Estla

Chapter 2

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"I had a normal life once."

"A life void of pain, of stuggles, of depression, of fear, of hardships."

"A life void of magic."

"I first learned of this 'incredible' thing called, magic, at the age of six. A very talkative little boy around my age had just moved to my town."

"I still remember the crooked smile plastered on his pale, freckle filled face.

"I'm Thomas Ripple, but you can call me Tom." He said to me and held out his hand for me to shake.

I slowly took his hand and he shook it eagerly."

"One thing led to the next and then there we were. The best of friends. He told me of where he came from, of this thing called magic that was very commonly used. I had never traveled outside of the large iron gates that enclosed my town, but his stories of the outside world made me feel like I had."

"He told me of people who could control fire with their minds, people who could make large ice sculptures with just a word, people who could move wind with just a swish of their hand, and people who could do all of these things at the same time."

"We remained very close friends for a long while. We got along like two peas in a pod. Life went just as usual. Everyday was happy and peaceful."

"But that all changed the day of my eighth birthday. The day my happy little life in the small town of Argon was no more."

"It was my eighth birthday and I had been gifted a beautiful china doll. It was a magnificent little thing, measuring about one foot (30 cm) in height. The doll had lovely red hair that was braided and tied with a green silk ribbon. Her beautiful green summer dress, also made of fine silk, matched perfectly with her pretty green glass eyes. All in all, she was the most expensive, and stunningly beautiful thing I had ever owned."

"I gave her the name Suzy, and carried her with me all that day. I loved her fiercely as if I'd had her my while life."

"I was skipping home from school with Tom at my left. I held Suzy out in front of me, admiring her for the hundredth time since I had gotten her that morning, when she was plucked out from my grasp."

"I looked up in surprise to see a boy about twice my size holding Suzy in his large hands.

"Give her back!" I screamed at him.

He swung her around in one hand and rubbed his chin with the other as though he was thinking about it. "How about no." He said.

"Stop that!" I said to him while I watched him swing her around in horror. I reached out my hands to grab her, but he just lifted her out of my reach and bellowed in laughter.

He antagonized me further by tossing her up into the air repeatedly.

"No! Stop it!" I once again screemed at him. "You are gonna drop her and she'll break!"

He laughed even louder and kept on tossing her. We began to attract attention as people started emerging from their houses. I looked over to Tom for support to see that he had disappeared.

I looked back to the boy to complain again. "Stop it! Give me back my Suzy!!"

"Oh, is that her name?" He puckered his lips and mocked me. "Look at me, I'm Suzy and I can walk on air!" He said in a squeeky voice as he shook her around in the air to make it look as though she was actually walking on air.

Then, everything seemed to move in slow motion.

I could see my parents and Tom come running towards me in the corner of my eye, but I didnt even look their way as I watched it happen.

Suzy slipped from the boy's hand and started to fall towards the ground. I heard a sceam, only to realize that it was my own. I reached out desperately to try and catch her, but to no avail. It was too late.

I watched as her pretty little head hit the ground. I watched as she shattered to a thousand pieces.

My vision turned red in anger. I had never been so furious. And then, it happened.

As though my body had gained a mind of its own, I shifted my weight. My arm elegantly swooshed through the air and with a simple flick of the wrist I watched the big boy go flying.

He remained motionless when he hit the floor across the street with a sickening crack.

It seemed as though the whole world froze, myself included.

I slowly took in my surroundings. I looked at all of the people who had come out of their houses because of the commotion, and all the people who were halfway to me with the intent of helping, frozen midstep.

Then, I looked to Tom and my parents.

Their looks of pure terror, I will never forget.

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