The Magician

Chapter 1

I first met him as a boy. He waltzed into my scanty, attached community wearing a purple laced beaver hat, a white stained dress shirt concealed in a vest with 3 purple buttons and dark black dress pants. The look was then made unique with an addition of a charcoal colored bow met in the middle by a purple dot. In his hand he carried a beautifully crafted wand with a long black metal body and a blinding ivory top; in the other he carried a thick, dark, and mysterious briefcase.

As he skipped carelessly and brazenly through this unfamiliar neighborhood he came face to face with me and my two closest friends riding our brand new Jack Taylor bicycles received this Christmas.

"Hey watch it" he called with a mellow yet stern voice.

As usual too scared by the circumstance my two friends Jack and Emilia wore blushed cheeks and lowered eyes, waiting for me to form a response for all of us.

"Sorry mister we meant you no trouble" I spoke innocently yet firm.

"It's alright, no damage done here" and he idly walked on.

"Ey mister" Jack called, "your not from around here."

"No I'm here visiting family" he said uninterested and eager to go.

"What's your name sir" Emilia chimed in.

The man glanced his watch and then responded with a sigh "Alfred the magnificent."

"Who are you visiting!" I quickly joined in.

"What's in the case!" Jack jumps up with a smirk.

"Can I touch your wand!?" Emilia asked while reaching-

Alfred pushes Emilia off then lets out a echoing "CHILDREN!"...there's a two second pause then he while laughing dusts off his vest, picks up his brief case and says "I really must be going"

He carries on his way singing a tone familiar yet too distant to recognize.

"Boy what a loon!" Jack starts

"Tell me about it" snickers Emilia while dusting off her flowery pink dress. While dusting Jack and I quickly notice her now visible bloomers; I look away but Jack's gaze locks on. It's understandable why, Emilia was a fair, rose lipped, blonde always referred to as Rosey Em. She lived on the side of miltreck mountain in a mansion with 20 helpers and 200 acers of land. In the spring we would play in her yard and pick fresh strawberries from her bushes and apples from her trees.

"I don't think he's crazy" I exclaimed. "He seems a simple man with things to do and it don't include entertaining children."

"No way! He had to be insane to push poor ol Em." Jack ringed in sarcastically.

"Maybe he's a little of both" Emilia said, always picking the middle and ignoring the sides. She always does this, never picking in arguments nor conversations.

"Hey! let's get going" I said excitedly, "we're ganna be late!"

The three of us then hopped on our bikes riding into the sunset of what was going to be an exciting day. Instantly we forgot the man in the hat and poked fun at one another as we rode on.