Masters of the Mystic Arts (In Progress)
NOT HARRY POTTER RELATED STILL IN PROGRESS If you like it please post on my wall or OWL me! This is a story in which three best friends explore their magical capabilities. The bad kid, Andrew, is taken back through his memories to find out who he is, while Tasha realizes that Tarik isn't straight, and Jenna figures out who her long lost son is.
Chapter 7 - Andrew's Helpers
I watched as Jenna worked on Tarik. Jenna was trying to make it so he didn’t feel as much pain as he was really feeling. Jenna’s hands glowed red with the magic of chaos and I stepped back in horror. I remembered….
Four Years Ago
“Mother!” I called.
“What do you need, Andrew? Your father and I are busy right now!” My mom yelled at me.
“Okay then.” I yelled back.
I was really upset because my mom just didn’t let me talk to her anymore. Ever since she lost her brother she has been so upset and unable to talk to me because I look like her brother too much.
“I’m going to go to my friend's house!” I said. “I am going over to talk to Tarik!”
“That’s fine! Be back in half an hour please.” My mom yelled at me.
I rolled my eyes, we would be together a lot longer than that if anything went wrong. We were planning on working together to build an observation tower on top of the school building. First I was going to go meet up with my other friend.
I walked out of the front door into the nice Autumn breeze. I walked slowly to my friend's house. We would practice our magic.
I looked towards Jenna and wanted to leave. I finally remembered my mom's face and somehow, Jenna looked identical to her. I looked at her and realized that she was at work on Tarik. She had already started once I had my little flashback. I watched her closely. Very closely as she worked. I had to be able to do this. I had to. For my friend. I just couldn’t leave my friend behind, slowly losing his life force as his magic fed off of it.
“Mom.” My voice was barely audible.
Jenna glanced up before hurriedly looking back down as she worked. “I don’t have long. Andrew, leave us.” she said without looking back up.
“As you wish.” I said.
I started to leave the room but something was holding me back. I went right next to Jenna and Tarik and knelt down next to Jenna.
Jenna looked at me in anger. “I believe, Andrew, that I said to leave us.”
I looked at her in shock and tried to leave. I really did. I tried to walk out the door but fell, tried to crawl and I just couldn't. I couldn’t move away from Jenna and tarik. It felt like my body was being ripped apart.
“I c-c-c-can’t.” I said. I tried again because I wasn’t about to ignore Jenna again and it felt like my brain was going to explode.
I kept at it anyway.
“Andrew, slowly walk back over here.” Jenna said without looking up. “Don’t do anything you may regret.” she smiled grimly.
I slowly got up and walked over to them. I knelt down next to Jenna and reached out until my hands were outstretched over Tarik’s body. Jenna didn’t even notice as I started chanting under my breath. I watched as my fingers grew purple with magic.
“Mom, watch out.” Marcia said.
Jenna looked over at me. She seemed curious. “What are you doing?”
I didn’t stop but tried to send my thoughts to her. Hoping that there would be a connection between us.
I felt Andrew’s thoughts flow into me and started to worry that he was going to somehow manage to kill us all. I could see that his intentions were not malicious. But as I watched, Tarik began to look younger. I could see that Andrew was trying his best to heal him but it was making him look younger. As Andrew’s hands lowered onto Tarik’s chest as he poured more of his magic into him, Tarik still looked younger. By the end of it he looked no older than thirteen.
“Stop. Andrew, stop this now.” I said.
Andrew looked at me as his eyes turned into flat gold disks.
“No.” I gasped. “Who is your twin? You are the gold?” I asked, unable to believe it.
“Marcia is silver.” Andrew responded as he finished with Tarik. “I did all I could for him. Now help me please. Find whatever it is that you need in my memories.”
“I will leave you alone. Don’t touch my child again.” I said.
“Tarik isn’t your child.” Andrew said. “I am.”
By the end of that conversation everyone looked at Andrew as if daring him to continue. He did not continue to speak but instead smiled. His smile terrified everyone in the room as he started to tell us what he meant. He didn’t even have time to do so.