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enoch the forgotten child

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From time to time, RaRa felt the pressure to be under Feya's shadow. She could hear the whispers of the other apprentices when under the eyes of the Good Witch, she made a mistake. For some reason, the original Feya never faltered, and RaRa found it difficult to maintain the good reputation she should have lived up to.

The first time she realized what they were supposed to do at the cottage, RaRa was enchanted, surprised and as far from scared as she could have been. Magic, at first, seemed like sparkles coming together. Colours complimenting the smiles of the girls and simply that; magical nonsense. She had enjoyed every single moment she witnessed. Until Feya's name was called.

How in the good name of whatever was sacred in Elestren, could they ask her to do magic herself? On her first try —as RaRa in Feya's life— and only mimicking what she have seen Cecilia do previously, Feya lighted up Luna's tail. The smell of burned hair she could still recall, and it took a couple of days for the cat to approach her again. For a while after the incident, she excused herself, saying she felt under the weather, or offered herself to run errands to the village. As far as she could be from being asked to do magic, she would be.

Her attempt to avoid the magical side of Feya's life could only be short-lived, and RaRa knew that well. She had to learn to use her magic, at least to a basic level to not disclose herself as the fake Feya, and if she wished to stay living in the land of dreams, then she had to grasp the nettle.

She thought of asking Cecilia for help, after all, they were close, but RaRa was afraid that Cecilia would discover her identity, so she crossed that idea. She would have to help herself, and when everybody was busy eating the dessert she had made, RaRa went to the Good Witch library and hid a book under her clothes. Ironically, the woman who did not wish to go back to her original life because she no longer wanted to spend another day studying was there, taking a magical book into the forest, to study.

Sitting under a tree, away from the cottage and into the woods, where no one would find her, RaRa started reading the book. As far as she knew, Feya had the ability to do fire magic, like the others. It seemed easy, or at least the others made it look simple, but to Feya, it felt like the first time she took a magnifying glass to start a fire in one of the hiking trips her father used to take her as a child. Dangerous and unnecessary.

As the sun was kissing her from the side, she tried to follow the steps dictated by the book, and just as she would take the magnifying glass before, she directed her hand to the grass, waiting for the fire to lit up, not realizing what truly was happening.

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the forests of elestren were different than the ones that the immortal demon prince once called him. death lurked around every corner of the forest that enoch knew. but the one he stood in the moment, was different. he could still feel the hint of danger and yet, it wasn’t the same flavor as the darker trees and creatures. almost missed it. the way you couldn’t be sure that any path you walked was safe. knowing there was some monster stalking you just as well as you were talking it. a forest like that couldn’t be one to hide in when there wasn’t enough magic in his body to even hide in a corner of shadows….

it was an odd thing, having his magic drained so low. it seemed the only thing he could still hear were the whispers of the dead. smaller. quieter. barely a hiss on the wind but they were there. a small favor with how empty enoch had been feeling since the dragon granted his wish. it was hard to be grateful when it was after his father’s death and left him feeling as weak as he did. still, in the very least, it gave him the chance to change things. he simply had to take his time. things needed to be different than before. different and worse. a maze wasn’t good enough. there had to be more.

that’s what had him within elestren in the first place. there was a legend of two types of magic. these magics would make someone insanely powerful if they were able to posses both. which meant, enoch was on the hunt. thankfully, he had a little bit of unfair knowledge from the time he came from on who had those gifts. two very specific people. however, without his magic, simply taking it from there was not an option. not until his magic replenished itself. in the meantime, he needed to think of a plan. feigning friendship? they were ones with soft hearts and while it may take time to get close enough…. he had a feeling he needed to plan for it…

enoch’s thoughts stuttered for a spilt second, barely catching the hissed whisper near his ear about watching out. unfortunately, it was a little too late and it seemed he had walked into the path of fire.  or walk into the leaves they seemed to be setting on fire. thus, getting in the way of said flames. more specifically, as his eyes flicked to the culprit, enoch couldn’t stop the surprise from filling him. what were the actual chances he would run into the solar magic user, within his first week of being within elestren?

high, apparently, as he jumped out of the way of the heat that seemed to be lapping at his feet and legs. this was not what he needed. not at all. who just practiced magic like what she had in a place someone could just… walk in on them? incredible. “shit,” left his lips as he moved a little way away from the area, still being able to see her and be seen by her, while patting his dark slacks and shows quickly. making sure no flames remained or had truly damaged him. enoch, wanted to snap. insinuate that they clearly were related to rocks for being so ridiculous. but it took everything there was in him to bite his tongue. swallow down his displeasure and look towards her, as if he was concerned for her. it was difficult but lying was something he had always been good at.

“i apologize, i didn’t mean to interrupt your -,” brushing his somewhat shaggy away from his forehead, knowing it seemed to draw people’s eyes into how handsome some considered him. “practice?” even saying the word were odd. what he could remember of feya was her skill, dedication, and downright gifts. this was different. “but this does seem like an odd place to practice….”

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“I’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife.”

— Cathy Linh Che, from “Go Forget Your Father,” published in Poetry  (via funeral)

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