Magic's Touch

Prologue - My Life's Sad Tale.

When I was only five years old, I first discovered my ability to use magic. My parents weren't surprised. They had magic too.

Back then, I lived on a peaceful little farm on the outskirts of the city. My parents, June and Andrew, raised me and taught me all I needed to know about my magic and life. We lived happily together, safely outside the city's walls, until that one fateful day...

You see, a couple of months after my tenth birthday, my parents got into a terrible accident on their way home to me.

An eyewitness report in the envelope sent to me after my parent's deaths recalled that my parents had been waiting to cross a street and when the light had finally turned green, they began to walk across the road. Screams were heard as an old man with a horse cart lost control and collided into my mom and dad.

They died instantly.

I was never going to see my mother's loving blue eyes, with her long blonde hair tickling my face as she kissed me. I was never going to work side by side with my father in the fields watching his kind face, and green eyes follow my every move as his blonde hair glowed softly in the sunlight. Never again.

After receiving this news, I cried for days or months, rather. My parents Will arrived in the envelope as well, but I left it unopened on a desk, refusing to accept that my parents were gone. Every cell in my body screamed that my parents were not dead. They just could not be dead.

For months, I was devastated. I was a ten year old girl who had just lost her parents. With no other family that I know of, I was alone. I survived on the crops growing in the fields and the other foods in the pantries, but even those only lasted so long without opening my parents' Will.

Finally, I decided to open the Will, but still refused to believe they were gone. In the Will, it is stated that 'Anabelle Draira, daughter of June Draira, and Andrew Draira, is to receive all belongings, property, and money from the deceased.' Tears rolled down my cheeks as I read every line of that Will.

My family isn't a poor family, and so I am able to keep my self financially stable, well fed, and to tend the crops for food and to sell at the market.

At this time, I am sixteen years old, a normal teenage girl, aside from the magic, with blue eyes, just like my mother's, and a cascade of golden curls that reached the middle of my forearm. I had not only kept my parents memories with me, but was in for the adventure of a lifetime.

An adventure, strangely enough, that all started on my parents' farm.