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"Imagination is the true magic carpet."
-Norman Vincent Peale
Lukas Bondevik and Matthias Kohler walked together to the park that was across the street. The ground was covered in snow, and turned hard like ice after previously raining. They walked quietly, Matthias thinking about how to say what was on his mind, and Lukas, enjoying the silence that he knew wouldn't last long. After a while, Matthias said, "Lukas, were not really brothers."
Lukas looked at him and replied, "I know." Matthias looked down at him, surprised by his response. "You, know?" Lukas nodded. "Different parents and stuff…It's pretty obvious." Matthias blushed and looked away.
"Um, yeah… Right… But that's not the reason I wanted to talk. I wanted to tell you what happened, and how you ended up living as my brother." Matthias explained, while doing big hand gestures, earning glances from other people. Lukas grabbed his hands, and put them by his sides. Matthias grinned embarrassed.
"Okay… Explain, Kohler." Lukas said, looking back down at the white snow on the ground. Matthias breathed in, and then let it out. When he did so, fog came out, outlining his breath.
"Your mom was… A witch. And, people wanted to hunt her down at the time. You were a toddler at this time… All cute and sweet... Big eyes and tiny hands and feet-"
"Yeah, yeah. Get to the point."
"Okay, so you were just a toddler, and she had a choice. She could either leave town, and never show herself here, and leave you out in the streets for someone to pick up. Or, she could stay, and get killed along with you. She didn't want you dying, or course, so she left. That's when my mom found you, and took you in." Matthias finished his story, and waited quietly for the quite teen's response. After not getting one, Matthias said, "She didn't want to leave you, you know. But those witch hunters were pretty nice… Sparing her life and stuff…"
"Can we… Can we go back home now?" Lukas asked, and Matthias couldn't tell whether he was dismal or didn't care. But he nodded, and they walked back home together, after that short, and quiet walk. When they got inside, Lukas took off his jacket and things then ran straight up to his room. He typed up his mom's name and looked for her. But her name was non-existent.
"So, are you by any chance, a witch?" Elizabeta asked Vladimir, who stared at her like she was crazy. She snapped her fingers as few times and put her hand on her waist. "Well?"
"First of all, witches are girls." He said matter-of-factly. "No, witches can be girl or boys, you dumb-ass." Vladimir was taken aback by her use of language. Normally, girls he met were nice, and never said something like that unless they were really mad, or sad… Or drunk….
"Huh… Look, I'm just warning you. If you ever get an invitation to some sort of… 'Magic School' don't accept. I'm telling you." She warned him, taking his hands in her own, and running her thumbs on his hand in circles. Vladimir blushed, and nodded looking away. She sighed and got up.
"Well, time to leave. My work here is done." She smiled back at him, and saluted. Then, swiftly walked over to his window and opened it. The air from outside came blowing in, and Vladimir shivered.
"What do you mean you have to leave? Aren't you leaving with your family?" Elizabeta shakes her head and turns away looking out towards the night. "Not really my family. Don't know where mine went. Probably gone." She sighed and waved to Vladimir, and jumped out. He gasped, and ran to the window, where he saw nothing but the dark sky. He shook his head and closed the window. Weird experiences every day.
A few weeks later, something amazing, but terrible occurred to these 3 teens… Something life changing.
"Arthur honey, there's some mail for you." His mom said from downstairs. Arthur's head rose and he looked out the door of his room. Mail? For him? 'No way,' he thought, 'there must be some misunderstanding…' But he got up and out his room anyway, wanting to know what the mail was.
When he got downstairs, his mom handed him a letter. It was fancy with a gold outline and a shiny stamp of some place on a lake. Her mom smiled and patted his back, and he smiled at her. He quickly opened the letter, and read the mail.
'Hello and congratulations! You have been accepted into 'School for Magic abilities and psychological studies'. We chose you and a few other teens out of the 7 billion people in the world! We looked into your history, and decided that you were suited to be in this high class school! So pack your bags, because you're going to start school very soon!'
Something about the letter made Arthur hesitate, but his mom nodded her head fast and said, "You should go Arthur, you should go." He read it over again, slowly and carefully, and then looked at his mom.
"Mother… I'm not too sure…. If I want to go." He said. She frowned and rubbed his back. "You should go honey. It could be everything you needed to succeed." He thought again. Well, she was right… It chose him because how good he was. Not to pick on him or anything, this was obviously because how amazing he was at whatever they checked for. So, why not go? He shrugged, guessing his mother was right.
"Alright… I guess I'll go." She cheered and pushed him upstairs.
"Hurry up Arthur! Pack your stuff! You'll be going soon." When he went upstairs, his mother cheered again. Happier that her son was leaving to a school out of the country then normal parents would be. Of course, poor Arthur never knew why and never questioned as to why she was so happy. He never asked questions about what his parents did. They do what is needed to help the family, right?
Aaah... Foreshadowing... It never gets old... Well, atleast to us writers! Thanks to all the followers and people who reviewed and the people who liked this!
