Magic
The first time you learnt you could do magic was incredible... it sang and crackled. It spoke of promises and whispered thoughts. It scratched and tore. Everything was silent. Holding its breath while your fingers became blackened and scorched. The first time you learnt you could do magic was when the world cracked. Your heart constricted and threatened to turn to dust. Arms flung wide, you screamed and scared the trees empty. Small feathers scattered to the ground.
The first time you learnt you could do magic you realised you were completely alone and when the ground softened again and the buzzing returned to silence you sank to the earth and wished for the time before magic, when you were not so alone...
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