The Truth

Chapter 2

-Cindy-

     I've used magic a lot since I found out I could. I never thought much about it, and it just became something that helped me do everyday things like clean the dishes, cook dinner, or clean my room. I never thought that I'd have to defeat some all-powerful wizard with it. 

     According to Blake, we were taking a plane somewhere in Georgia since being in an airport in Florida is too risky. I don't see how it's any different than a dentists office, but I don't argue. Driving to Georgia is almost a five hour drive, so I practice igniting my fingers on fire. I'm not sure what tricks I'll need to know so I try everything. Magic isn't hard to use, actually. All I have to do is think about what I want to happen, and it happens. But I need to be focused and sometimes things happen involutarily. For example, I had a terrible nightmare one night and almost set my bed on fire. 

     "Get some sleep. We have about two hours left." Blake says and as soon as he does I realize how exhausted all this practice is making me. As I close my eyes, I try not to think about what's happening or all the news that's been dumped on me in the past three hours. 

    I didn't realize I had fallen asleep until Blake is waking me up. My neck and joints are stiff from staying in one position too long but I sit up. The next hour and a half is rushing to catch our plane. After taking lots of medicine to be able to sleep, I get drowsy and don't remember much.

     "Cindy we've landed." Blake shakes me awake and pulls me off the plane. According to him I took too much medicine and I can barely keep my eyes open. Looking around, I'm able to process that I'm in a van until I fall back asleep.

   I wake up and look around. Blake takes my hand and kisses me.

     "Hello, sleepy head." he says and I giggle.

     "Where are we going?" I ask.

     "Washington DC doesn't have an airport so we had to land in Baltimore, Maryland. We're in an airport shuttle right now." he explains. I nod, still too tired to ask any questions. I begin to daydream about being home in my bed when Blake touches my arm.

     "We're here. Do you want to get out and stretch our legs for awhile?" he asks, smirking as I yawn and rub my eyes.

     We get out and I bounce around like a child, pointing at everything I see. There are people everywhere, selling things on the streets, walking to work, or on vacation. I laugh watching a pair of twins arguing over who gets to hit the button to cross the street. We walk past beautiful, huge memorials and I get sad, seeing all the names of the men and women that died defending our country.

     I gasp and run over to a beautiful park next to a reflection pool. There are lucious trees that bloom gorgeous pink flowers. Tourists take picures and admire them, and I stand up on the tips of my toes to smell them.  A sign on the railing of the pool reads Cherry Blossom Trees and gives a brief summary about them being a gift from the Japanese in 1912. To think that people have been enjoying these trees for over 100 years makes me feel so small. Blake notices the way I admire the trees and reaches up to pluck a flower.

     "I wouldn't do that if I were you." I jump and turn around to see a boy around my age leaning agains the railing, his hands in his pockets. I have to stifle a gasp as I take in his features. His hair is a light, chestnut color with natural caramel highlights. His eyes are the most beautiful color of hazel I have ever seen; they brought out his sharp features. The sharp cut of his cheekbones make him breathtakingly attractive, and I have to force myself to look away before I do something stupid like drool. Blake scowls at the boy. If there's one thing he hates more than being told what to do, it was being told by a complete stranger.

     "Why not?" he growled. The boy shrugged as if Blake was more annoying than anything else.

     "It's a sign of disrespect to the residents here...kind of an urban legend or something." he said, sounding bored. I didn't ask how he knew we didn't live here. "But by all means, please take one. I don't envy the looks you'll get from the locals." It was a challenge and Blake knew it. He smirked and plucked one from the tree, keeping his eyes locked on the boy. He scowls and I can tell he's the kind of person to get angry ridiculously easily. As if confirming my thoughts, sparks fly from his fingetips and soon his entire arms are sparkling with electricity. Blake laughs and douses him with water, which is the worst thing to do with electricity.

     The boy gasps and his body begins to shake violently, his eyes rolling back in his head as he collapses. Blake has used his own weapon against him. My hands fly to my mouth, not sure whether I should congratulate Blake on winning or make sure the boy's okay.

     People walk by, looking at him, some hesitating like they're thinkin of calling for help.

     "He's fine." Blake tells thsm and this seems to be enough. I walk over to him and kneel down, touching his forehead. His eyes flutter open at my touch, but random shocks go through his body. His amazing eyes lock with mine and I feel my breath catch. I feel a small shock go through me too, as if he's transferring his energy to me. His eyes are tinted green, with different colors mixed in.

     "Hi." he says, his voice slurred. I giggle at how cute that is.

     "Hello." I blush. We stare at each other for a long time, probably longer than socially acceptable. I hear Blake cough behind me and I help the boy up.

     "I'm Cindy." I say, trying not to blush again. His gorgeous eyes roll over my face and I notice the way he doesn't look anywhere else on my body, even though my shirt is extremely revealing. Classy.

     "Jack." he says, and I smile. I wonder if I'll get to know him better and find myself hoping I do.