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|The Magic is Lost (standard:fantasy, 2218 words)|
|Author: Anya Lane||Added: Aug 28 2002||Views/Reads: 2130/1424||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Amaya Clearriver is ten when humans recieve magic. It is a wonderful gift for a while, but soon Things swing out of control. At sixteen Amaya decieds she must find someone to help her save her home.|
Like many other children out there I wish magic were real, that I could wave a wand and my homework and housework were done. But life does not work like that and we are taught young that magic is not real. But was it at one point? Were we given this gift and then had it taken away because we could not control our greed? Were there really Unicorns and Dragons? We'll never truly know but many keep hoping that magic will one day be part of our lives. Magic a gift, a prize, a reward. Magic a plague, a death, a corrupter. Which vision is true? Both. Magic can be a gift or a plague depending on how it is used. We, the race of men, unfortunately learned we had chosen wrong to late and we lost the most precious gift we could be given. Here is our story. The sun shone down on the plains and the breeze made the golden grass sway gracefully. Birds flew over head as though they knew what was about to take place. King Leetu stood with his men in the field smiling proudly as the space in front of him glowed red and the portal opened. I gasped at the sight I had never seen anything like that happen before but then again I was only ten. I could just see the ending of a waterfall that emptied into a lake through the portal. A tall man dressed in green robes carrying a black staff stepped through to our world. He walked forward and bowed to Leetu who bowed his head in response. They began to discuss something, which I could not hear from the distance I was at. I moved forward slowly not wanting to draw attention to myself. I could start to make out some of the words. I ducked under the long grass and listened hard. I wasn't actually supposed to be there but I never seemed to be able to follow the rules. For some odd reason King Leetu had warned us to stay away from the plains today. I had not understood since that was a common place for us children to play and we had never gotten into any trouble before. Now I finally saw his reasoning or some of his reason. I couldn't understand what was going on yet so I listened harder. They seemed to be discussing something about a choice. "We have been chosen?!" Leetu asked I could here amazement and great joy in his voice. "Yes your kind will receive the honor of holding magic and creatures that possess magical qualities." The oddly dressed man answered. I took as good as a look as I could from the grass. He was tall and had long white hair and beard. He had a kind feel about him but at the moment his face was very serious. "We are honored. Thank you Malnuwe." Leetu answered with happiness filling voice. "Now remember magic is not a thing to take lightly it is a very serious matter. You must be very careful with it." "Of course." Leetu clearly stated seriously. "We will respect the rules you lay down. Come to the castle and we will discuss them." His tone inviting. "Of course." Malnuwe answered respectably Leetu led the strange man to a horse. I heard them mount on there horses and gallop away. I placed my ear to the ground and waited till I no longer heard the hoof beats then ran from my cover towards home. Just wait until I told my family of this we had waited so long for this day. I remember my Father saying that it would never happen we would never receive the honor of magic. Think of how shocked he'll be when I tell him this. I thought to myself as I ran. I had run out of breath long before I reach home. And I felt as though there were a knife in my side. My heart was beating so fast I thought it might explode. I burst through the door and my parents turned towards the door fear in their eyes that melted away when they saw the smile on my face. I grabbed the laddel from the basin and drank the cool water. It felt good on my dry and scratchy throat. I took long breaths until I could at last I speak. I told them all of what I had heard in the field. At first they all just stared but then my father knelt down to my level and looked straight into my eyes. Click here to read the rest of this story (146 more lines)
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