When you leave the only family you have, you become lonely. That's how I feel right now. The pain is even less bearable for somebody like me, who has nobody to talk to, is poor, and has a lot of time on their hands. I wish I would have something other to do than just sit here, trying to pick the complicated locks that lie in front of Lord Crowe's palace. I sat there, giving up on the locks.
"Stupid locks won't open," I murmurred.
Then I saw a figure srrolling through the streets, going towards Ben's Stakehouse. The figure looked like a man, and he was rummaging through his pocket. He pulled out a few things before he found what he was looking for, but what got my attention was a reddish stone, which from here looked like a ruby.
I crept up behind him after he put the ruby back in his pocket and - all thanks to my quick hands - took the ruby- looking stone and crept into the shadows.
This may change my life forever, I thougt.
I imagined me sitting next to sacks of gold, with Sammy sitting by my side.
I starred at my reflection in the ruby.
When I become rich, the first thing I'll buy is shampoo and a comb, I thougt. My hair was really dirty. My bangs were too long also, so I would also have to arrange a haircut.
I went into the steakhouse, planning on spending the rest of my money. This steakhouse was pretty empty, considering it was almost midnight.
That's when I felt a little tingling in my hand. My eye started twitching. Then I realized I was surrounded by black clouds. They were all around me, and I was being sucked down through what looked like the middle of a tornado. Panick rushed over me. I started yelling. The old man who I stole the stone from rushed over.
"What's your name?! Tell me your name!!" I heard the man yell over all the noise.
"Why?! I don't know you!," I responded.
"Just trust me! What is your name?" He shouted.
"My name is Caroline!!!"
I heard him mutter something in a different language. Then he shouted my name and the wind and the clouds dissapeared.
"Who are you and what was that?"
"My name is Alexander Warwick. Caroline, where are your parents?" His voice calmed down.
I gulped. "They died in a fire. Me and my younger brother got out. We weren't exactly rich, so we couldn't buy a new house. My brother . . . . he found a new family to live with. Sammy, my brother, wanted me to go with him, but his step- parents said no. Now I live on the streets."
"Ah, I see. I'll take my stone back now, before it harms you yet again" I gave him his stone.
"Caroline, you will be my apprentice. As of now, you will live with me and learn from me."
"What did you do to free me from the dark clouds?"
"Ah, yes. My stone reacts when somebody takes it. That is magic, my dear. But usually it reacts faster that is why you are special. After you stole my magic stone, it reacted not immideately, but a little after you stole it."
"M-m-mgic??" I sputtered. "You must be wacko. Magic only exists in movies or in books. Magic doesn't happen here in Manhattan."
"Come and be my apprentice. I will prove to you that magic exists. From now on, call me Master Warwick."
