Demon Obsession (Book-2)

Chapter-1

I sighed profusely.

All these words, these figures. It felt so foreign. Still I seemed to worthlessly trying to read this rusty looking book with an evident disinterest as I skimmed through pages.

"Spell is one of a way of to express the magic. Significance of spell lies in using the prefix and suffix with caution. An interchange between them can sometimes be deadly to the caster."

Like I would know what it was to cast a spell.

I looked up from the book.

Charlie was sitting across me. His book was more hefty than mine. But he seemed focus. Way opposite to what I had been.

"It seems you have done reading it." his eyes still on what he was reading. I wondered how he could be so mindful to his surrounding while being enraptured in his task.

"Almost," I lied. And I didn't have a tinge of guilt for it. I would rather live in a remorse of an offense than to read this old, fat book.

He finally stopped looking at the book. His eyes crinkled at their end as he softly smiled at me. "You know you have to read it completely before I teach you a spell."

Why he had to be so insightful? Without looking at me he could tell I lied. And even being caught I felt no remorse. I was shamefully looking back at him with a stoic face.

"Why do I've to learn it?" I asked, there was a sound of an exhaustion in my words. For past one year, he was trying with me. To teach me being a part of this wizardry world.

"Things has changed. So have you. It's only a part of life to embrace the change." his warm smile never faltering while his words were nothing but true.

My eyes lowered to my book as I nodded. Silence against wrapped us as I pretended to read. I was somewhere else in my thoughts. The change that happened.

It seemed magic had always been a part of my life. Though I hadn't had any experience much. But somewhere it was there, in a deep slumber inside me. My birth parents knew it could be a threat for me. Due to the magic I possessed. So they sealed it with their lives. A bond they created. When my birth mother was gone from this world. One seal was broken. Ives weakend the other seal. So that he could kill me. If I had died that magic could have been released in an abundant energy. But I lived. So did Ives. One seal left on my magic. Though weakened than before. But later Ives died. So the seal was completely broken.

Now I had magic too. Just like any other wizard. Well, Charlie didn't consider it like any wizard. I couldn't forget that serious gleam his oceanic eyes held when he first told me about my magic. He told me how exceptional it was. It could be either my foe or my friend. It was on me. I had to learn it.

I didn't understand what was so special about it. But his look had still been etched into my memory to remind me his words were undeniably true.

My eyes flitted to my wrist. A silver bracelet was there flushed to my skin. It was given to me by Charlie. It was to conceal aura of my magic. So that no could know what I beheld in me. He had me strictly warn to never ever remove it.

I couldn't seem to get hold of my magic. It wasn't easy to use. It wasn't anything like bibbidi bobbidi boo with a swing of your wand. It needed an agonizing amount of focus. That every wizard child was taught in the beginning. I hadn't had a childhood casting spells so it was all new to me. I had to grasp it all from the very start. It was always unstable to me. Swayed by my slightest emotion. Broken windows and silverware on fire was nothing new to me. Though it had been on hiatus from the past few months.

My ears perked up as I heard the creaking of door behind me. Charlie looked at the door of his study too. It was rare for him to have somebody enter here with all the ubiquitous books the room had, driving any person away. Though I was exception. I was forced to learn magic here every single evening. Not spared even on weekends.