Unseen Magic

The Invisible World

Ignoring the warning that echoed in the back of his mind, Aiden focused his energy on the scroll, channeling its power towards himself.

A surge of energy coursed through him, leaving him breathless and disoriented.

He felt a rush of power, a tingling sensation that spread from his fingertips to the very core of his being.

But nothing seemed to change. He shrugged it off, attributing the sensation to the intensity of the spell.

As he walked through the bustling marketplace, Aiden noticed something strange.

People seemed to be staring at him, their expressions a mixture of confusion and fear, but no one spoke.

He approached his best friend, a young witch named Lyra, and asked,

"Why is everyone looking at me like that?"

Lyra's eyes widened, her voice trembling as she spoke,

"Aiden... you've disappeared! I can't see you at all!"

"What?" Aiden exclaimed, his heart sinking.

"What do you mean?"

He rushed to a nearby mirror, but his reflection was gone.

The spell, in its unintended consequence, had rendered him invisible, not just to others but to himself as well.

He could still feel the world, the warmth of the sun on his skin, the wind whispering through his hair, but he couldn't see it.

He was a ghost, a phantom in his own world.

"Oh no," he whispered, a wave of despair washing over him.

"I'm invisible!"

He tried to use his magic, to conjure a simple flame or levitate a pebble, but his spells seemed to fizzle out, their energy dissipating into nothingness.

The world, once a source of wonder and inspiration, had become a silent, monochrome canvas.

He wandered through the streets, a silent observer, watching people laugh and play, their joy a painful reminder of his isolation.

He was a part of the world, yet completely detached from it.

"Lyra, help me!" he cried out, his voice echoing in the empty space around him.

"I'm invisible! What do I do?"

But Lyra couldn't hear him.

He was a ghost, a phantom, unseen and unheard.