He sits waiting for the others, they will join him soon. Then he can explain how he knows.
The magic of this world has always been closer to him than to others. Most take it for granted, it is as a constant in this ever changing world. Others ignore it, only calling on it when they need it, like its a dog that would come at its masters command.
Magic has no master, it listens to no being. It is like a force of nature, ever present but always beyond the reach of human manipulation.
He can see the magic that surrounds everything, like an aura or a thread of life. Vibrant on some, dull on others. It swirls, twists and dances even here out in the air.
His friends, being from wealthy nations that had no need of the sight can not see the magic floating around them.
He was not so fortunate or was he. For he has the sight.
The magic spins around him, like a warm hug. It knows him, and he knows it.
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Random Short Stories
Short StoryJust some dribbles, snippets that are too short to do anything else with but bundle together and throw out into the world. If anything catches your eye and you are like OMG continue that, let me know. I need outside motivation to continue these idea...
