The Sacrifice Of Magic
One
night at the end of magic in the dark ages, ninety nine of the
magical community all gathered one night all around the world. They
all knew that as long as they had their magic they had no hope to be
accepted by anyone. So, the elders of each walk of magic gathered all
of their students and others of their magical community to propose
something that would bring an end to all of this one way or another.
“We
propose that we abandon magic and become normal.” they said to each
of their own.
“What? No!” said one in all.
The elders of them all raised their hand to silence them.
“Please, bare with. I know
what I am proposing is next to blasphemy is to the Church however, I
must also point it out that magic was not for us humans to have and
thus we, rightfully should not even have it! It was given to us by
the black cat Magyk the mother of all cats on Earth. So why ever
should we continue to have it?” they all reminded them.
“Because it is out birthright
of being the descendents of the Original Five!” they stormed before
they left, but one person in this one percent looked back at their
elder.
“And
if you do this then I wish not to have any part in all of this!” he
said then left as the rest all gathered in a circle and joined hands.
“We
all agree to become magic free! We release this final spell to seal
our magic well! Even-though this is very tragic we all want to be rid
of magic! Let our mind and heart have a new start! Now right the
wrong magic be gone!” they chanted as vines came up and ensnared
and wrapped around them. Their hands were forced apart and they then
became cocooned in the vines. Then their bodies glowed like a firefly
and the heat around burnt the ground surrounding aria as smoke rose
up and then. Pop! They shot like shooting stars and landed far away
from the place.
A
man wondered from a local village and looked at one of them.
“Who
are you?” he asked one of the woman. She touched her aching temple.
“I...I...do not know...” she
replied for this was the cost for giving up magic and none of them
knew who they were not even at the final seconds of their life. Not
even their descendents knew or had any magic in them.
The
End
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