I opened my eyes and everyone was sitting straight in their seats stiff as a nail. Willow was waving at me and slumped his shoulders in relief when I looked up. "Miss Courtman is back and is not happy. She meant it when she said she would be gone for a minute because she came back only shortly after she had left." Willow tried to whisper but with the classroom so silent his voice being the only sound, was very audible. His face went bright red and he grimaced as the teacher turned on her heals toward him.
"Mr. Gerick, I think you are an excellent student, talkative, by excellent the none the less so please if you must talk do so in lower tones." Willow nodded, his head held low. Miss Courtman on the other hand gave us all one last look before turning to write on her chalk board.
Control and purpose
That was all she wrote on the board. "We all understand control, so someone please explain purpose." A dozen hands flew up skyward and Miss Courtman nodded to the Kently girl to answer.
"Controlling magic is as easy as lifting a feather, but adding purpose to it is hard because you want to remain in control while letting go of it in order to let your magic work it's, well magic." She leaned back in her chair and looked around for someone to disagree, when no one did Miss Courtman continued her lesson. "Thank you Ms.Kently, now Mr.Nightshade could you please demonstrate your own control and purpose for us?" There it was, the question that always killed me. But maybe just this once I could try using it just to see if the exercise worked in giving me control, I had to find out someway right?
I didn't need to close my eyes to use my magic, I just had to focus on feeling it jolt threw my body. I didn't need to lift a finger because I could feel everything around me. I just needed to think about what I wanted to do in specific. I wanted to lift Willow's desk to my left, and I did just that. The class let out a surprised gasp as Willow began to hover in the air still sitting in his chair.
"You can control wood!" His face was that of surprise and disappointment. I smirked now knowing what I had been afraid of for so long. "I can control and give purpose to matter." I said adding a sly grin.
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The Brightest Dark Magician
FantasyThe world is run by two things, magic and money, Darion had both. My name is Darion. I'm sixteen and run the third section of the black market. I sell magical items that people want but can't get without a little first work being done. I don't have...
