The Witch Twins: The Curse of Magic.

The Curse of Magic

 Sicute and Zane, otherwise known as the Witch twins, lived in a very wild continent: Skywater Hobbitenent. They were Hobbits, and unlike any other, they could do magic. Like Gandalf, just that they weren't humans. And that they were twelve.

They had a pretty normal life, for a person who could do magic, but they had a lotta enemies. They had more friends than enemies, though.

"C'mon, Sie, let's go!" Zane said. "Zane, I'm looking at-" "Dirt?" "No, volcanic ash." "Well, we'll find a lotta-lotta-lotta-lotta-lot in the volcano pool." "Mmm, you're right. Also, can we go to the HobbitYum! Diner? I'm starved." "No problem, sis." "No, actually, I wouldn't say that... look! It's like the tenth tornado today! RUUUN! The magic comes finding us! We can't use it!" "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know! SKEDADDLE!" "Huh?" "I'm studying, while Panic and run!ing! It stinks!" "Yeah, I knowwwwww-ah! Run! It's headed for the neighborhood! We gotta warn em'!" "Yeeaaah! Can we go by p-h-o-n-e phone? It's so much e-a-s-i-e-r easier!" "Quit studying, and try to run and take shel- ahhhhhhhhhh!" "Wait, what's that?" "What's what- oh! That!" "The tornado looks like a blue memory thing, which I think is called 'the Blues'. I think Mr. Lang taught us that one."

"Ya mind not talking about school?!" Sicute asked, hanging on a vine. "Just- wait, look! That is the Blues!" "Omigosh! I'm posting this online! Dang it, the internet's out." "Aw, shucks." "Okay, I have one word right now." "Which is?" "PANIC!" "That sounds great, just about now!" "Wait, Zane? You said that was the Blues, some memory thing?" "Yeah, why?" "I see us." Zane squinted. "You're right." The wind blustered loudly, and whistled a wild song.

Sicute choked out a piece of grape bubble gum. "What am I supposed to tell em', Zane? Hello, myself and the other Zane?" she whispered. "Yeah, that sounds perfect-" He felt a shock go through him. He jumped. "The magic-""Reached us!" Sicute finished excitedly, but a little too loudly. "Um, should we attack it?" "The Blues? I don't think we'd stand a chance. How about we observe? Just. Observe. You catch me?" "Mmm, I think so." "Is that a Mmm as in yes, or Mmm as in yum?" "Both," Zane replied. Sicute heard him munching on a chocolate bar, but he was actually feasting over a buffet. She cleared her throat. She reached for the ice cream bars, which she loved. "Hey!" Zane complained. Sicute grinned. "Okay, I'll eat this, nom nom nom, and then..." She took a chicken nugget and threw it at the Blues. It growled angrily.

Zane looked at Sicute. He whispered, "Gee, sis, that was a bad move." "O magic, dear magic, I hope you hear me, I want to see what the Blues want for Zane and me!" she chanted. Blue lightning shot out of her hands, and a blue foggy mist filled the air. "Is it really the curse of magic? Is this really you, Felicia Ranaughen?" A sinister female voice cackled. "You learn well, Miss Witch. And you, dear Zane? I'd love for you to join me." "But- but-" "It's your choice, Mister Witch. Me, Zach, and the spirit of the Blues, or your sister, and your bloody Hobbit friends." He gulped. Sicute looked into his eyes pleadingly. "Please, Zane, please, don't let go!" she sobbed. Tears rolled down her cheeks and onto her throat. "Yeah... O magic, dear magic, I hope you hear me, I cast this force back to it's puny life with a horse, and I command it to show us what it once did!" "You don't have a- noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" The blue mist vanished, but they still saw the Blues. They saw them. "Um, is that a high school?" "Looks a lot like it." "Mmm hmm. Okay, now, it looks like it's fast forwarding to love and crushes and blah blah blah. Now, a romantic date and a buffet- mmm- and music and a dance." "Don't say and a lot. Just act like it's a comma or something." "Now, first kiss- ew! I don't want us to be kissing!" "Yeah, yuck! It's very romantic, though." "Married, kids, then killed, and that sums that up."

"Wait, killed! Okay, we need this: O magic, dear magic, I hope you hear me, I cast this force back inside its tiny cage to not harm my dear brother and me, I hereby declare it needed to be banished!" "No, child!" a male voice spoke. "We're your parents!" "Mama?" Zane asked. "Pop?" "Yes, yes, my child, yes!" a female voice said. The two twelve year olds reached their hands out to the Blues. "O magic, dear magic, I hope you hear me, I cast this day to fly away and bring back our parents to Sie and me!" Zane chanted.

A male, just a male appeared. "Olleh, chickadees!" he chuckled. "Yrehcaz," Sicute growled. "Zachery," Zane translated. "Long time, no see, eh?" "Whoot whoo-oo you doo?!" Sicute asked. "Actually, the correct sentence would be: What have you done, not me." "Bet us ooo!" Zane struggled. "Never!" His eyes narrowed. "Even if it's the last thing I do."