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Living in a world where magic exists is amazing. Living in one where it’s forbidden unless you serve the king’s army with it, well that’s less so. Having no choice whether you have magic or not- being born either with magic, or normal, makes it even harder. Especially when you were raised to believe that those who don’t serve the king with their Magic are evil, traitorous creatures- only to discover that you yourself have it. Magic, without a doubt, is a blessing. It is a gift bestowed upon only a few, a chance to do things that no one else can... but the way society views magic changes things. See, to have magic is a blessing. But to be known for it? That is surely nothing more than a poorly disguised curse.
One thing we need to make clear- magic is not limitless. To have magic does not mean that you can do anything you could imagine, it is simply another form of talent. Perhaps someone is born with a natural ability to play the piano- just as they are born with that, someone else may be born with a complete resistance to fire. To have magic is not something that we have the liberty to choose, and neither are our abilities. It simply is.
I was born to a family lacking in magic, as most of the Gifted are. Like many normal children, I was raised to believe that Magicals were dangerous, not to be trusted, for the king warned us so. My parents had no clue that I was a Gifted child, like most Magicals. But, unlike most, I did not have a young awakening of power which showed me quite clearly my ability. There was no sudden burst of flames when I was angry, no moment where I understood the languages of beasts. I grew up believing I was simply average, and my family did as well. I was fourteen the first time my abilities manifested, when I first started to really dislike the way I looked. After all, why would my appearance ever have changed before I had need of it to?
Everything changed after that, very quickly. At first I thought I must’ve been wrong- who would expect their hair to shrink simply because they thought it might look better shorter? But as I thought about it, it began to change once again to fit what I wished it. And then I wished to look like someone else- a close friend- and I did. Unfortunately, I did the worst thing I could have with the results of my new discovery.... I screamed. My mother rushed in just in time to see my skin bubble as it returned to normal, and i felt as though I could see her heart breaking as she hid the change from my father. She hugged me one last time, placed a kiss on my brow, and helped me pack a bag. I left that night.
I haven’t seen my family since.
My magic is my gift, but it is also a curse. It made me lose my family as I ran to keep them safe (for the king has no mercy for those who hide possible weapons). Yet it has also been my saving grace. Though the king’s men try to find me and recruit me for their own, or maybe just remove me so I can’t be a thorn in their side, they are unable to catch me. How could they, when I so easily can wear another person’s skin? They do not know me, looking for a teen when I am the four year old boy on the streets, the old woman who shares her wisdom in the towns. I can’t help but giggle as they ask me where I am, pretending like shyness causes it. I admit- my Gift is fun, and I love to use it, but that is not all. I use my Gift for many things, certainly, but there is one far more crucial than others.
I use my magic for survival.
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