When Magic Speaks - NaNoWriMo 2020✔️

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16 years ago...

As a young boy, Kitt never really understood his beginnings. The day he was 'born' was a regular day - a sunny one, but regular nonetheless. There had been no special holiday, no random joyous occasion. Piri had brought Kitt into the world on a simple Sunday. As he opened his eyes, the twinkling dust shimmered around him, the splashing of the fountain behind him twitching at his ears. "Mama," he had cooed, naturally assuming that the tall slender woman who stood before him was his mother.

"Hello, my dear sweet magical Kitt," she chimed, gently reaching her arm out to stroke his cheek. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him, she looked at him as though he were the most beautiful young boy in the world. "My name is Piri. I am your creator."

"Creator?" The young boy, although appearing four years of age and possessing the intelligence of the same age, was helplessly confused. He knew what a ma and pa were but...not a creator.

"Yes," the woman grinned. "I created you with magic. You are magic."

"I am?"

"Yes. You are a very special being. But you mustn't tell a soul, young Kitt. The world will not understand us, we are different. But our differences, our magic, is what makes us strong."

Kitt nodded, though he didn't quite understand. Perhaps he never would. 

Though Kitt was grateful for the life he'd been given and for the time spent with Piri, there came a day (another simple Sunday) when she just...disappeared. He hadn't exactly questioned it, seeing as Piri had always warned him that 'life would eventually catch her'. When he awoke that morning and peered into her empty room, he knew. Luckily Piri had prepared him for this moment. For months she had taught him how to care for both himself and the kingdom of Monmouth. As Piri had always said, "these people are your people. They are your family. Treat them with kindness and care, just as you would with anyone else." And so he had. He carried out the day as normally as he always did. He ate, checked on the trolls, and checked the perimeter. Monmouth was a sacred place, his home. Piri had always warned him of the cruel outside world, that travelling too far would only create chaos. But Kitt always knew that if he walked along the iron gate right as the sun reached its peak, she would walk by. And low and behold, there she was, the most pretty girl Kitt had ever seen. He blinked as he watched as she and her friends rolled down the grassy hills, strands of the earth catching in her fiery head of hair. Kitt smiled - she always had a smile on her face. He liked to imagine he was out there running with them. With her.

It hadn't been long before word spread of the young boy who lived alone in the dark kingdom. Such news spread and travelled fast. And while Monmouth had remained relatively quiet, everything changed on yet another simple Sunday. An older woman, who looked to be Piri's age, had approached the gate. She'd cautiously peered through the iron bars, her weary eyes tracing across the trolls. They stared at her with bewildered surprise. 

"Hello," little Kitt said, staring up at the woman. She too had been blessed with fiery hair, just like the little girl's. Hmm.

The woman looked distracted, shocked as she looked down at the little boy. She seemed to be staring into his eyes for an extensive amount of time. It was as though she was searching for something and when her eyes widened, he knew she'd found it.

"Hi," she whispered, her tone softening as she lowered her head to him. "What's your name, little one?"

"Kitt Pethran, ma'am," he announced, raising his chin to her. The woman almost smiled. "Who are you?"

The woman's eyes, ancient from a lifetime of discoveries, crinkled as she smiled down at him. "I'm...Marma, I was a friend of your mother's."

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