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He examined it properly to be sure his eyes weren't playing any tricks on him, his hands shaking with excitement and disbelief. Truly, the fire didn't leave even the slightest mark of burn on the chair. After Mathias had finished satisfying his curiosity on the chair, he turned his attention to the strange book, where it lay on the floor with its pages opened. He gazed at it for some time before finally picking it up. His fingers trembled as he flipped through the pages, and then he realized he had actually done magic. He actually did MAGIC!! "How in the world is that possible?" He questioned himself, his mind reeling with disbelief and wonder. Then he remembered his grandfather always told

I glared at him, or at least tried to, since I wanted to break the silence and distract his intense gaze from me. He cocked an eyebrow at me. "Oh? It's my big ego now? If I remember correctly, and I do, there was also your pride involved, Ms. Evelyn White. So as far as pride and egos are concerned, I'd say neither of us is the better one. And as for feeling bad about Maggs, don't. Maggs makes more than enough with the restaurant and she has one more outside the town that she runs from here with occasional visits by her and her husband, Peter.

He seemed rather impatient. “Are you guys going to kill me or what?” “Excuse me Ma'am?” Damn this was tasty. Ignoring the guy, I savoured the taste of good food. Now watch and see if my body doesn't heal. If they switched shoes with me, would they heal from eating tuna and bread with green tea, all the time? I grinned at the guy. “I had requested for tasty steak if I was going to die and like magic, it's here.” “It's not magic Ma'am. It was prepared by the hands by the best culinary i—

He insisted on going there with me, so I let him. I spent hours going from one book about magic to the next. There was no other way to describe what was happening. It was magic, simple. “What are you doing?” I heard Alpha Moretti call out, making me jump in my skin. I slammed the book I was holding closed, although there wasn't any need for that considering the numerous books that were sprawled out on the table with their titles on display. His eyes settled on the biggest book there, and my cheeks burned in embarrassment. “The Art of Magic,” the topic read.

"Wait—I might have something that can make it a whole lot easier." "How?" "A spell. To change your shape and your scent. Not much, just enough to mess with their scans." I lifted an eyebrow. "A spell? Who casts one on me?" He was grinning. "Remember Old Magda?" "Oh no. Not her. The woman's insane." "She is not insane. She is a morals-unquestioning mystic herbalist," he told me. "She's insane," I told him. "Talented," he said . "Come on, before you wake up to your senses."

I had wards up to prevent magical food from being served wherever I was so that no one could try to get me to eat it. Most Gods ate magical food and not mundane food because it gave them a high from the boredom that living forever brought out. Magic was infused in the food and you couldn't beat the high it gave out. It was worse then drinks and I drank magic drinks. I was spelled and I didn't even realize it. "Eat. I actually have a few things I want to talk to you about." Alexander said. I picked up my utensils and started eating again. It took me a second to realize what he had done.

They're presenting their magical attributes by laying their hand on a floating book. This book will project how much potential the magician possesses and will decide whether he or she will be included as one of the participants of the incoming entrance exam. "Hey look! The loser's here." A boy from a higher section pointed at Knight who's descending from his flight. "What're you gonna do? Make our sweat disappear?" He continuously makes fun of him in which his friends and the others from a higher class laughed. "Say whatever you want to say Peter." A voice of a girl called out. It was Beatrice's voice, one of the upper class men and a friend of Knight.

They must have seen what happened because Alida was doubled over holding her stomach laughing so hard. Once everyone had calmed down from Maggie’s little trick, we all gathered on the porch for some dinner. Charlie snapped his fingers and three tables of food appeared out of nowhere. I know magic is real and whatnot, but I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to things just appearing out of nowhere.

It could be more difficult than it seems,’ I sigh and push the book to the back of the desk and drag the food tray in front of me. Reaper’s talons patter across the desk toward my plate of food. Holding a piece of sliced meat in one claw, he tears off shreds and gobbles it down. I take a chunk of bread and dip it in the bowl of soup. It has a nice creamy taste to it. Once we finish the food, I take the spell book and hold it up as I pace the floor repeating the chant over in hopes of remembering it by heart. ‘Within this vessel shall hold thee

said Aza as he put the plate in the sink, then took a bottle of water to take him to the room. The sound of the door creaking sounded in the quiet room, Aza immediately took the book then began to take a comfortable position to read it. "Among a group of magicians, the core of the magician itself is called the Cube magician who controls the crystal cube, there are eight cube magicians including blue, red, maroon, green, brown, white, gray and purple cube magicians," When Aza turned the next page, it was blank. "Huh? Empty? Give me a break!" grumbled Aza.