Note: I again am sorry about procrastinating. I had writer's block on this chapter, BUT I will not stop typing the story. It is beginning to get good, since we are closer to the middle of the tale. The puzzle's beginning to get put together, and it will all come in time.
All in all, here is your latest installment.
A few days had passed since the vision Madame Margret told Aradin about. He was now fascinated by this past he never knew of. He had read the book she gave him constantly, and even tried some of the spells.
But one object was getting to him: The broom.
What did Madame Margret mean by it 'being more than you think it is'? He didn't understand by what she meant.
Until now.
Aradin was outside on the stoop of his house in the backyard one afternoon. He was suspended in his thoughts of his past, trying to concur what exactally the broom did...
Twitch Twitch Clang!
He looked over to the broom that was propped up to the side of the house. It fell to the ground, but there was no wind. His eyes widened and his mouth began to drop slightly. Was it? He thought to himself. No! It can't be!
He kept his eyes on the broom like a hawk, seeing if the broom would move on its own.
Move, damnit! He shouted in his mind.
The broom stayed motionless.
He sighed. The broom couldn't be magic...
Twitch Twitch Twitch
He stared at the broom, watching its every move. It moved slightly towards him, then began to rise a few inches. His eyes widened once again and he got up from the stoop. He grabbed the broom and decided to see what he was thinking was true.
Caraline was coming outside to play while Aradin was getting on the broom.
"What are you doing, Aradin?" She asked him.
"None of your business." He answered.
"Mom wants to know what that sound was outside."
"Tell her it was nothing."
"She also wants to know if you want your lunch."
"Not now, thanks."
"Why are you trying to act like a witch?"
Aradin looked at his sister at that question. Him? A witch? He was on the broom...
Which was now beginning to lift up into the air...
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"I know this joke." Caraline said. "I may be five years old, but I'm not THAT stupid into thinking you're rising from the ground."
He gawked and looked down. His feet were beginning to rise from the ground.
"Caraline, this isn't a joke..." He said.
Caraline looked at him with her eyes wide, and began to scream.
"MOMMY! MOMMY! ARADIN'S FLYING ON THE-"
He landed on the ground quickly and clasped his sister's mouth shut.
"Shut up!" He whispered in her ear angrily. "Listen, what you saw is nothing. It was just your imagination is all. But, I suggest not tellting anyone of it. You understand?"
She nodded and he took his hand off her mouth.
"Now get out of here." He told her, and she darted into the house in panic. He stood outside and looked at the broom in his hand. Thoughts ran into his head like mad, but then it came to him finally that one thing was true:
He defied gravity.