End Illusion

End Illusion

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Amber Maclay always did her best to stay away from David Nylund, just as everyone else did. It was common knowledge that he was a freak. It was said that David made a snake hover midair in first grade, and sparkles were believed to glitter above his fingers in the fourth grade. Such abnormal things typically came out of fairy tales and witchcraft. Despite this, Amber had never before doubted that the rumors were true. Nobody who had claimed to see those crazy events could have been so good at acting. However, one day something strange started to happen to Amber. She began to feel drawn to David, as though he was somehow important to her. The sensation was unusually abrupt and seemingly instinctive. Due to this occurrence, Amber decided to find out the truth about David. Little did she know that the truth about him, was the truth about her too. Amber finds herself thrown into a secret world of magic that she was meant to be a part of. Why had she never known of it before? The answer rests with her long lost parents and a mountain of lies.
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When my mother was alive, magic was the only string that kept her and I together. The silly card tricks, even pulling a rabbit out of the hat. It all connected me to her, pulling me into a seemingly better reality than where I was. But in the blink of an eye, she was gone. That string snapped. Magic was only real if you believed, and at that point, it was just a game to me. All it did was provide false hope. I forced myself to keep performing for her, deceive others into thinking that what they saw was real. Seeing magic fill others with joy made me question; why. Why would seeing something impossible make someone so happy? Because seeing is believing. And the closer you look, the less you'll see.

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