Chapter 2: Tricks Up His Sleeves

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        "So Wag, why are you here?" Kelly asked, "Well I-" when Wag put his hand down, a blue streak of sparkles shot out and hit a tree, leaving a blue mark. "Magic..." Kelly whispered, "Yeah..." Wag hung his head down, "It's ok." Kelly said. "I can teach you some things about magic." she smiled, "REALLY!" Waglington stood up and a streak of green sparkles shot out and hit the ground. The stray cat yowed, Kelly laughed, "Yeah, but you'll have to keep it down. You know how witches get hanged." she slid her finger across her neck. Wag just smiled. It took weeks of training to just keep his powers in control. Wag was tired, he got 7 hours of sleep those weeks. September came, the summer heat ran away, and the air was getting colder. There was a big ceremony that was taking place, everyone dressed fancy and came to town square. The king and queen were blabbering about something when Waglington was about to sneeze, "Don't sneeze..." Kelly grinded her teeth. Whenever Wag sneezes another beam of magic shoots of of his hands, with many people around who like to burn witches and hang prisoners, it would be the end if they knew he was magical. "AH... AH... ACHOO!" a blast of blonde magic bursted from Wag's hands and formed a sunflower. Some town's people glared at him, some were shocked, but all of them knew what they would do next. "WITCH!" the town's people yelled, "WITCH! WITCH! WITCH!" they got closer to Wag. "STOP!" Kelly screamed, the people looked at her, "was the one who shot that beam." she lied, "But the little one looked like he shot it." a man pointed at Waglington. Kelly took a deep breathe and lied again, "I'm am not a witch, but a demon. A servent of Dianite, I was told to possess this boy. I was backstabbed by my own god, and thus, I will be hanged, not the boy.", tears flooded Wag and Kelly's eyes. "Save your dear time, maiden, because tomorrow you shall be burned." the king announced, "Yes, I accept that." she nodded her head. 

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