Author's Note: Oh, why hello there. It is very nice to meet you. Jesusrosefromthedead is my name. :) HorseGirl784 had to leave fanfiction, so she let me take over her fanfic. I'm re-uploading the original chapters first before I start updating, so sorry if you're looking for an update. I'm excited to start writing more to this. Hopefully, I'll do well. :D BTW, I like smileys. XD
Jealousy Looks Good on a Wizard/ My Life, My Wizard
Chapter 1
Wizard's PoV
The midnight sky was an inky black color, laced with the lighter shades of grey of little wanna-be clouds that didn't have the time to flee before the sun sank below the horizon. A cool summer's night breeze blew across the beach, ruffling my hair and sending it into my eyes, distorting my view a little. Brushing it aside, I continued to stare at the navy velvet canopy above me, watching the billions of twinkling stars.
You've probably guessed who I am by now. Harmonica Town's very own "fortune teller". Goodness, I despise that title with a passion. I am no mere fortune teller. My abilities extend far beyond peering into my crystal ball and searching for the petty interests and wants of shallow mortals. I am Wizard. And, as you can probably tell from my blatantly obvious name, I am a wizard. If you haven't guessed that by now, you are just as thick-skulled as the people living here. You say "wizard", they think "crystal balls" and "telling cards" and other voodoo jargon that has no bearing whatsoever with magic. True magic. The kind that I am skilled in.
I heaved a sigh as I continued to stare at the sky, picking out ancient constellations and watching them turn as the planet rotated. I was lying on the beach, by myself, as usual. Nothing had changed since I had moved here so many years ago. Except, perhaps, the very island itself. I ran my fingers through the sand and continued to watch the canopy of stars, engrossed in trying to figure out what mysteries they might be withholding.
It was completely silent at this time of night. Nobody, besides myself and occasionally Vivi, would even try to stay up just to stare at some inanimate objects billions of light-years away. But the universe had always fascinated me, ever since I was a young boy. A young, mortal boy. But I was forever barred from that life now. I couldn't go back even if I tried, and believe me, I have. So many times.
The quiet made it too easy for my mind to wander to other things. Castanet, my home for almost five hundred years, was failing. The land had lost its fertility, the ocean waters were rough and hardly worth sailing, the fires had vanished and the Harvest King was nowhere to be found. I gritted my teeth together at that last thought and clenched my fists on my thighs in frustration. Cephia was distraught by her brother's fading and her own weakness, and I could do nothing to bring him back or ease her grief. This aggravated and pained me to no end; I usually had no trouble with magic; I was more powerful than even Cephia, but she would never tell you that. I couldn't understand what was wrong and why I couldn't fix it.
I sighed again and turned my attention back towards the stars, noting a new pattern in them. I grabbed my constellation book and journal, and, finding the name, quickly sketched it out on a blank page. Said blank spots were getting harder and harder to find; I had way too much free-time on my hands for it to be healthy. I guess I could try and befriend the townspeople, but they irritated me. Fortune teller. I scoffed every time I heard that name slip from their mouths. Unfortunately, they now thought I was a rude, arrogant, jerkish type person who kept to himself. Which was partially true, I guess. I am not rude or arrogant, but I do keep to myself. A lot. A whole lot more than I should.
I tossed my journal away and began to leaf through my book. The sound of faint footfalls behind me, though, caught my interest and I turned around, only to be confronted with gleaming silver hair not unlike my own, and vibrant orange eyes. I let my face slip into a scowl as the witch approached. We had never gotten along and most certainly never would. She was an air-headed, cocky and self-absorbed woman who got on my last nerve and pushed buttons I didn't even know I had.
"Gale," she snapped, crossing her arms and tapping her foot. Her classic witch's hat was slightly askew from the breeze. "Why are you here?"
I rolled my eyes, since my back was to her and she couldn't see. "I'm always here. You're the one who's intruding. So, if you don't mind," I turned to glare in her direction. "Leave."
Vivi stomped her foot childishly as she glared right back at me. "That's not what I meant."
"Then say what you mean and then leave."
I kept my voice flat but let it sound annoyed towards the end. The silver-haired nuisance continued to scowl and stamp her feet like a child throwing a fit. I was slightly amused by this, but my secret twinge of mirth vanished at her next words. "Why aren't you out helping Ignis and Cephia instead of sitting here sulking?"
I whirled to face her, getting to my feet as my anger got the best of me. This is what I meant by her pushing buttons I didn't know existed. She grinned wickedly at my infuriated expression, something only she seemed to be able to entice. "I am doing what I can," I hissed at her. "More than you will ever be able to do." She dropped her amused look and adopted her own angry face. "I am just as powerful as you!" she huffed loudly. I scoffed at her and stalked back over to my book, picking it up and shaking the sand out from between the pages. "Is that so?" I retorted sarcastically. "I don't seem to recall you besting Master in conjuration, potions, or anything else, for that matter."
Vivi let out a screech of indignation and I smirked at her, knowing she absolutely hated it when I was right. "It was rigged, and you know it!" she protested, and I chuckled. "Or I could just be better at it than you. C'mon, Witch," I sneered, knowing she hated it when I called her that. She wasn't bright enough to know if I was calling her by name or insulting her. It was usually the latter. "I am stronger. And I am trying my best to use that strength to help the island. Just because you can't do it doesn't mean nobody can. It will take time." Vivi rolled her orange eyes and shot me a death glare. "I can do it!" she argued, sounding more and more whiney by the second. It grated on my nerves.
She suddenly brightened, a gleam in her eye that always seemed to spell trouble. I groaned, and she scowled at me again. "I have a spell that I can do! I can't believe I didn't see this before!" She threw her dainty hands in the air and grinned maniacally. "That simple summoning charm! It should work, right?" Oh, yeah, sure. The only problem is that that one requires a massive amount of energy and strength, most of which she doesn't have. If she starts it and realizes that it'll be too hard, she will be able to stem the flow of magic, but will quite possibly change forms, into the organism that has the same amount of energy as she did when she cut the spell.
This should be good.
I snorted. "I don't think so," I warned her. Of course, she paid no attention to me at all and began rambling to herself about who-knows-what. She waved a hand at me when my words finally seemed to sink through her impossibly hard head. She snorted, saying "Yeah, whatever. I'm smarter than you, anyway, so it's not like you know what you're talking about." She ignored the angry look I tossed in her direction.
I know a heck of a lot more than you, Witch, I thought. I watched in silence as she happily scurried off towards her house in the forest, totally oblivious to what she was about to do. Serves her right if she ends up as a goldfish. I, certainly, would not be helping her.
No way, no how.