Magique Temps

Magique Temps

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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? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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...
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BOOK ONE: Having enough courage to run through the woods and away from the people who convinced me they were saving me was not how I believed I'd spend my day. Yet, there I went escaping from the only place I knew existed in the world. Being held captive was too much for me, especially when these people wouldn't tell me who they were or even who I was. The first moment in my life I recall very clearly. I awoke in a dark room, with recollection of everything that happened in the world except for one thing. I had no memory of myself existing, I didn't know where I was or why these men kept me from leaving. Days after I first woke I asked plenty of questions, and yet none of them were answered. The only thing I learned was that I was not allowed outside because the woods heald the most powerful magic on the planet, the most dangerous magic. It was more than just bad men and curiosity about the forest that got me to leave, it was a pull towards something; towards magic. Once I was in the forest turning back was never an option, so I put it in my head that I'd keep walking until I found a civilization or a nice paved road that would lead to safety. But that never happened because the forest has a force living through it. Believing that the forest held something strange was the easy part but experiencing it myself was something totally different. I didn't expect anything normal but I didn't expect to be completly engulfed into the forest. I was led by an unknown presence that made me truly believe it was a living being, and in fact it is. I was innocent then, but now I know that anything can be hidden under a small platform in the woods with a secret bigger than the world itself. I was given life that day, until it all ended months later; the day I took my last breath.

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