The Essence of Power is Magic-Book 1: The Original Books

Chapter 1

A/N: It's shinigamiking101 (if you are japanese or have watched death note or bleach then you'll know what a shinigami is). Thank you so much for choosing to read my book. Because of that you must be really awesome. I know it may seem boring at first just trust me it gets really good, well at least i think it's awesome but you'll just have to be the judge of that. So continue reading and by the way I'll follow you if you follow me.

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You might think that if something supernatural were to happn to you it would be the most awesome thing that ever happened to you, like I did. But what you don't know is how horrible the dangers you would face are and I found that out the hard way. It all started when I found the package.

My name is Jonathon Cole but I prefer to be called Jon. I am a fifteen year old american male with dark brown skin. I have curly dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. I'm five foot nine and oh, I almost forgot I'm kind of a social outcast. I'm not joking. The closest relationship I have with a person is with my aunt. Part of the reason for this is that I have no mother or father. My mom died(in a 'car accident' as I was told) when I was six and my father left my mom when I was born. Why he did it, I may never know. So now I live with my Aunt Jane in San Francisco, Caifornia and growing up with out a mother or father can leave you depressed.

The other reason I am a social outcast is that in all the schools that I've been to (and I've been to many) most people pick on me and I hate it. In the first four school I tried to make friends but they all stabbed me in the back so I gave up. I gave up trying to make friends because I began to think that everyone was against me and making friends was just a waste time if they were going to turn their backs on me. So I just try to avoid contact with anyone but the process is just going to have to start all over again. Yay me.

This is because I'm transferring to a new school after my aunt decided my last school was not a good one because everyday for three months I would come home beaten up because of a trouble maker named Brian. I dont think it made sense to transfer to a new school because there was only a week and a half until summer break, but at least I wont have to deal with the bullying for long.

On the morning of my first day of my new school my aunt said to me,

"Jon, I just picked these wonderful flowers from the garden and I was wondering if you could go and find me a vase in the attic?"

Before I forget, my aunt is forty nine years old and other thana few gray strands of hair she looked as young as ever. She worked as the manager of a clothing store at a nearby mall and she is one of the nicest people you'll ever meet.

"Sure Aunt Jane," I said

She replied saying,"Thank you, but hurry up your school starts in half an hour and you don't want to be late on your first day, do you?"

"I dont even want to go," I said under my breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing." I said quickly.

I went up the stairs to the attic to start looking for the vase. As soon as I entered the dusty room, my shoe my shoe bumped into a large, heavy box. I recognized it to be the box filled with my mom's old stuff. I've looked through the box a million times looking for more memories of my momother than the fact that she was really kind and very beautiful but so far i found nothing. Then I realized that on the top of the box there was something I've never seen before. On top of the box there was a brown parcel about 13 inches long and 12 inches wide. It didn't look very important so I continued looking for the vase. Five minutes later Aunt Jane shouted up the stairs,

"Jon, If you cant find the vase, it's alright, just come down now."

"Okay Aunt Jane,"I called back

I turned around and to my shock, the same brown parcel that was just in the box of my mom's stuff, was now on the table in front of me and I didn't move it. I was freaking out but not as much as I was when I noticed something else. The date on the package said July 28, 2006 which was the night my mom died, but that wasn't it. The package was adressed to me from my mom and written in red marker, it said 'My Last Wish.'