Improvisus (probably not updating again)

Chapter 3 (Revised)

I bit my tongue to stop myself from telling them about Alan, I knew telling them about him would only do more damage than good.

Mom laughed, but I could tell it was fake and forced. Her eyes held fear in them, not happiness. She was scared at what I would do, but she would do anything to cover up all the lies that had been told. “Candace, that’s a stick.” Dad jumped to his feet and I was about to point my wand at him, but Nat was ahead of me, so I kept my wand trained on Mom.”

“You think it’s just a stick huh? Then how could a stick do this?” I allowed my magic to fill me up and I suddenly felt stronger, unstoppable. Magic sparked inside of me and I instantly knew the spell that I needed. “Disputatio,” Talk, I said and a bolt of magic shot out of my wand and hit Mom.

I watched the bolt hit Mom, but she did not move. The only thing that changed was her eyes. They filled up with white fog so her pupils were barely visible and her eyes were almost completely white.  “Nat, I would appreciate a little help here.”

“Okay,” Nat instantly went to work and she almost sounded angry for all the times she had been punished, as if this would be her revenge. “Disputatio,” Talk. I stole a glance at Dad and saw he had the same ghostly eyes and blank face that Mom had.

“What do my dreams mean?” I demanded through gritted teeth as I could already feel the strain that the magic had on me.

“We do not know about most of it, but we do know that someone is trying to tell you about magic and that it is real.” Mom said in a monotone voice.

“Why didn’t you just tell us that?”

“Magic is dangerous and has caused many young magicians to have early deaths. We could not loose either of you, not after Luke.” I felt a pang of sadness as I remembered my brother Luke’s death, but that was not the time to dwell on it.

“Did you know,” I paused to take a breath, “That my dreams could have killed me?”

Mom nodded and my heart dropped. “We knew that your dreams could lead to a possible death, but it has not happened in over ten years. Knowing about magic would lead you to a probable death, and we had to make a choice. We did it to protect you.” I felt like I had been punched in the gut. My parent’s had thought that lying to me and making me feel so hopeless and scared was the way to protect me. They had put my life on the line to avoid telling me about magic. I couldn’t make sense of anything that had happened, but thankfully Nat took over with the questioning.

“Did my parent’s death have to do with magic?” I glanced over at Nat who was on my left and saw her shoulders were straight and much higher than normal. I was dreading the answer that would come.

“Yes, your father went on a mission and was killed. He was ambushed by our enemies and never stood a chance. By the time help arrived it was already too late. He knew the risks though and gave his life up to help the magical world. A month after your father’s death, your mother was getting treatments for her lung cancer and she was found dead in the hospital one morning. Only magicians know what really caused her death,” Dad answered.

“No, you’re wrong. That’s not right! Why would you keep something like that from me if it’s true?” I had seen Nat get in plenty of fist fights and beat someone to a pulp, but I had never seen her so angry towards my parents. I worried I would have to restrain her before she did something she would regret.

“We needed to protect you. It was the only way.” All the colour from Nat’s face was gone and she looked as if she had just been shot. I knew she wouldn’t be talking for a long time.

“What do the words…on our wands…mean?” I asked between breaths, trying to change the subject as quick as possible.

“They are your strongest spells. You can only use that spell once when you need it most, for it to have as much power as it will. After you have used it once, it will have the same strength as your other spells do,” Mom replied.

“Great,” I muttered. Suddenly Mom began to shake and her eyes turned from a foggy white to red. I backed up and dropped the spell, but the shaking continued.

Just as I got really worried the shaking ceased and Mom’s head went limp. It stayed down for about five seconds but then slowly rose again. A voice that definitely did not belong to her filled the room. “Candace Brown and Natalie Genstine, your time has come.”

“Who are you and what are you doing with my mom?” I tried to ask bravely but it came out a lot quieter than I had hoped.

“I am Magic, the protector and guide of all magicians. I have come to deliver an important message. The magical world is in great need of your aid. You must go on a mission to Cairo, Egypt. From there you must go to the Great Pyramids of Giza. Your mission will have the theme of Improvisus, unforeseen, for not even I can see who you must stop. All I can tell you is that you must stop the leader of our enemies, whose power is significantly growing. If he is to live then no magicians will stand a chance. You must kill him. Take your brother Brent, but I cannot help you find the other magician you need. You must take four magicians, because three will result in a certain death. Now go, save us all before it’s too late.”