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Chapter 4 Children of Magic
Lumina shot me a worried glance, her hand instinctively reaching for mine. My grip tightened around hers, seeking reassurance as I squared my shoulders and faced my brother. "What kind of deal?" I asked, my voice betraying a nervousness I fought to suppress. Umbra leaned against a nearby tree, the afternoon sunlight casting an unsettling gleam on his obsidian eyes. "Simple," he drawled. "You teach me this unforeseen magic. And in exchange, I keep your little…experiment a secret." The way he said "experiment" made it sound like a rogue science project gone horribly wrong, not a powerful new form of magic. Still, the offer was tempting. Umbra was our only way out of this situation. But what were his motives? "Why?" Lumina blurted out, her voice laced with suspicion. "Why would you want to learn this magic?" Umbra shrugged, a careless gesture that sent shivers down my spine. "Curiosity, perhaps. Or maybe," he drawled, his gaze shifting to me, "a talent like that shouldn't go unnoticed. Imagine the possibilities." His words sent a chill down my spine. Were his ambitions aligned with the prophecy? Or was he playing a game with his own motivations? Lumina squeezed my hand, her silent plea conveyed through the touch. We needed to be cautious. Sharing this power, especially with Umbra, whose loyalties were always shrouded in shadow, felt like a gamble. "We can't trust him," Lumina whispered, her voice barely audible. I understood her fear, but the thought of giving up this power, the only potential path to defying my perceived inadequacy, gnawed at me. It was a decision I couldn't make impulsively. "I need to think about it," I mumbled, ignoring the flicker of disappointment in Umbra's eyes. Umbra chuckled, a dry, humorless sound. "Take your time, little brother. But remember, the more you learn, the more dangerous this magic becomes. And secrets, like tears, in reality, have a nasty habit of unraveling." With that ominous warning, Umbra melted back into the shadows, leaving Lumina and I standing alone amidst the charred remains of our practice grove. The weight of his words settled upon us, heavy and suffocating. "What are we going to do?" Lumina whispered, her voice trembling slightly. Looking at her, a fierce determination flared within me. "We keep learning," I said, my voice surprisingly steady. "We master this unforeseen magic. Not for Umbra, but for ourselves. For the potential it holds, and for the chance to rewrite my destiny." Lumina's lips curved into a hesitant smile. "We face whatever comes next, together." The attic became our clandestine training ground, the dusty floorboards our canvas for experimentation. The book, once a cryptic guide, began to reveal its secrets as we deciphered its complex diagrams and archaic script. Learning unforeseen magic wasn't like mastering traditional spells. It was an intricate dance with reality itself, requiring a deep understanding of the interconnectedness of all things. We practiced nudging falling objects in unexpected directions, influencing the growth patterns of stray vines creeping through the attic window, and even manipulating the flow of moonlight filtering through the grimy panes. One afternoon, as I concentrated on levitating a particularly stubborn quill, frustration bubbled within me. "Why is this so difficult?" I groaned, collapsing onto a pile of threadbare cushions. "It feels like I'm wrestling with the universe itself." Lumina, who was attempting to influence the flickering attic candle flame, chuckled softly. "It is, Incognito. Unforeseen magic isn't about brute force; it's about finesse, about understanding the subtle currents that weave through existence." She sat beside me, her luminous aura casting a warm glow over the dusty room. "Think of it like guiding a butterfly, not commanding a dragon." I closed my eyes, focusing on the quill, picturing its weight, and its desire to remain earthbound. With a gentle mental nudge, I encouraged it to rise, not with a forceful push, but with a subtle suggestion. The quill trembled, then hesitantly lifted a fraction of an inch. A grin spread across my face. It may not have been a spectacular feat, but it was progress. Suddenly, a loud bang resonated from downstairs, followed by a flurry of panicked voices. My heart lurched. We weren't alone. "What was that?" I whispered, dread creeping into my voice. Lumina's brow furrowed. "I don't know, but it doesn't sound good. We need to check it out." We exchanged a worried glance. Leaving the attic was a risk, but ignoring the commotion downstairs could have dire consequences. With a silent nod, we crept down the rickety attic stairs, our senses on high alert. We emerged into the bustling main hallway. The air crackled with tension. Servants scurried around, their faces etched with fear. In the center of the commotion stood our parents, their expressions grim. "What's happening?" Lumina asked, pushing past a bewildered maid. Anya, my mom, her crimson robes swirling around her, turned towards us, her face pale. "There's been an attack," she said, her voice strained. "A village on the outskirts, ravaged by… shadow creatures." My stomach clenched. Could it be another tear in reality, like the one we had encountered in the grove? Corvus, his hand resting on the hilt of his glowing sword, addressed us with a grave expression. "We received a distress call. It appears the Tears are growing more frequent, more aggressive." Tears. That was what the book called the rips in reality caused by unforeseen magic gone awry. My initial surge of fear was replaced by a chilling realization. This wasn't just about me and my secret power anymore. These Tears, these shadow creatures, were a threat to the entire world. "We need to leave immediately," Corvus continued, his voice heavy with urgency. "We'll deal with the Tear and the creatures. You two stay here, safe and sound." "But Father—" Lumina began to protest, but our dad Corvus cut her off with a firm shake of his head. "This is no place for children," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of love and concern. "We'll handle it." His words struck a raw nerve. Children? We weren't children anymore. We had faced a creature from another dimension, we had begun to master the very fabric of reality. Maybe, it was time to stop being sheltered and start using our power for something more. Lumina and I exchanged a silent glance, a newfound resolve hardening our features. We wouldn't stay behind like frightened children. We were part of this fight now. "No," I said, my voice surprisingly steady. "We're coming with you." Mom's eyes widened in alarm, but before she could protest, Lumina stepped forward, her voice filled with quiet determination. "We may not be full-fledged mages yet," she said, "but we've been learning. We can help. We have to help." Mom and dad exchanged a hesitant look. They knew about our lessons in the attic, thanks to a misplaced book and a particularly observant house elf. But seeing us stand firm, our eyes burning with a newfound purpose, they reluctantly conceded.
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