Magique Temps

I laid in my bed, my head pounding. I could feel a heartbeat in my throat as my palm rested against it, sleep just couldn't seem to come. I sat up and tiptoed over to my bookshelf, going into my favorite genre, where all your dreams could come true as the stories brought them to life. Any story you could dream of was there, any story you wanted just one quick search and you could find it. My perfect story? A fairytale, a fantasy, anything magical and fake to whisk me away from the bland, real world we lived in. But my favorite were stories about a wizards or witches.

I snatched a book off the shelf, one of my favorites about a wizard named Merlin, and tiptoed back to bed. I opened up the book and I could feel a trembling instead my fingertips, anytime I opened up a good magical book this happened. I thought nothing of t, until tonight. As I read on I reached my favorite part. But I always did feel bad for the poor beasty...

"The Wizard, Merlin, faced the gianormous beast in front of him, the dragon's teeth showed as smoke flared from his nostrils. Merlin gathered all his strength, and shot blue fire out from his palms, vanquishing the beast."

It seemed tonight, that trembled in my fingertips had meaning. For at the end of that paragraph, red sparks shot of of my finger tips, sending the novel flying across the room. Woah, did...did I just do magic?
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Could Isaiah Makal really have magic, or was his whole life a dream? Could he have actually shot out magic? He didn't have a clue on if it had actually happened, but if it had, his time had finally ran out and he was now free to use any magic he wished. What had been holding his gift back before this is the question...