Magic in Time

Magic in Time

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Genre: Fantasy

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Fantasy

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This is a story I'm writing, about a guy from our present who gets pulled back in time and learns about magic, monsters, love and adventures. I've only got the first few chapters written right now, but hopefully I can keep it up and finish it. I would appreciate any comments you have as readers, as I'm still new to writing. Or just drop a comment and let me know what you think of the story so far also.
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Summary

This is a story I'm writing, about a guy from our present who gets pulled back in time and learns about magic, monsters, love and adventures. I've only got the first few chapters written right now, but hopefully I can keep it up and finish it. I would appreciate any comments you have as readers, as I'm still new to writing. Or just drop a comment and let me know what you think of the story so far also.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Chapter 1

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Submitted: May 17, 2017

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Chapter 1

 

The day was like any other day for me, boring. I woke up, showered and went to work, nothing special. After work I thought about going out with a friend but decided against it because I just wanted to be lazy and watch TV or play video games. Little did I know that this would be my last lazy night for a very long time. I did just what I planned on doing though, I watched some TV and played some video games, until almost midnight. I was tired by then so I shut things off, took my pills, went to the bathroom and then washed my face. I stared at myself, looking at my short light brown hair and glasses and then my gut, wishing I wasn’t so big. I admired my tattoos for a while, liking how they enhanced my six-foot frame, before heading to my bedroom. As I stripped down to nothing I thought what a boring day I had had and what tomorrow would bring. As I crawled into bed, I looked up at the ceiling and wished my life was different.

When I roused from sleep in the middle of the night, I felt cold. Which wasn’t unusual for me, as I liked to keep my room chilled at night, which helped me sleep better. When I reached for my covers, I felt grass under my hand, rather than my cotton blanket. My eyes opened right away and I propped myself up on my elbow to look around. My eyes were adjusted to the dark, yet they need not have been as the stars were bright and the moon was just overhead. As I looked around, I saw I was in the middle of nowhere basically, sitting in a wide-open clearing of grass. I shivered as I stood up and looked around. To my right there was what looked to be a drop, probably from a hill, I thought. I turned a circle and took in the rest of my surroundings. There was nothing around me but grass, as far as I could tell. So, since everything else looked to be flat, I decided to head towards the slope to my right. As I started walking towards the slope, a light appeared, moving from side to side, just a bit. I stopped and stared at it, my mind wondering what it could be. As the light moved closer, I could see that it was attached to a staff, and that staff was carried by someone. I didn’t feel afraid or scared, more curious though. The person holding the staff came closer and I saw that it was an old man. He looked shorter than my six-foot frame, though it looked like he might be slouching. He had a white beard that hung down almost to his waist, and from what I could tell his hair was the same color but it only reached to his shoulders. He was skinny also, like I could easily pick him up and toss him as easily as I would a paper plane. He was wearing a long blue robe that came down to his ankles and below that he was wearing sandals.

He stopped about three feet in front of me and I could see him looking me up and down. It was then that I remembered I was naked, but he didn’t seem to care, so I figured I wouldn’t either. He then looked at me and said something in a strange language that I didn’t understand nor did it sound familiar either. I cocked an eyebrow and tilted my head, looking at him funny.  I figured he was asking me something, but what it was I had no idea, so I just shrugged my shoulders and shook my head. He nodded and handed me a robe, like his own, and then turned around and started walking back the way he came. I looked at the robe, then to the old man, and then back to the robe, I shrugged my shoulders and pulled the robe on and followed the old man.

I caught up to him easily and we walked down the slope in silence. I was looking around at where we were when a light a little way off caught my eye. I squinted and tried to make out where it was coming from but couldn’t tell just yet. We were walking in the general direction of it, so I guessed it was the old man’s house. When we got closer to the light, I could see that it was a candle burning on a table. The old man lead me to the door and as he opened the door, a scent like none other wafted out of the house. It was a mix of burning wood, lavender, bread and so many others, I couldn’t even guess. He walked into the house and I followed him in, he closed the door behind me, extinguished the light he was carrying and put the staff next to the door. He went to the fireplace, stoked the fire and put a kettle on. He then turned towards me and pointed at the table, gesturing for me to sit, I was guessing. So I sat down and watched him move around the house, getting cups and what looked to be tea, from the cupboards. When the water was boiling in the kettle, he poured the water into the two cups, set the kettle off to the side of the fire, brought the cups to the table and sat down, opposite of me. He pushed one of the cups towards me and gestured for me to take it, so I pulled it closer to me and smelled it, it reminded me of a licorice tea I had once.

I took a sip of the tea and then set it back down, looking up at the old man, I waited for something to happen. Before I realized it, I had finished the tea and was feeling a little light headed. That’s when the old man stood up and walked around the table, standing right beside me. He reached his hands out and put them on my head, on my temples, then he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. My head was swirling, but I felt a strange sensation, like my head was rubber and something was being pushed into it, that’s when I blacked out.

I woke up in a bed, still wearing the robe, but my head was feeling better. In fact, everything felt better. I sat up and looked around, I was in a room. The bed, a desk and chair and a dresser the only furniture I could see. There was a fire smoldering in the fireplace, filling the room with just enough heat to be comfortable. I threw back the blanket and swung my feet over the side, looking down I saw a pair of sandals and figured they were for me, so I slipped them on and walked towards the door. As I opened the door, the scent of fresh bread wafted in, making me realize how hungry I was. I walked out the door and looked around, I was in a hallway. To my left was some stairs going down and to my right the hallway extended for as far as I could see, with doors alternating on each side. I figured the stairs would lead down to the kitchen where I first entered the house, so I turned left and went down the stairs.

As I made my way down the stairs, the kitchen came into view. Sitting at the table was the old man, two men who looked to be in their fifties, a boy who looked to be about seventeen and two women who looked to be in their mid to late twenties. I stopped on the bottom step as they all turned and looked at me. Feeling very self-conscious, I averted my eyes and made my way slowly to the only empty chair at the end of the table, between the boy and one of the women. I looked around the table at the people and from their expressions I took it that there were mixed feelings about me being there.

“Well, it’s good of you to join us finally.” The old man said with a smile.

I was kind of startled that he had spoken to me and so I looked at him curiously, wondering why I hadn’t understood him the last time he spoke.

“Yes, we needed some new blood around here.” The man sitting to the right of the old man said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.

I was still confused by the whole situation and so I just stared blankly around the table, trying to think of something to say.

“So what is your name?” The woman sitting to the left of the old man asked as she smiled at me.

“Umm…Merlin.” I replied for some reason.

“Welcome to the house, Merlin.” The same woman said.

“Why don’t you all go about your chores while Merlin has something to eat and I explain things to him.” The old man said.

The others all stood up and went outside, the woman who was sitting next to me looked back at me before she went through the door, followed by the boy and the door was shut.

“I suppose you have quite a few questions for me.” The old man said. “But first help yourself to some food, you’ve been out for a few days, and I’ll explain some things to you.”

I just nodded my head and looked around at the food on the table. There was bread, butter, cheese, wine, fruit, nuts, meat of some kind and a bowl with some eggs still in it. So, I helped myself to some of the bread, cheese, the rest of the eggs, meat and fruit, leaving the wine alone, since I wasn’t a big drinker. After I piled the food onto my plate and started eating, the old man started to talk.

“First off, my name is Ferdinand, but you can just call me Ferd. Next the others that were here are the other members of the house. The two older men were apprentices of mine but are now their own man. The one who sat on my right was George and the one next to him was Herald. The other three are my current apprentices. The boy is Arthur, the woman that sat on my left is Natalie and the one that was next to you is Azura.” The old man, Ferd, explained. “As to what this house is, it’s many things, though for the most part it’s a haven for people like us.”

People like us? I thought.

“It’s a place to practice and hone our skills, it’s a place to study and experiment and it’s a place to call home.” Ferd said as he looked around like he was remembering something. “People come here from all over the place, it’s no secret it’s here, but they usually don’t sleep in the field naked while making the journey.”

I looked up at him at that and then back down at my mostly empty plate and swallowed the food that was in my mouth. I then looked back at him and said, “I wasn’t in the field when I went to sleep.” He gave me a curious look after I said that.

“Where did you go to sleep at then?” He asked.

“In my bed at my place.” I said but didn’t elaborate on where exactly that was.

“Hmmm, curious.” He said as he stroked his beard and looked up at a beam.

As he was pondering on what I had said, I took the opportunity to ask my first question. “When you said, people like us, what did you mean?”

Ferd stopped what he was doing and looked at me. “What I meant by that was, people who can do magic.” He kept looking at me curiously, like he was trying to figure me out.

“So how do people know if they can do magic, then?” I asked as I took some more fruit.

“Well the house only calls those who can do magic, so if you’re here, then you can do magic.”

“But I’ve never felt any magic before in my life.” I said, forgetting about the fruit and starting to panic some.

“You need not feel it to have it. Some people don’t come into their magic until very late in their life, while others come into it when they hit puberty. It all just depends on the person.”

My heart was pounding in my head and my stomach was a breeding ground for butterflies. “So how do I get home then?” I almost yelled.

“I will take you on as an apprentice and train you to use your magic safely and once your training is complete, the house will let you leave.”

“But how will I get home?” I asked again. My mind going to my family and friends and everyone I would miss while I was here.

“Well you’d go back the same way you came, I would suppose.” He said, looking concerned. “Unless…”

I looked up at him, with a wild look in my eyes, I imagine. “I’m not from here.”

“When do you come from then?” He asked, with a little gleam in his eye.

“I imagine it would be considered the future, though how far, I’m not sure.”

Ferd nods his head and looks like he’s thinking of something. “Hmmm, if that is true, you should keep it to yourself. At least for now.” He looked up at me then and said “and I will do all I can to help you get home.” 


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