Never Love A Magician

Chapter Six

' To whom who swallowed a Magician '

' It doesn't matter now because at the end it's the same story - NEVER LOVE A MAGICIAN.'

said Kera all in sweat and blood. Her eyes were different, it was not carrying stars. It was carrying hatred and coldness. She took her scarf and snapped her fingers, everyone was gone. Kera did the Magic but why do I feel this kind of fear? Bilson was not happy for sure, he gritted his teeth and tried to fight Kera. Kera without even looking back dodged his attacks of broken mirrors

{ Kera Narrating as per the diary }

' Bilson! stay where you are, at your position as pet' I (Kera) said widening my eyes as now I don't feel anything. Bilson may be innocent but a threat to me and always be.

Kera- wait!!! Are you alright - are you hurt? Glance was worried about me and the only thing I knew was he shouldn't care about me then why he is here? then why we are here again in this story, loving each other!

' Glance! I'm not hurt nor I'm someone you should care about. '

' Why are you saying that? whose blood is this? '

' Your Father '

Glance moved back, looking and me thinking if I'm the same person. If I'm Her Kera? Bilson was shocked by the news and was looking his hands trying to search something. Glance looked over my neck as the stone won't stop shining.

' Isn't that My Father's Necklace?'

' Yes! but I'm the true owner of it! and these too'

I showed him all the stone which was owned by his family. His mother, father and grandparents. The first thought that came in his mind was the memory of his father dying. He thought it was an accident by the mining site, but it was me, Kera, the unknown power holder.

' I - I don't want to think anything wrong! Please tell me everything- I - I deserve to know the truth'

' The only truth you should never had love me! I'm the true Magician Glance!'

I always was and always will be!

Lines crossed over; Glance stopped. We both were in middle of his house garden. He felt those lines and also the feeling I felt when I didn't have THESE memories and I knew what's is in his mind. I knew how badly he is putting everything in the pieces but can't get it right.

'You are my source and I'm your holder.'

' HOW? he asked

Where should I start? By the time when the story really started? Oh! Glance! why it turned out like this? It's you and me again! again in this life. You might be thinking what happened!

LET'S GO IN PAST WHEN EVERYTHING TRULY STARTED

'Town people knows every story

Some makes love and Some Glory

Magic is rare and so the love

but if you get it

It will be a curse '

The poem was considered as most beautiful poem of our cursed town. I wandered alone in the town because I was exiled by my people for using powers out of the rules but who cares, I never needed them anyway. It was Autumn, when leaves were whispering to me. Telling me to follow it. I ended up in a bar, but I was not afraid of people there, because they were AFRAID OF ME. A young boy came with a bright smile felt like warm sun. It was him! GLANCE. He was a kid probably eight-year-old then. You might me thinking how old was I, myself? That doesn't matter because I was the Magician and MAGIC NEVER GETS OLD