The Spell
Spells... give off light. They sparkle, they twinkle, and they dazzle, the blind...
But there is only one colour for spells – white. There are no spells in any other colour. None.
I am a Spell Master. I create spells. The other Masters say I show great promise, no matter my youth.
I thought I could do anything
There is a girl. I love her. I love her with all my heart. She is so beautiful and kind and full of life. And she has the most amazing eyes, so brilliant... I dream of creating a special spell, just for her.
Just a spell to show how much I loved her
I am a Spell Master. I found a way to do it – I combined words and gestures and swishes and flicks and... I did it. A spell exactly the colour of her eyes. The colour of life. So vibrant like spring when I cast it in my workroom.
I was so happy
I run to show it to her. I want her to see my masterwork – a spell for her. I never stop to think what the spell does. There will be time to test and find out later. Now I just want her to see it.
I find her and tell I have a surprise for her. She is so exited. I point my wand at her and say the words.
All I wanted was to create a spell just like the colour of her eyes