The Lost Heir of Ilvermony

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Sorry ma’am I say sliding my hand into her purse turning a corner I make to the bus opening the wallet. Roselyn Quil the driver licence has her as living in Virginia, vacation mostly she has cash. I pocket the money getting off at the next stop I make it an ally where I’ve done this trick before. Putting my hands on the wallet I see the purse it was in, I imagine the hole that made like a puzzle piece missing from the whole. This is kinda hit or miss this time it works or I think it does because the wallet disappears.

Happily I hold on the three twenty dollar bills singing. “Happy birthday to me.”

Back on the streets I move through the crowds today is the fist sunny day in two weeks the rain left the whole city steaming. Now as the sunlight starts to fade I climb up the side of the building I was living in. The last rays have turned the city sky into an ocean of color. The yellow rays fade to orange hue while the clouds are darkened to shade of purple. The building standing black like manmade mountains against the color show. Looking east the harbor is holding onto the light wanting to keep the warmth. If the sun where to shatter into millions of pieces it would look like this. Sparkles of white light on the water do however fade as the orange wonder is taken over by the cool blue of night.

As I come down look at the money it should last me a while. I’ve been in the neighborhood too long I’ll have to move soon. People notice after awhile, they ask why lot. Why aren’t you in school? Why are you alone? Lately there have to two people that are following me I nicknamed them Bonnie and Clyde. Peeking around the corner I see them. The guy is lean more like runner with buzzed hair he’s in suit three piece regular like any other office worker. The woman is more round younger a trainee maybe. Her colors are more pastel like the flowers in window boxes. They’re not cops they’re CPS  workers I’ve heard stories foster homes and group homes from other runaways. They mostly end-up getting catch or going back gangs or homes that care for them. 

I’m hungry it is my birthday after all, I try to be hungry on my birthday. As I enter the pizzaria the two follow me. Sitting at the table I order my food, the waitress knows me well enough not to ask about parents. Eating my food I look out the window watching the two sip coffee in the glasses reflection. I wonder why now? I’m eleven now the older I get the less people see me. Blending in with the street my mind is going to the future. Don’t think about that. I set the money on the table leaving through the back. 

Moving toward the street Bonnie is blocking the mouth of the ally. Turning back I see Clyde at the back door. I feel myself trembling a trash can starts to rattle. “I don’t want to cause trouble.”

Bonnie holds out her hands. “Lyra we don’t want to hurt you.”

“How do you know that name?” I never use my real name, mostly I call myself Charlie. 

Clyde moves toward me. “We know a lot about you how you survived that crash six years ago how your father tried to kill you.”

 “We know why too.” The young woman says coming closer. The trash can lid rattle is syncing with my heart beat wildly out of rhythm I try to control it. Situations like this are happening again I lose control. 

“Back up I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t child just come with us.” Bonnie pulls out a stick it’s sandy colored round the length of ruler. She points it at the trash can turning the rattling lid into a pillow. 

“Lyra we’re like you.” Clyde say coming forward hands still in front I watch him approach me. “Your a witch a powerful one at that if you’ve survived alone. You don’t have to be alone anymore there are lots of us.” He pulls out a wand I know what it is, he offers is it to me.