I dont really know what is going to happen in this story, but oh well!
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Magnus pov
I watched outside the limo window with disintrest. It was my fathers fault i was here. He had said that i was getting to spoiled with all the money he let me have, and all the magical items i bought with it.
My fathers the best warlock ever, so he gets paid plenty. As his son, im expected to be a powerful warlock to. Which i am.
But my father decided to cut me off from getting money and sent me to live in some old mansion in this little town no ones ever heard of. Before i left, he said that i would only be able to return home and get my money back when i had found a reason for it.
Whatever.
I saw mansion before we got to it. It was a dull gray, and huge! The dingy old thing looked like cobwebs and spiders would be everywhere, and seemed more of a haunted house than anything.
The butler opened the car door for me and closed it behind me.
"What a wreck." I muttered.
Jameson, the butler, snorted. "Yes. Why your father couldnt pick a better looking place, i dont know."
"I believe he said it builds character." The head maid, Molly, said has she husled by.
I sighed, rolling my head back to look at the sky.
As i did, i noticed a flash of movement from one of the large glass windows on the second floor.
I turned my attention to it.
Large, gray curtains obscured what lay in the room beyond. I didnt see anything there, so i started to turn away, but then a small corner of the curtain was pulled back.
"Is anyone inside yet?" I asked.
"No." Jameson said.
But then who was by the curtains? I tried to see, but the curtains hid them. Except for theyre eyes.
I froze has the big, bright blue gaze met mine.
"Magnus, are you ok?" Jameson asked me.
"Oh, um, ya." I met his worried eyes and smiled. He nodded and went to carry lugage inside. When i looked back at the window, the beautiful eyes were gone though, leaving me to wonder who else was in my home to be?
Alec pov
Who was that? Why was he here?
Had someone actually bought this place? MY mansion?
When our gazes had met, i had felt...well, to be simple, alive. But i have been dead for many years, waiting for my trapped spirit to be freed. The only way i can become actually dead is a spell in a magic book that the clave holds under protection. It has much power, that book.
Many other people have lived or stayed here, and all promised to get the spell and free me. But they all became caught up in theyre own greed. I followed them of course, but they couldnt see me since i can only be seen inside this house, and when i relized they no longer cared, i earased myself from theyre minds.
Would this man do the same?
Would he care?
I had no way to know, so i left the window and drifted up to the attic, my little hiding spot.
Magnus pov
When all the boxes and lugage was inside, i went off to explore, leaving the servents father had sent to unpack the boxes and clean some of the dirt on the floor.
I first went to the second floor. The room that i had seen the windows of was easy to find. Its large double doors opened to a big square room that was empty of everything but the old dusty curtains.
I frown, having wished that the owner of the blue eyes would be in here.
I turned to go, but notice half hidden by the curtains bottoms what looks like a purple owl plushie.
Going and picking it up, i see that It is indeed an owl plushie, with the little bones painted on its face, chest and little wings. On its stomach is a little heart. Ear tuffs sprout from its head.
Looking at the tag, i see its a "Skelitimals". On the back of its head is a zipper and straps to carry it by.
It doesnt look like its been sitting here long.
Could it belong to the blue eyed person?
I dont really want to pry, but my curiosity wins and i unzip it. Reaching in, i pull out a small, silver chained necklace with a glowing red heart pendent.
Next comes out a half burnt and crumbled black and white photograph.
There are five people in it. In the back are two adults, a man and woman. The man appears rather expresionless but there is genuine joy in his eyes. The woman had a weak smile, like she was bored, but still happy.
In the middle of the three in the front of the adults was an exteremly happy looking girl. Her hair was braided and flung over her shoulder. Her eyes shone along with her smile. Each arm was around the neck of a young man. On her left, a confident looking guy that winked at the camera and gave a cocky grin.
One the girls left was a taller man. His hair was dark and fell in his face in strands. His smile was unsure, but happy all the same.
I can hardly see his eyes, but they seem bright and happy.
Afraid the old photo might fall apart, i sit it on the ground gently.
The last, and biggest, thing in the owl backpack is a leatherbound notebook. I open, but its empty. Every single page.
"Magnus! Come see your room!" Molly yells.
"Coming!" I quickly put everything back in and take the pack with me.
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