The Last Magician

Different Point of View

The world is an interesting place. That's what I'm starting to find with every flip of the page in this odd chapter of my life. You can look up to the sky and see white blobs made of evaporated water, while other people see horses and flowers and weird stuff like that.

That's what's happening to me too. I used to be the one who saw nothing but white blobs, and now I'm the one who likes to pretend that they're pictures given to us from a God, or someone somewhere far away. It's a nice outlook on life, if not an overly sentimental one.

Ever since I discovered there was magic in the world, I've felt that everything is more special. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

My name is Tokyo, and I am the last Magician.

Some people ask me, "Why Tokyo? Why not some normal name like, I don't know, James or Jack or something?" At this point it's gotten kind of annoying, so I just wanted to get it off of my plate real quick.

My parents are huge nerds. Seriously. I love them to death, but they named me after a city they loved. That was really it. They met there, both there for some sort of convention, and before you knew it, we had two "otakus" who were just meant to be.

And I'm their kid.

Ever since then, I've had two amazing parents who love and accept me. It's really weird though, because I'm so...

I guess I would say I'm messed up. Not like, a sociopath or something. I just feel like I'm a burden sometimes. I don't get as crazy over the top as they do, but at the same time I feel like I can be hyper and annoying. I wish I could live up to how nice they are all the time, even if they can be annoying fans.

We live in my mom's old house she inherited from her parents. They... died in a car crash when I was 9. I was really sad for a while, because I love my grandparents. But I get the feeling they are in a happy place now. My mom feels that way too, she told me.

This isn't really a story about my grandparents though, or even my parents. This is a story of how I came to be. Not just me, but my abilities, my title, how I became the Last.

So, how did I become? I suppose it started on a sunny day not very far into the past. It was a day I would never dare forget, and a fairly good one too. I mean, I almost got blown up, but we all have our ups and downs, am I right? Either way, I had a good time. I even had a friend there.

“This suuuucks…” Tommy rolled his eyes and repeatedly slammed his forehead onto the table. Over and over, like this was some sort of ritual to make the day end.

“Quiet, Tom.” I hissed. “She’s going to hear you.”

“I can hear both of you.” Our teacher said. “Stupid and Skinny, come on up.”

Oh great. Was I stupid, or skinny this time? Perhaps I was both. Although, really Tom should be ‘stupid’, he gets us into this crap at least once a week. He’s the guy who steals people’s underwear and hangs them on flagpoles, I’m the guy who shuts him up.

And laughs inside my head.

Tom is… incredible, and stupid. Really stupid. But I like him anyways. We were childhood friends – still are, considering 15 is still a child. He’s got all the ladies, I’ve got all the smarts. I guess it makes sense. I’m a scrawny, tall guy with dirty blonde hair (why is it called ‘dirty blonde’ and not just dark blonde? I keep my hair clean!)  and freckles, who in general just looks kind of boring and nerdy, with even nerdier parents. Meanwhile, Tom is the person who actually went through with his dieting and exercise plans and ended up being relatively well built, with a face that makes the girls in our class swoon with just a glance. Some people get all the luck.