The old man sighed and gazed at the large white crystal before him as he did every morning. He had a white scraggly beard and gray hairs on top of a balding head. His long, flowing robes were blue and gold, the slippers on his feet strongly resembling squirrels, but it was difficult to tell for a big, fluffy, black cat now stretched and lay on top of her master's slippered feet.
"Nothing." He sighed. "Still nothing." The cat at his feet purred loudly and looked up at the old man with big, intelligent yellow eyes. The old man chuckled and stroked his beard. "Your right of course. There hasn't been a pure magic child in years. All the others...cursed with it. Not born. Not 'built' in, I guess." He sighed again and eased himself out of his old, creaky wicker chair. "Might as well just--" He stopped abruptly as the crystal burst into dozens of colors!
It turned inky black with red streaks racing through it, flashing like fireworks in Summer. It continued to flash a few more times before fading back to the bright white the crystal was before. The man's face darkened and the cat hissed.
"She's awaking." He whispered harshly. "There's no telling how long until she awakes fully...no way at all." The crystal began to change again, flickering several different colors. Silver shone strongly through, followed by a soft blue and a faded light orange. There was a faint yellow flash, then a flash of fiery red orange. His eyes widened. "That's it!" He shouted. "The colors are pure! Hatchzel, you blasted cat, get off my feet! Out of my way!" Some of the colors flared brighter than before, and then the crystal became white again. He quickly pulled on a cloak and his large brimmed, pointed gray hat that was more than a little floppy.
"Come you worthless pest, you shall keep me company!" He picked up a large gnarled walking stick. "We must hurry and find them, they have begun to discover themselves. If we're not careful, others will find them too.." His voice trailed off as the crystal flared a bold silver color and an intense scene unfolded. There was a large house on fire, surrounded by trees, monsters running about everywhere. The old man spotted three small figures fleeing the house before the crystal faded back to white.
He glanced out the window. Smoke rose through the darkening evening sky from far out in the Misty Forest to the north. "Come Hatchzel. We must reach them, all of them. The cat glanced up curiously as the old man continued to gaze out the window.
"It has begun."
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The Magics' Awakening: Book 1
Pertualangan(In Progress) There was once a time when the Earth was inhabited by magical and nonmagical beings living in harmony. Shape-shifters dwelt peacefully in villages on the mountainsides, men and wizards lived off the same land, Witches and other creatur...
