True Magic Prologue
“Mommy, what’s going on?”
A woman looked down at her two young sons, her eyes panicked, frightful. She forced a reassuring smile onto her face and replied, “Nothing sweeties, we’re just taking a little trip that’s all.”
One blue eyed, blonde haired boy pointed at the sacks by the back door of the little house. “Why are they packed with our things?”
His mother sighed, and said, “They’re so we can have our things with us during the trip.”
A loud bang came from the front of the house. People could be heard trying to break down the door. The boys’ mother ushered her twin sons farther out into the yard. Just before she could give them instructions, they heard the sound of wood falling down. The woman’s eyes widened. The people had beaten her barrier. They had broken down the front door. The mob shouted to look for the twins, the unlucky twins; to find them, and to kill them.
Tears now threatening to spill, she retrieved the bags from the back porch, came back, and knelt in front of her boys, the forest line casting shadows over them in the moonlight. She gave one bag to each of the brothers and said shakily, “You two have to get away from here. Go through the woods, they won’t find you there. You’re magic will protect you.”
One of the boys looked stricken. The other only looked understanding. He spoke softly, “It’s our fault isn’t it? It’s our fault that our country has famine and that Daddy was killed. And it’s our fault that we have to leave.”
Tears glistened on the mother’s cheeks, now spilling openly. “No, it’s not your fault at all. People are just too superstitious. You two aren’t now and never will be unlucky. Remember that.” Their mother kissed their cheeks and gave them a push into the darkness of the shrubbery. Then, with a resigned air, she turned to face the mob that was now discovering that the abode was void of any human. They’d be rushing outside now, and they would grant her wish, to join her husband.
Behind brambles and high bushes, two little boys witness their mother’s death at the hands of most of the population of their town. Tears spilled from sapphire eyes down pale cheeks. They would’ve screamed, but then all the work their parents had done to keep them safe would have been for nothing. But this silence seemed to intensify their sorrow.
Far away, in the land of Celes, a blue eyed blonde haired man sat bolt upright in his bed, cold sweat trickling down his body.