It was a sad day for John, for his mother, Margaret Blakeston, had recently passed. That or she was missing, or she was kidnapped. No one really knows what happened, all they know is that she had been missing for 2 weeks. John's father, William, was even more devastated than John, due to it being only a week from their anniversary. The only thing left at the location of her disappearance was a pile of leaves, withered away from disease. This part is what struck John as odd. In this world, magic exists. While it is uncommon, it isn't unheard of of kingdoms such as his. Even then, the only magic user he knew of in the kingdom was himself. John is able to take away, and give life to plants; now someone else with that power, or something similar, has taken away his mother.
"John!", William called out, "John where are you!"
John was in his room, sulking. He had seen the site of his mother's disappearance. He had seen the leaves. The same leaves that John had made in the past, from taking the life away from a tree for firewood.
"Was it me?", John asked himself. Just the thought of it sent a shiver down his spine.
"No, it couldn't have been me," John reassured himself.
Just then his father came in.
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Curse of the Meadows
FantasySo I had to write a story for my Language Arts class... here it is.