Ures Andrei, cls a 10a B
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Once we have entered the designated room, the magician followed me closely. I turned off with curiosity: „ May I be allowed to assist in the Resurrection process? “. After these words were addressed, the magician turned and said phlegmatically: “Do you think that just because you have power over life and death you mean something to me? I created you! “. I was hit with an existential crisis… I was just curious why it happened to me. At last, I was allowed to stay in the room, but without having received explicit permission … as if the magician saw through the confusion inside my soul.
I do not remember how it all started, but I knew for sure that I had witnessed something unique. I cannot explain my feeling, this eternal emptiness inside me as If my soul was falling into a bottomless pit. It was as if I had found out too early the hidden mystery of immortality. When I woke up from the shock, I saw her … It was on the table, the lines traced on her fragile body were impregnated in her skin. The Resurrection ritual was about to start, but it hit me. I knew her or at least I thought so. I remember vaguely that she said to me a few words when she hit my leather bag, back in Yorkshire: “Excuse My Clumsiness!” I answered in a hurry: “I don’t feel like any of this is real. People around me are like animals. Are you aware of this?” She looked at me terrified as if I was crazy. She tried to answer me, but it was too late because I have turned away…
I felt rage flowing through my veins and out every single one of my pores. The magician was in his world, he was talking to himself, chanting something and the girl was struggling, her legs were shaking and the face of the girl expressed agony and fear. I took a step forward, and said, “I command you to stop, I shouted, I will not talk again!”. The magician looked and said enraged: “How do you, a mortal scum, who just had his first sip of magic power, dare talk to me. If you want to live the rest of your sad life, with no powers and magic, go on, try to save her! ” Approaching to his neck with the scythe, I said, “instead of killing innocent people, in the name of a false justice, I’ d rather spend the rest of my days without powers! “Without giving a second thought, I allowed my powers to take control over my hands, and in the blink of an eye, the Magicians head was rolling on the floor.