” Zara looked at her shoes. “I still mess up. My thoughts run wild.” “Good,” Lumen said. “That means you’re alive. But now you

know — they don’t have to run you.” She handed Zara a glowing cube. > “To graduate… is not to stop thinking. It’s to start choosing which thoughts to believe.” Zara took it. And smiled. Because from that day forward, she wasn’t just dreaming dragons anymore. She was commanding them.

The End