~ Open starter ~ Fantasy AU ~
Magic flowed freely through the air, pulsing like a heartbeat in every living and every breathing being. It made the water shine and glisten, the grass green and paint shining. It settles deep within one at birth like a seed, to grow over time with love and patience. Blossoming into gorgeous flowers, growing into strong trees, or become small and dry, thorny vines or gnarly trees.
A being may unveil their magic, feel it glow in their fingertips, burn behind their eyes, springing in their step, move like water on the tongue. They may use it for good, to help show how beautiful magic could be. If one chose to break free their magic of dried up branches, they may use it for bad, destroy the image of beauty. They will be outcast, they may have their magic ripped from them from their roots, leaving them gasping for air like a fish out of the water. They will have to learn how to walk on land, or will dry up in the sun and die.
To show one’s magic growth is a normal act of children, an intimate share of lovers, and a harsh judging of one’s entire being. It is one’s soul laid baren, intentions unveiled, future and past mixing to show the growth of one’s internal self.
Many use magic, no matter how small their being, or how powerful their growth. Everyone doing so differently, no one having the same. It is the uniqueness of self, to excel at one thing that no other may be able to do. No matter how small or insignificant it may seem, it is one thing no other can do like one self can.
It is one young man’s growth, that lead to his small fame. Golden freckles of magic dotting his cheeks, eyes always closed, as he uses his magic to create. He creates life, creating friends and companions, in form of plush animals. Creating whatever a person might want to have with them, a soft plush filled with love and magic, their bodies stuffed with the most gorgeous blossoms of roses.
His spells wither away like the roses inside his creations, slow but peaceful, never losing their initial charm. To create life, even in a small form such as he does, is something many people admire, and just as many despise. But all he creates are plush animals, companions and friends, for whoever might seek him out.
Nox had an inkling that there was more to this world, something amazing and terrifying in equal measure. She knew it existed, she had seen it as a child when she found a teddy bear in the woods. It was soft and looked brand new. She took it home and loved it as much as any other child would and, in the quieter moments it would move and she would giggle with delight.
As she grew, the bear stopped moving and it made her sad. Her parents told her that it was her over active imagination that made it move and that it stopped now that she had more logic in her head than whimsy. But that wasn’t true, she still had a lot of imagination even now into her adult years.
She was walking through the same woods where she had found the bear, clutching the bow very worn but very loved plushie in her arms. She stopped at the base a tree and huffed. She knew there was something more, she just needed to find one small clue….
Markus was traveling again. The world was full of magic, and everyone had it inside of them. Though he had learned during his travels, that not every place believed in it. It saddened him, to be in a country where no one believed in magic. He had not seen any magic anywhere while he had been in this country. Not a single person who had unraveled it inside themselves. Not one person who acknowledged it as real. The closest he had gotten, were a hand full of magicians. People who hadn’t been able to fully unveil their magic, but just enough to use it a little.
He sighed as he wandered through this forest. He would leave here soon. It was depressing, to be in a place where his doings were despised and feared. He kept his eyes closed as he always did, not having a problem walking around without his sight. He did notice a young woman sitting underneath a tree though, making him curious. Children and some younger adults seemed more open to the magic in the world, usually.
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