Do You Believe in Magic? // Wizard & Maya
Despite the yellow rays of sun behind her, the room Maya entered was dark. Well, dark compared to the outside. The curtains were drawn and the light intensity inside was softer than she was used to, more like candles than bulbs, though she had no idea where it was coming from.
It smelled like October. Maya didn't know why, but October just seemed like the right way to describe it: musty, cool, and the aroma of dried spices lingering in the air. It was strange considering they were still in the middle of summer, but that wasn't surprising. The Wizard was a strange guy.
That's what everybody called him. The Wizard. No name. He was sort of like a ghost around town. Nobody ever saw him outside during the day but everyone knew where he lived. Her father insisted that it was nothing more than a hoax--that he deliberately tried to build up a “mysterious” reputation to sell more fortunes. Maybe that was true, but Maya wasn’t so sure. The Wizard didn’t seem too interested in his business, and he tended to only open sporadically and for short periods of time.
Besides, magic had to be real, right? If people believed in gods and goddesses then why was the idea of a wizard so ridiculous? She would find out for herself if he was genuine or not.
Though, now that she was standing in his doorway she felt a bit different. His green and golden eyes seemed to practically glow in the darkness, but that must have just been the sun reflected in them. Finally, Maya gulped and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She took a seat across from him at the circular table and peered over the clear crystal orb at his face.
“Hello! I heard you were doing fortunes today… can you tell mine?”
She looked down at the orb, catching the blue eyes of her reflection staring back at her.