No Magic

The magic isn’t running through my veins. The Elders had said to be careful, to make sure that I kept in practice or I could lose it forever. Stupidly, I ignored them and focused on more important things. It was there, it was always there. Nothing I did, said or thought, could change that. If only…

My arm is tensed; the veins are popping out, but still nothing. The glow is gone. The sparkle, the flow of pure power are no more. Instead, a tear glides slowly down my cheek as I rue what once was, what could have been. Gravity takes hold and the tear accelerates in its fall. I accelerate in my fall. Hindsight is a wonderful thing. Now, I can see how focusing on my Tasks lead to me neglecting so many other things. So what if I couldn’t practice outside of home and the Learning Place. Was it really worth gaining that ability to lose this one.

It is the thing that separates each of us and makes us unique. We, all alike in physique, have one vital difference in our appearances. All of us are distinguished by our aura. Our colouring that, because it is directly linked to our own magic, takes on a new shade. My skin, once the most violent of radioactive greens has dulled to moss. Dying moss. The tear, with its slight green tinge falls to my shoulder and then down my arm. It traces my vein to my wrist where it stops; its journey complete. Soon it will dry up, to be replaced by the lightest of marks. I watch, waiting for this.

And I wait. And wait. And wait. No evaporation, no mark. Now the tears are really flowing. A stream floods my face and yet again I wish could go back...