Book of Magic

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Sam finds himself lost during a field trip. He wanders into a strange store. Inside he finds an odd book. “Book of Spells,” it says on the front. Through the book, Sam starts to mess with the fundamental laws of nature. A voice speaks to him. Asking him if he is sure about the way he uses the book.

“Be careful with this world. Respect it’s laws and don’t disturb them.

Otherwise bad things may happen.”

 

 

 

 

“Umm, where am I?” Sam asks himself out loud, “and where did the others go?” Sam was on a field trip with his class to New York. The teacher had said to stay alert and to stay together. But Sam was far to distracted to pay attention to the teacher. He always got lost on these things. He took another right turn hoping it would lead him back to his classmates, but he turned into an alley. It was strangely dark in the alley and it seemed to lead nowhere. “Come, boy, come,”  a voice whispered. Sam listened to the voice and entered the dark alley. He kept walking until he hit a wall. The alley had become so dark, he couldn’t see anything anymore. “Over here,” the voice whispered again. Sam feels around in the dark and finally finds a cold doorknob. Sam turns it and the door opens.

Welcome, welcome!” A man stood in Sam’s path. “Please look around the store and ask me anything you’d like!” the man said. Sam noticed the man had yellow eyes. And he seemed to have a strange tongue. “Look’s like a snake,” Sam thought. He cautiously walked past the man into the curious shop. All kinds of strange things riddled the shelves. A lizard’s tail, some fish eggs, and a jar filled with dice. Sam walked past them with curiosity but didn’t stop. He felt drawn to the middle of the shop. A small, round pedestal had a book on it. Sam picked it up. “Book of Magic,” it said on the front in golden letters. Sam ran his letters dazed over the letters. “Oooh, you like that? Kekekeke, very good,” the man cackled. “I would like to buy this book, please,” Sam said. “Good, good. Be very careful with it. It’s very old,” the man said. He wrapped the book in some paper and Sam put it in his backpack. Sam turned around and left the store.

It was very light outside. Sam blinked hard against the harsh light. He could only see spots. When the spots disappeared, Sam could see he wasn’t in the alley anymore. He was in Central Park. Sam looked around and saw his classmates. He ran over to them, but a hand caught his shoulder. He looked up at the owner of the hand. It was the teacher. “Sam, where have you been, boy?” the teacher said. “I-I… I got distracted and got lost. But I found you again!” Sam said proudly. The teacher nodded. “Good, now go to your friends. They were worried about you,” she said. Sam didn’t feel proud. He felt really confused and dizzy as if he banged his head on something. He walked up to his friends and sat down. They were eating their sandwiches and Sam grabbed his lunch from his backpack. The book was still neatly wrapped in there. “So, it was real. I really just magically appeared here,” he thought.

The rest of the field trip went off without a hitch. Sam’s class went to see the statue of liberty and the empire state building. Sam was impressed by New York and dreamt of living there once he grew up. Later in the afternoon, around four o’clock, the bus left. Sam settled into his seat and thought about the strange experience he had with the shop and the book. He decided to look at the book once he got home.

“Hi mom,” Sam said as he opened the car door. “Hi, sweety. Did you have a nice day?” Sam’s mom asked. “Yes, I got to see everything!” Sam said. “Better not tell mom I got lost again,” he thought. “I still need to pick up some groceries before driving home. You don’t mind coming with me, do you?” his mom asked. “Sure, I don’t mind,” Sam said. His mom hit the gas and they drove off. Sam told his mom about everything he saw in New York. He didn’t tell her anything about the book or the shop. After they got home, Sam’s mom made dinner. They ate together and after that Sam had a shower. He went straight to his room. There he opened his backpack and took out the book. His fingers ran over the golden letters again.

Don’t open it,” a new voice said. Sam snapped out of his daze. “What? Why? Who are you?” he asked. “Don’t worry. I am your friend. That book is dangerous. You shouldn’t open it,” the voice said. “It’s just a dumb book on magic tricks. Nothing dangerous,” Sam snickered. “Believe me. It’s not just a dumb book. The magic in it is real. Don’t open it,” the voice urged. “Look, clearly you’re just a little girl. What do you know? I’m already eleven years old! So please, shut up,” Sam grumbled. “Suit yourself. But don’t come crying when things go wrong,” the voice said.

Sam opened the book. He could clearly hear the faint laughter of the shopkeeper as he ran his fingers over the first page. “Kekekekeke.” Sam shuddered. He felt a cold wind on his neck. The new voice stayed quiet, just as Sam had requested of her. He read the first page. It was a spell for changing the weather.

Rain begone

I wish to play on the lawn.

I want warm sunshine

I wish for weather I design.

Listen to my command

I want the day as I planned!

 

Sam knew it would rain tomorrow. He decided to try the spell in the morning. “Don’t disturb the weather!” the girl's voice said. “Why not? I hate rain! And didn’t I tell you to be quiet?” Sam asked angrily. “Why not? That bad weather has to go somewhere. And it’ll only be worse once it gets to that somewhere. Weather can get angry, you know,” the voice said. “I don’t care. Stop bothering me!” Sam snapped, “I’m going to bed!” The voice stayed quiet again and Sam went to sleep.

The next morning it was indeed raining. Sam woke up early and opened the book again. He read the instructions for the weather spell. “Okay, so I have to just say the rhyme out loud while picturing the weather I actually want for today,” he thought. “Please reconsider,” the girl’s voice pleaded. “No, I won’t. I don’t believe in this dumb stuff anyway. So trying it can’t hurt,” Sam said. Sam continued reading the instructions.

After he read the entire page, Sam opened his window and stood in front of it. He held the book in front of him. “Please don’t do this,” the voice continued to plead. “Just shut up. You’re annoying me,” Sam grumbled. The voice stayed quiet again. Sam took a deep breath and said the spell out loud. The thick clouds immediately stopped raining. The clouds broke open, the wind quieted down and the sun started to shine brightly in the sky.  

“Wow! So this book actually works! Cool!” Sam felt ecstatic. He heard the girl’s voice murmur in his head. “What? You have something to say?” he asked angrily. “No, I don’t. But I’ll have, once the weather gets to that someplace,” the voice said. “Pffft, no it won’t go anywhere! I just wished it away!” Sam laughed. “You’re a dumb boy. And an unpleasant one on top of that,” the voice argued. “Whatever. I have to go to school, so stay quiet,” Sam argued back. He dressed for school and put the book in his backpack. “I really need to check the other pages. Maybe there’s something awesome written on them!” he thought excitedly.  

The next morning it was indeed raining. Sam woke up early and opened the book again. He read the instructions for the weather spell. “Okay, so I have to just say the rhyme out loud while picturing the weather I actually want for today,” he thought. “Please reconsider,” the girl’s voice pleaded. “No, I won’t. I don’t believe in this dumb stuff anyway. So trying it can’t hurt,” Sam said. Sam continued reading the instructions.

After he read the entire page, Sam opened his window and stood in front of it. He held the book in front of him. “Please don’t do this,” the voice continued to plead. “Just shut up. You’re annoying me,” Sam grumbled. The voice stayed quiet again. Sam took a deep breath and said the spell out loud. The thick clouds immediately stopped raining. The clouds broke open, the wind quieted down and the sun started to shine brightly in the sky.  

“Wow! So this book actually works! Cool!” Sam felt ecstatic. He heard the girl’s voice murmur in his head. “What? You have something to say?” he asked angrily. “No, I don’t. But I’ll have, once the weather gets to that someplace,” the voice said. “Pffft, no it won’t go anywhere! I just wished it away!” Sam laughed. “You’re a dumb boy. And an unpleasant one on top of that,” the voice argued. “Whatever. I have to go to school, so stay quiet,” Sam argued back. He dressed for school and put the book in his backpack. “I really need to check the other pages. Maybe there’s something awesome written on them!” he thought excitedly.  

During the day, Sam continued to hear the voice murmur in his head. He got annoyed by it and decided he’d have a good talk with her once he got home. During the lunch break, Sam went to the bathroom. He took the book from his backpack and sat it on his lap. The second page had a floating spell on it. “Floating spell? What is that supposed to mean?” Sam thought. “It’s a gravity alteration spell. You shouldn’t use it,” the girl’s voice said. “Be quiet! I can’t talk to you right now!” Sam whispered. The voice didn’t say anything anymore. “What could that possibly mean, gravity alteration? I should ask the teacher about it,” he thought.

After the lunch break, Sam came out of the bathroom. He carefully stuck the book back in his bag and went to class. He decided to ask his teacher about gravity after classes. The day dragged on for Sam, the voice kept murmuring in his head. Finally, the day ended. Sam went to see his teacher. “Ma’am, I would like to know more about gravity,” Sam said. The teacher didn’t have time to explain, so she wrote down a list of books for Sam. “You can get those at the library downtown,” she said. Sam thanked his teacher and went outside. His mom was already waiting for him in her car. “Mom, can you drive me to the library?” Sam asked. “Of course, sweety. I still have to run some errands, so I’ll pick you up later,” his mom said. They drove off towards the downtown area.

Sam spent two hours at the library. After he was done, he had a huge stack of books on gravity. He carefully carried the stack to his mom’s car. “Sweety, get in quickly. Something happened to your auntie,” Sam’s mom said. “Huh? What happened to auntie?” Sam asked. “The weather arrived at the someplace,” the voice announced in his head. “I’m not sure, sweetheart. We need to get home and turn on the news,” Sam’s mom looked pale. Sam knew something bad had happened. He worried about his aunt and nephews. They lived in Shanghai, so Sam didn’t get to see them often, but his aunt always skyped each weekend.

Once they got home, Sam and his mom jumped out of the car and raced inside. Sam’s mom quickly turned on the tv and switched to CNN. Horrific images of Shanghai decorated the screen. “Shanghai got devasted by an enormous natural disaster. An earthquake of magnitude 8 struck first, after that a tsunami slammed down on the Chinese city. Currently, a tornado is ripping through,” the reporter said. “Oh my God,” Sam’s mom had sunk to her knees. “Is auntie going to be okay, mom?” Sam asked worriedly. “No,” the voice coldly said. Sam’s mom turned off the tv. She looked pale and shock was visible on her face and in her eyes. Sam grabbed her hand and guided her to the couch. There she sank down, unresponsive to Sam’s questions. “Mom, are you okay?” Sam asked. “I’ll make her some tea. Maybe she’ll feel better after a drink,” Sam thought. He went to the kitchen.

You caused this, you know,” the voice said. “No, I didn’t. It’s just a coincidence,” Sam whispered. He didn’t want his mom hearing him talking to himself. She’d think he’d gone insane! “You’re sorely mistaken. It’s the consequence of that spell you used. You can read it in the book, too,” the voice argued. “I can? Wait, those spells have consequences?” Sam whispered in disbelieve. “Unbelievable. I warned you time and time again! Every action has a reaction. You wishing the weather away, caused it to move. Weather doesn’t like to be forcibly moved, so it went to someone related to you. To learn you a lesson,” the voice explained annoyed. “But my auntie and nephews will be okay, right?” Sam asked. “Don’t count on it. Your mother gets it. Her sister is dead. And so are your nephews. It’s sad she lived in such a metropolitan area. The rest of the city of Shanghai was collateral damage,” the voice said. “How can you say such a horrible thing?! I’m sure they’re fine. And that extreme weather isn’t my fault, I’m sure of it!” Sam whispered confidently. “Fine, you just believe that,” the voice said.

“Mom, I made you some tea,” Sam said as he came into the living room. He carefully held the hot cup in his hands. He walked slowly, so he wouldn’t spill any. He found his mom crying on the couch. “Oh, sweety. This is just so sad,” she sniffled. “What’s sad? Auntie is fine, right?” Sam asked. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. She’s not. I don’t think anyone can survive that destruction,” his mom said as she rubbed the tears of the cheeks. Sam felt his heartache. “Told you so,” the voice said. “Be quiet you,” Sam grumbled softly. “What was that, honey?” his mom asked. “No-nothing, mom. Just thought of something,” Sam quickly said. “Of what did you think?” his mom asked. “That I have a huge pile of homework I still need to finish,” Sam quickly said. He wanted to escape to his room and have a stern talk with the voice. “I think we need to eat out for dinner. I don’t have any energy to cook, sweety. If you have homework, just go do it, okay?” his mom said drained. “Yes, mom. Wait, I can cook us some dinner later!” Sam said. He was proud of his idea to take care of things. “That’s fine, honey. You can try doing that after you finish your homework,” his mom sighed. “Thank you, mom! I’m going to my room,” Sam said. “Okay, work hard!” his mom said.

Is this your idea of making amends?” the voice asked. “I’m not trying to make amends. I didn’t do anything wrong!” Sam said angrily as he ran up the stairs to his room. Sam wasn’t so convinced he didn’t do anything wrong anymore. “Maybe I shouldn’t have used that spell,” he muttered to himself. “You think so? Not so convinced about ourselves now, are we?” the voice asked sarcastically. “Do you know of any way to reverse this?” Sam asked, a slight panic was clearly audible in his voice. “Nope. Can’t help you. I warned you before, right?” the voice coldly said. “You’re not being very nice to me, today,” Sam said. “I don’t have to be nice to you. You just caused the destruction of one of the biggest cities in the world. Millions have died today because you don’t like rain!” the voice yelled in his head. “Don’t yell at me! Maybe the book has a spell that can reverse this,” Sam said. He grabbed the book from his backpack and went back to the first page. He was shocked to see more text had appeared on it. “What is that?” he asked aloud. “That’s the warning I put in place,” the voice said. “It wasn’t there before! How could I’ve known?” Sam asked angrily. “He must’ve blocked it or hidden it,” the voice sighed. “He?” Sam asked confused. “Yes, he. The man that sold you the book. He’s a demon. You didn’t know?” the voice asked. “He looked very suspicious, is what I thought,” Sam scratched his head. “I felt something was amiss. That’s why I contacted you, the owner of the book,” the voice explained. Sam felt incredibly angry and slightly confused. His eyes continued to scan the page for any clues. He wanted to undo what he did. Then he found something scribbled in the corner of the page.

“For reverse spell, go to page 22,” the scribble said. Sam flipped through the book and found page 22. It was a spell to return the dead to life again. Sam decided to try it first on a dead plant before he used it on anyone. The spell had another rhyme attached to it.

“My beloved is dead

Blood flowed in a scarlet red

I need them back

It’s life itself I’d like to hack

Help the dead to rise

Reverse my beloved’s demise!”

You shouldn’t use that spell. It’ll raise the dead,” the voice said. “That exactly what I want,” Sam said. “But it’ll not only raise your family. And you don’t know how they’ll be once they have risen,” the voice warned. “I’m still going to use it. It’s my best chance,” Sam said. “Please don’t. You don’t know what you’ll release!” the voice warned again. Sam shrugged. He took the book in his arms and went back downstairs. His mom was gone from the living room. “Maybe she went to buy groceries?” Sam thought. He went to the back door in the kitchen. His mom never locked it, so Sam pushed it open. He went to a corner of the small garden, where the neighbor’s tree prevented any rain from reaching the plants below. They were practically all dead or dying. Sam’s mom wanted to remove them, but she was far too busy running back and forth between her job at the grocery store, her other job at the diner and picking up Sam from school. Sam felt sad for his mom. She was always tired, but she continued for them. Ever since Sam’s dad left 5 years ago, his mom had never had enough time for him.

Sam knelt down by a very dead flower. He opened the book and read the rhyme out aloud. The flower got surrounded by a green aura. First, the stem flowed from brown to green. Then the leaves sprung alive. And lastly, the flower started to bloom. Astonished, Sam quickly picked the flower. He thought it would look strange, a vibrant flower between all those dead plants. Sam decided he would give the flower to his mom. He took the flower inside and put it in a small vase. Then he went back upstairs. He was curious if there was any new writing in the book.

Once back in his room, Sam opened the book and scrolled to page 22. Sure enough, something else was scribbled on the page. I was written in some runic language Sam didn’t understand. He decided to ask the voice about it. “What are those things? What does it mean?” Sam asked. “It’s an arcaïc language used by demons. I can’t really read it,” the voice said. “Can’t you translate it a little for me?” Sam asked. “I can try,” the voice said. Then she stayed silent. “Hello?” Sam asked impatiently. “I’ll need some time,” the voice said. 

 


Submitted: October 18, 2018

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