The Untold Secret: Magic

Prologue

[ 14 | 11 | 2001 ]

Romania

            You’re a freak. The woman covered her pierced ears, a soft whimper came out of her lips. She stood on top of a bridge at midnight, her hair tied up to a messy bun as she stared down the black waters. She was wearing a white night dress, an outfit for a fun night with friends or family. She had left her shoes at her car, not wanting to wear high heels to her suicide. Her emerald orbs were filled with tears, sliding down to her rosy cheeks. She had been crying for a while now, all of her friends had figured out that she was different. A monster in their eyes. Freak! You’re a monster! Get away from me!

“STOP IT!” She screamed as she continued to cover her eyes in terror; she was ashamed. She was ashamed of being different from everybody else. Her hands started on burning up as she had gotten angrier and madder at herself.

Flames were starting to come out of her hands, burning pieces of her dark hair into bright orange. She was dangerous, a monster to even her own. “STOP IT!!”

“Stop what exactly?”

The woman turned behind her as she she a pale figure standing by, a smile in his lips. His dark eyes stare down to her soul as he walked closer to her. Her hands as of instincts extinguished the flames in her hand, good thing it was just starting when he came or else he would have found everything out.  “Is something wrong, Miss?”

“I—I—“ She was lost for words as she blushed red, noticing how handsome the male was. She was enticed by his looks and her heart skipped a bit. She grabs hold of her own hands, as she slightly fidgeted. She was about to move away from the bridge when the man moved closer to her. “S-sir…”

“Suicide. Such a troublesome idea, don’t you think?” He smiled warmly as he reached her hand with his, gently rubbing them softly as he could. Her heart kept on beating faster and faster as he continued to step closer to her.

She was about to ask who he was, when he cut her off. “Pyromancer.”

Her skin grew cold as her eyes widen by his words. He knows. She pulled her hand away from him, causing her to get out-balanced. He smirked and grabbed onto her, pulling out a silver blade from his pocket and stabbed her into the stomach. She gasped as she felt her blood drip on the sword and on her white dress; a tear slid down her cheek as she glanced up to meet his eyes. His dark orbs were now red as his blade was encircled by a gust of orange wind.

“Such an extraordinary power.” He whispered as he slid of his blade and pushed the woman down the bridge.  “I will learn to use it well.”

With that, he left.

The body of the woman fell down to the waters, where a man was resting his feet to the water. He was wearing ragged shorts and a white vest top, like a werewolf in disguise. His cerulean eyes gazed down at the sigh. He panicked as he quickly made his way towards the woman. Observing her for a moment, she was wearing a necklace around her neck, and it seemed to be…

“So…she’s one of them?” He frowned as he tried to heal her with the waters, his frown never faded though. The necklace had an engraving on it, some sort of language he cannot interpreted but knows too well. “A fire one shouldn’t be playing with wat—“

His eyes widen at realization, as he touched her hand. Cold. So Cold. “So I see, he has been here. That chaosmancer. I thought by the accident, he would have stopped. Guess he hasn’t.”

[ 21 | 06 | 2015 ]

New York, Massachusetts

Gabriel. A brunette widen his dark eyes as he jerked up from his bed, his heart was beating fast as his body was sweating. His grip was attached tightly on the bed sheets, as he huffed. He sighed deeply as he closed his eyes, removing his hand from the sheets and to his face, covering them. What was that all about? I thought I heard…