Magic is not everything

CHAPTER 4

Kasandra recounts

Ooo...not this dream again...
This was the reason  why I couldn't wake up in the morning, this dream had haunted me for a month, and I had no hope that he would leave me alone too soon. I get up from the hard floor of the abandoned church the wind blows through the destroyed windows and doors, this place is ugly, cold, and really scary. I'm starting to rub my hands next to my body to keep it warm ... it's not going well.
Who had so much hatred for this place from leaving it like this in ruins?
Suddenly I hear the song starting to come from all the hidden corners of the church, a violin playing a sad song as if wanting to make this place less scary and it worked great.
God, I want to learn this song so much.
Every time I had this dream I tried to locate the source of the music, but every time I woke up much too late to find out.
Maybe this time I'm lucky.
I close my eyes and focus on the song. Then I realize what I have to do, open my eyes and run away, letting the music guide me like a compass.
From the bell tower, of course, how come I didn't realize earlier? God, sometimes I was surprised at how stupid I was.
I run through the church, not caring about the cold or the fact that my feet are protesting telling me I should take a break, I only knew one thing, I wanted to find out who is the unknown artist behind the song.
I don't stop until I will find him.
I had climbed the wooden stairs to the top of the church.
I'm so close.
I hear the music getting louder and louder. I reach the bell tower, which seems to be the most devastated part of the church. The whole room was in the open field, revealing the dark sky and the stars, the roof and the walls missing  the cold was much stronger than in the rest of the rooms but I didn't care, I had found the author of the song sitting with his back to me absorbed in his own song, he didn't seem to notice my presence. He was tall, I think he was old than me and he seemed immune to the cold. The melody stopped. The boy...or rather the man turned to face me. He had emerald green eyes like mine...what a strange coincidence, but they matched with his black hair, I had to admit, he's a handsome man.
"Hi!" He told me. " I didn't know I had spectators."
His voice was calm and he had left his violin on the desk next to him. I was amazed, I had never been so far in my dream, I didn't know exactly what I should do or say.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" His voice interrupts my thoughts and I say in a low voice.
" I ... excuse me." I say looking at him for the first time. "It's just that as a little my mother taught me not to talk to strangers."
He looked at me compassionately and smiled at me, I didn't know you could impress someone by telling them about your mother.
" Your mother educated you very well, you don't know what insane you can meet in these days."
" Sir, please if you got to know my family you would find out that they are the definition of the word "insane".
He laughed at my little joke and I began to smile.
" How did you say is your name ?"
" I did not say."
Then I changed the subject of the discussion to distract him from this detail.
"You sing very beautiful."
He turned to his violin.
" Thank you, it's a passion of mine."
" I play the violin too."
"Seriously?" 
He seemed surprised.
"Yes, since I was six."
" What a beautiful coincidence, me from the same age."
" Well, you're very talented. "
" Thank you."
There was silence, obviously none of us knew what to say.
" Now that we're getting to know each other better, I think you'd better tell me your name."
" I don't think it would be appropriate, sir."
" It seems that your mother, she also told you that in front of strangers you have to be polite, " he took a short break, "she offered you a wonderful education."
"Certainly, sir."
"How about we make a little deal. What do you say?"
He said, approaching me.
" Meaning? " I had already taken a step in  back and my voice had sounded defensive.  I didn't think he could hurt me, he was nice to me, but I'd better be careful, he didn't seem to mind my restraint.
" I think  now that  we have a conversation, I should know the name of my interlocutor..."
" I know too..."
" And I can tell you mine, and we are no longer strangers. What do you say, does it sound right?"
I was thinking, I wouldn't do anything wrong if I said my name, plus his deal sounded fair and I like making new friends.
" My name is Kasandra."
Smiled.
" Kasandra, a very nice name."
" Thanks, it looks like my mother made a good choice."
" I think she made the right choice."
I had never thought of my name as the right choice, I didn't even know where my mother got  inspiration for this name.
" And your name is..." I say, trying goad him.
He looked somewhere in the skyline.
I wonder what he's thinking.
" My name is Magnus."
"  Ooo...I've never heard such a name."
" Yeah...I don't think my mother was so inspired."
He seemed sad when he said that, and I think I had offended him a little, so I decided to make amends.
" Actually, I think it's an interesting choice."
Smiled. Then he looked at me.
" So, Kasandra, how come you're here? "
" That, Sir Magnus, is a question I've been trying to answer for a month."
" Interesting."
" Do you have an explanation?"
He looked back into the skyline again.
" First of all, Kasandra you don't need to address me with "sir", only now we are friends and secondly still
I don't have any explanation, but I'm sure we'll figure out  together, plus I notice you're a very smart girl."  
I blush despite the cold.
" Thank you, Magnus. "
He smiled again.
God, how beautiful he was when he smiled.
" You're cold? "
" What ?"
"You are shaking."
He had come to me and taken off his jacket. 
" You don't have to do this..."
"  Of course I have to."
And he put his jacket on my shoulders. His jacket was quite wide when I put it on, but I admit it's warmer now.
"Thank you."  I'm starting to blush harder now.
" With pleasure. " 
I avoided his gaze, feeling ashamed. When the saving idea came to me.
"That song you keep singing..."  I was hesitant.
" What's with my music ? " 
" I was wondering... could you teach me how to sing it, please? "
" That's what it was about," he laughed, "of course I'm teaching you."
Now it was my turn to smile. He'd picked up his violin from the desk and given it to me she looked a little bigger than my violin, but I think I could handle it.
" And now ?"  I ask him. 
" Sing."  He says simply.
I was confused at his request, I wasn't a genius, but I knew you needed a score to sing.
" But ... I don't know the notes." 
" You don't need to know the notes." He put his hand on my chest. 
" Just listen to your heart and everything will come naturally."
Okay, his request is weird but I comply so I put my violin on my shoulder and closed my eyes. A sad but beautiful and penetrating song had been heard from the violin. It seemed to me that listening to a song after another world was simply...magical. I open my eyes and stop singing Magnus looks at me full of  admiration.
" It seems that the student is beyond his teacher."
" Thank you."
And then I took him in my arms, he was surprised by my gesture and I think so too, but in response he hugged me and  now I did not feel the cold at all. We broke away from the embrace. And he strokes my hair.
"You are an absolutely wonderful child."
And at that moment I woke up.