Warlock // Minsung

Magic

Minho P.O.V ((Bringing the fantasy element back into the story))

Magic, magic, magic.

The only thought running through my mind, haunting my brain.

Spending so long In a mundane world was already tough. Having to spend it, surrounded by people, humans, was even harder. I had to go against my natural instincts, my natural reflexes to use magic when needed.  It  felt like a build up inside me, ready to burst banging at my hands.

Maybe this is what my mother meant when she said I wouldn't be able to control my power...
I sighed, running my hand through my hair, staring hard at the ceiling above my head. I focus my attention on the plain white surface, furrowing my eyebrows. I could control myself. I know I can. It's just unnatural, that's all.

I raised my hands in the air, picking up a few items In the room and moving them with magic. A thing I tended to do when I was stressed, or had an excuse to use some power.
Is this what a bird without wings feels like? Completely restricted against the things I needed? My 'wings' had been strained, now only feathers. Oh to be able to freely cast spells,  outside the comfort of my home.

Speaking of which, Felix was currently at the shop, leaving me bored out of my mind. Only to sit here with myself and my thoughts. I huffed out, cradling a ball of magic with no meaning in my hands.

Magic would have power if I spoke the command or code in my mind, otherwise it appeared as pretty orbs of colour. I kept my eyes immersed In the parade of blue and greens, swirling and blending together.  I tilted my head as I created pretty colours and patterns.

I had no need of this power. Most warlocks would grow up to be doctors helping injured or sick underworlders, or any supernatural being. Some grow up to be the 'Higher' Warlocks, those who protect cities against demons trying to invade. Others may just be defenders of wards and help fight demon. Some are simple guardians of Eden. A place of hell and misery. The place my dad was trapped in enterally, and rightfully so. May he never step foot in the mundane world again.

My mother however, wished for me to grow up and become the new Higher Warlock of Seoul, proclaiming I had the powers to do so. She wanted me to take over after my aunt had lost her powers. I'm not sure why she was so certain my aunt would lose powers, I never cared to listen to the explanation, both my mother and her were evil women, two I wish to never see again. My path for the future was unknown, but all I needed to do was focus on the present. I knew I could find something in the future, I was capable.

I shake my head, not wanting to think about this anymore. I had enough stress already, I sigh a little, laying back down onto the bed, resting back down on the pillow.

A ding suddenly sounded from beside me, I picked my phone up in response seeing a notification from Jisung. I smiled to myself lightly, he always messaged at the right time.

However that relief vanished when I remember that I have to tell the mundane about me, y'know, being a mythical being some day. I furrow my eyebrows, wondering how I think the younger will react. Sure , he'll be shocked, I mean who wouldn't be. However, the unsettling feeling in my stomach arose when I think about him being weirded out.

Will he feel unsafe? After all, I am powerful... Would that intimidate him, make him run away?

It hadn't been long since we got together, but I would feel incomplete without the blonde. The one who cheered me up every morning, who got flustered at my teasing, would sadly bribe me into going to my lessons.

He deserved the truth though, and I knew that. The thought of putting him in slight danger panicked me, the underworld was risky to know about. I groaned, I'll think of a plan to tell him safely later.