The Magic of Life

In a corner of Los Angeles, not so long ago, there was a small house along with big houses next to it. It was a very small black house and at the door, there was a drawing of an eye, one big eye that could look right through you. Inside the house, there was a bookshelf with only three books, and they were huge. All covers of the books written: “NOT for newbie.” The room had garbage and half-eaten pieces food everywhere in the room. The room had no light except for beams of moonlight of the haft-opened window. There was a man standing right in the middle of the room. His face looked like he never smile. He was not a muscular man but the wisdom appeared through his eyes, his most beautiful part. His eyes seemed like they can look through you, can make every girl fell down the ground but deep in it, there were sorrows. He was wearing a big hat and a black coat. His hand was holding a stick that circling around a flower. His eyes were haft opened, his lips were moving but hardly a word came out. After a few seconds, the silence of the room broke out into an explosion that shook the vase on the table. Black smoke blocked the vision, when it cleared out, the flower started to move with his stick, and slowly everything around started to fly with his movement. Suddenly, the doorbell rang and everything quickly stopped and fell down to the ground. He hastily reached one of the huge books on the shelf and opened it by his magic the book look like it was thousands years ago. He was surprise because of the bell rang, no one knew where he lived except for his girlfriend, Julia, but she passed away for a year now because of an unknown reason. Julia was the only girl he loved since he was young so after her death, he has closed him self from people around him and the most important thing to him now was his magic. He murmured a spell and by a quick snap, everything go back to normal, all the trash and food were cleaned up. He went to the door and opened it, he looked around but saw no one and then he looked down he saw a young kid about two or three years old and the kid was holding a paper that said: “ This is our son Henrick, please raise him well, sign Julia”.

Henrick fell down because of shock. “How can this possibly be?” he asked him self “Julia passed away for more than a year now”. The child was crying, Henrick look at him, but it was not a look of father to his son, it was a look of disgrace. He still accepted to raise the kid and he named him Jason. Twelve years later, Jason now is a teenager full with life, he started to think about Henrick now, and he was wise like his father. Not so long after living with his father, Jason discovered about the magic but Henrick didn’t teach him any of it. When Jason saw that his father has a hard time carry the book, he asked: “Can I help you with that, father?” Henrick replied: “NO, I can do it by my own, I don’t want you to touch this and never call me your father again. You’re NOT my son, get it?” Jason didn’t reply, he looked quietly at the empty space with sadness in is eyes. Henrick now had to deal with both health problems and the financial problems. Same as his health, his magic also went down as him became older. When he was younger, he had many invitations for him to perform his magic, but since his magic started to decrease so he got less invitation. Jason saw that his dad was in trouble so beside school, he worked part time job at a restaurant near their house but Henrick did not seem to care. Henrick ‘s face has change, now he started to have wrinkles, his eyes were dry, lack of life and strain. He looked even skinnier then before, his arm started to change because he push him self to hard on the spells. He spent almost twenty-four hours per day for practicing, even though some spell that he could not be able to do anymore but he still tried to do it many times but fell. One day, Jason ran through the door and yelled: “Dad, dad, you got an invitation to perform your magic.” Henrick eyes looked joyful but still, he did not smile. At the show night, he planed to make every body fly, but it is one of the spell that he cannot use anymore, his magic didn’t allow him to. At the center of the stage just as if twelve years ago when he was in the middle of the room circling is magic wand at the audience, he said the spell quietly and “BOOM”. It shook all the stadium and everything were covered by black smoke and when it faded away, no one was flying, they only see that Henrick was lying on the ground, motionless. Jason ran to him, used his left hand to hold up his father head. Henrick eyes slowly opened : “I had to finish the spell, let me go.” He said weakly. “No, if you want to finish it, I will do it with you” said Jason. Slowly, Jason to his father hand and help him get up. Henrick didn’t have any power to resist any more. “BOOM” the explosion start again and everyone flew. Jason learned a lot of spell in the books whenever his farther was away. Everyone cheered, he looked at his father and Henrick was smiling he said: “Thank you, my son”.

After that day, both of them lived happier. Henrick started to notice more about how talented his boy was and he taught Jason all of his secret spells that he could not use anymore. His eyes were not dry anymore, instead it was full of bless and no sadness. A few years later, Henrick passed away, before he was dead, he told his son that: “I’m proud of you son. You’re very good at magic just don’t make the same mistake ask me and go find yourself a girlfriend.” Henrick laughed. He finally found his own spell of happiness.