Bringing Veggie Power To The World- As if

Chapter 9

We must all suffer one of two things: The pain of discipline or the pain of regret and disappointment. - Jim Rohn

Success is not all about money. It's about having the resources and the ability to live the life that you have personally dreamed of. - Pete Zafra

I do believe I am special. My special gift is my vision, my commitment, and my willingness to do whatever it takes. - Anthony Robbins
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Previously~

Not that Corvus new that of course, but the wand maker stopped breathing when he saw him. Lips slightly blue from lack of air, he took a deep breath and turned away from the small, beautiful child.

Shaking his head, Shadrim murmur with no small amount of awe in his voice, "That child is going to rock the very foundations of this world."

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NOW~ (later that same day)

Corvus settled down with his new cane and took out his wand. "Arresto Momentum," he whispered when he knocked a book off his bedside table. The book slowed to a stop and Corvus smiled. His magic came much easier now, and he didn't have to work as hard as with wand less magic.

"Accio pillow," he murmured. A rush of pleasure swept through him and he shivered as the pillow hit him. Humming, he smiled and twirled his wand. He was pretty happy about it, now all he had to do was wait. Just wait for the first of September to come...

Jordyn had found him after a while in the alley and had quickly brought them home. She had apparently lost track of time in a book store and only remembered him when she saw him wondering blindly out side the shop.

Corvus sighed and snuggled into the chair. All he had to do now was wait...

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*Later that night*

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Corvus sighed and looked up at the aura's of the moths fluttering around his room. Believe it or not all things had aura's, even his dresser. And since all thing had aura's he had set out on a mission to name as many as he could and keep their spirit alive.

He named his dresser Barney, his chair was Edward, and his bed was Bob. He had neglected to name his room yet, but he hasn't found a name to fit it, so he skipped over his room and named the bathroom Bertha.

Tom had scoffed at his idea but remained quiet, observing everything he saw, tasted, and smelt, as usual. Tom rarely popped up to say anything, he usually remained dormant in Corvus's head until he or Corvus needed something.

It was kind of isolating really. Corvus didn't really talk to people but Tom was always there, a silent supporter in his operation. One of the moths fluttered up, its graceful aura climbing higher before it fluttered to a stop.

And Corvus stared. Something so silent, so small, that was so graceful... It was almost inspiring.... He sighed and turned around, his eyes closing and his hand clenching into a fist. Something so small, so fragile, could easily be destroyed...

Easily crushed...

Easily manipulated...

So small...

So fragile...

He slowly drifted off to sleep, his mind turbulent with suppressed emotion.

So easily shattered... Like the mind...

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I'm gonna update a longer chapter tomorrow, but for now, Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays!
I know its short but I'll have one longer for New Years!
Hope you enjoy!😊
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Night!

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