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The Magic Wizard and the Boy
An original by: Hoverboard_0
In a little village named Sigamok, a boy finds himself seraching for someone to play with. After stumbling on a log, near a hut, an old wrinkley tall man said,
"Son, are you ok?"
"Yes, I am mister. Thank you." replied the boy. The old man helped him up.
"Come on to my place. I'll heal that wound of yours. With a little bit of Magic." The old man took him into his hut.
"Who are you?' Asked the boy with a curious voice.
"I am magic." HIs voice was deep and golden. "Have a seat." He commanded. The little boy sat.
Without a caution, the boy felt a pain in his leg. This wasn't any kind of pain he had felt before. This was a pain that felt great. When the boy opened his eyes after the pain was over, He noticed that the wizard didn't as even touch him.
Magic...
The fire in the freplace suddenly started dancing. There were figures in the fire, horses, castles, magic, and more of imagination.
The wizard looked at him. His eyes gleemed with imagination, and curiosity. As if he has been alive for hundreds of years.
"See son. If you think, if you belive. You will have magic in your soul. Even though you can't produce it, you can feel it." A blue ball started to swirl in his hand. The boy looked in wonder.
"Magic is you." The wizard dissapeared. And the hut was suddenly gone. The boy was again, by that log, with his wound still stinging.
- by critic-the-homeless |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 11/15/2009 |
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- Title: The Magic Wizard and the Boy
- Artist: critic-the-homeless
- Description: A short story i wrote just for fun. Please dont comment on grammar and stufflike that. I know they are in there. So chiilax if you find a couple.
- Date: 11/15/2009
- Tags: magic wizard
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