The Magician

Chapter 1 p.2

"Hurry up Em we're ganna miss it!"

"I'm going as fast as can go," she twists and adjusts her dress; then peddled on.

Every summer the Petersons would host a community fair covering all 600 acers of their land. The Petersons were the type of rich people who take any opportunity to flaunt their wealth. Their family is the richest in town and would often make you aware of it. They would host barbecues and parties featuring live bands and served imported meals from Paris, then speak out of its price.

"We're going to miss the opening show," I said anxiously.

"it's right around the corner-look I see it!" Jack exclaimed.

In turning, my eyes were met with the Petersons residents. I could see the large striped tents erected as a pyramid in Egypt, ever so flapping when caught by a breeze. The sounds of lions and bears echoed through the streets sending large exited chills down my back. Live music blasted the air with its irresistible melody. The smell of hog and southern popcorn overrides my brain, telling my legs to peddle faster. In the distant south side of the property by the bay I could near see the build of the featured event. It usually is an big shot performer from up north valued a small fortune.

"We made it!" I screamed, probably unheard, overpowered by the fair.

We walked on the shined pathway parting the freshly cut lawn up to the door bell. Without ringing the bell the door was swung open and I was welcomed in by Anna and Donald.

"Hello Henry" they called to me. I hated that name. I could feel every muscle in my body tense as the letters formed the word.
The two were inseparable twins, almost impossible to find apart. Anna was a sweet red head with freckles and dimples the size Arizona. For some reason she and Emilia never get along; I think Emilia hates her. Donald was a chubby, stuck up brat who gloats about his wealth, but no one would challenge him. He knew the only reason he wasn't mocked and made fun of was because of his money.

"We didn't miss much did we?" I asked Anna

"No, our dad decided to cheap out this year and hire his brother who thinks too highly of himself after visiting Europe." Answered Donald with a sigh then walking off.

"Come on, I'll walk you to the auditorium. Our uncle says we're all in for a special treat!"

Jack and I follow, Emilia sneered then walked behind us.

I took a second to admire the beauty of the room. The painted ceiling depicted a renaissance story of a man bedding his wife, Jack snickered. My eyes then wondered to the front stage with the floor filled with sand and a tall lecture stand in the middle, the type you see used in debates. The stand just sat there holding an empty silver mixing bowl. On each side of the stage stood two stone eagles; one with a chipped beak.

The lights dimmed and eerie, mysterious music started to play as a man walked onto the stage.

"This is the psycho!" Jack stood up and screamed. He was met with discerning glances and sat back down with his feet crossed blushing.

"Good afternoon, today I am going to show you magic previously unseen."...He pauses, "I assure you, this is no parlor trick."

An assistant poured water in the placed bowl as he rolled up his sleeves.

"What I'm about to perform is a skill of a past world. Though still prevalent, magic is at a decline, much harder to harness."

"...It is quite strenuous, forgive me if I'm unable to finish."

The magician stood behind the stand placing both his hands into the bowl of water. He mumbled to himself what seemed to be a prayer then flashed the water off, as if to dry it.

The audience was silent and captivated by his body's posture and treble in his voice. It was only through their eyes could you see the confusion and wonders on his sanity. It was apparent neither Anna nor Donald knew what was to happen next.

He walked over to a corner placing one hand down to the sand filled stage. Was this man truly a loon like implied? His hand started to vibrate and shake as he muttered what seems to be another language.

The magician, alluring the entire audience slammed his hand down on the stage.

"Awk!" The crowed gasped then settled down in confusion seeing nothing magnificent had happend. Short laughs captured the entire audience. Displeased, the now fluttered magician placed his hands to the sand, this time biting his lip and murmuring "hmmm" sounds.

...This couldn't be real. Yet I stay seated, a witness to an impossible act.