ok guys i've had this story a long time it's really a figment of my imagination but i thought it sounded kinda close to magic thief, so i posted it as a magic theif fanfiction. if your looking for a true fanfiction of magic theif then i suggest you go some where else. this will have some stuff in commen with the magic theif though. now with all that said and done if you think i should delete this plz comment below. now... enjoy reading :)

Chapter 1

The magician

As an orphan no one respected me. It didn't help that I lived on the streets. My name is Seth Wilson and I'm just another street rat in a hundred. I'm tall, tan, with hazel eyes. My hair is a light brown with sun streaks in it. I'm fifteen years old but look fourteen. My mom and dad died when I was young. At least that's what my foster mom told me before I ran away. All I have left of them is a pendent that has a tear drop shaped aquamarine gemstone with interwoven black threads as a chain. It was my mom's… I think.

I tried to sell it on the streets about a week ago but no one would buy it afraid they would get mugged. That day I approached an elderly man in tattered clothes in a refrigerator box, another street rat. "Would you like to buy this pendent, sir?" I asked. The man looked at me weird and spoke with a crackly voice. "No, but keep that hidden, you don't want to be found with that in your possession. Shoo, Shoo be gone and take that with you."

So here I am, on the streets, again, all alone. I hate it, being alone of course. I like living on the streets, well other than the food, and the lack of showers. I also hate not having anyone to talk to. Being alone with only your thoughts to keep you company can drive anyone crazy. It gets lonely. Sometimes I like to sneak into old or abandoned buildings and pretend I belong somewhere. Today was one of those days and I had snuck in and out of almost every abandoned building there was in town. The only choices left were either the old jail house east of town or the broken down magicians house west of town.

Now me, I don't believe in magic but some people swear upon it. The house is said to be haunted by the old wizard himself. I think that's to keep away the kids but just in case I decided to check out the old jail house, it sounded cool.

It was still early, a quick trip and back and I will arrive back home before noon. I took off after finding a quick bite of breakfast of day old Chinese take-out I found in the top of a trash can. It sounds gross but in was in a container and still tasted good. If you live on the streets you have to find food wherever you can. Unfortunately it usually can be found in the trash. I have also got to remember to keep on the lookout for the police. Let's just say I may have stolen a couple of times.

As I left town I had a funny feeling I was being followed. I kept looking but no one was there, so I kept walking trying my best to look like a normal kid out for a stroll. About halfway there I got that funny feeling again. I kept telling myself to stop being so jumpy, just because I was headed to on old jail didn't mean something bad was going to happen. It was just that I always had a fear of jails, and people who came from them. It's probably because I've broken so many laws.

When I was within a mile of the old jail, I thought I heard a crunching sound coming from behind me. I turned and saw a shadow dart behind a tree! Now I knew I was being followed. I ran as hard as I could, not looking back, afraid of what I'd see, wishing against hope that I was headed to the magicians house. Maybe it would scare away this person.

I was thinking all this when something strange happened. The world all around me got really blurry and started to spin. I stopped and rubbed my eyes and when I opened them I was in a forest. How did I get here? I heard a rustle behind me and turned to look. It was him, the guy who was following me. The only thought I had left was, run.

I ran as fast as I could till I didn't hear anyone following me anymore. I stopped and listened. Silence. All I heard was my own labored breathing. I needed to hide. I walked for a long time when I came to a startling sight. Somehow I had walked all the way around the city and stood at the steps of the old magicians' house

Just then the boy came out from behind a tree from the forest behind me. He was eighteen by the looks of it, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was big and strong, but what worried me most was the knife in his hands.

I ran into the magicians' house hoping I was lucky enough he wouldn't follow me. Luck wasn't on my side. He followed me inside and caught me easily. "Give it to me, twerp." He hissed in a deep voice.

"Give you what?" I asked.

"The necklace of course." He replied.

"What necklace" I said hoping he wouldn't catch my bluff, but like I said luck wasn't on my side.

"Don't play dumb with me" he said "I saw you trying to sell an old man a necklace about a week ago."

Then a new voice came into play. It was a crackly voice that kind of sounded familiar. "Degresues De Frizio." The teenager froze. I mean literally froze into a block of ice

When I turned around I saw a familiar face by the fire place. It was the old man from the street and he just saved my life.