Depression And Other Magic Tricks の小説・ストーリー

“Okay, so what are you getting at?” “Magic is quite dangerous, especially to the untrained. You can take too much from your source or put too much into your goal. For example, I can’t take energy from anything but myself. Imagine if I was healing someone and I took too much of myself to do so. I’d become drained, fatigued possibly beyond recovery. In turn, the patient could suffer a sort of burn out, like receiving an electrical shock when touching a live wire. It’s a delicate balance of control. Loss of focus, one wrong thought, too much emotion can cause a devastating outcome. All of this doesn’t even include aptitude.”

“If I’m honest, I’m getting the feeling that this is magic.” Eyeing his strangely, I nod, before leaving the room as quickly as possible. Magic? I don’t think so. I think these therapists are getting more and more desperate for answers. But I know magic can’t be it.

I think it's the magic trying to adjust to my body. Today, I was resting as I flipped through Devin's glimoures. He brought a few to me so that I can try practising my already transferred magic. I have been feeling weak since morning. I also lost my appetite and didn't take anything. I was practicing creating a spell when a wave of dizziness hit me. I shook my head, trying to shake the feeling off me. Thinking that it was our of wearing myself off in the past few days, I made to stand and head to my bed to lay down.

" Missy, That's the section with fake books for the one's exploring spells and curses. They are used to mesmerise the audience. It used to be popular back in the old days. Now they all know the ' science' behind those ' special effects' and ' visuals'. They have been rusting on the top shelf for half a decade. " Then he turned towards Draco. " And shaking a book so old like that would only tear those pages. If you want me to show you how it's tricks work, you will have to buy them. Because, I do not waste my time on that and then get laughed at , in the end. "

The dry herbs in their stoppered bottles hadn’t lost their properties at all. When Reive was first inventing the formula, he had tried loads of ingredient options. According to the existing laws of magic, it wasn’t possible to influence the human mind. However, the necromancer knew some magic creatures could actually do that. For example, that same water hag. Before dragging someone into a pond and eating him, she made the victim think about something important. For a woman – to make her think a baby was falling into the water. And for a man – to make him think a naked beauty was tempting him from the depths. Then, it was easy.

" I remind myself why I came here in the first place. I didn't replace Alice because I intended to sacrifice myself and take her place. My magic has progressed quickly, even though I haven't been practicing. I close my eyes and allow magic to connect both of us, and when we connect, I see in his mind the person he intends to see. The person he wishes to see. And I become that person with minimal effort. As an extra touch, I convince him to ignore all that feels odd to him. This little encounter will slip from his mind completely and he will have no knowledge of it. It only lasts a few seconds.

Yet, I wanted to believe that he was performing for me, even when I knew it was impossible. “The magic isn’t beyond the mundane. It’s in the mind, thoughts and desires of the mundane.” Kian started shuffling the deck of cards deftly with swift expert hands as if all those cards had an unhealthy affinity to his fingers, his touch… I hugged Kys tighter against my breasts. I licked my lips, my eyes taking in every flex of his fingers, the veins on his arms and his muscles. Squeezing my legs tighter, I tried not to desire beyond the mundane, because I knew magic does not happen to people like me.

I was at her side immediately, stroking the hair from her brow so I could look into her eyes. "Selene?" I asked worriedly. It took a moment for her gaze to focus on mine and when it did her eyes were back to the same brilliant green they were before. "You had me worried there for a second," I breathed. She sat up straight still trying to shake the dredges of her trance from her mind. "I'm ok," she assured me with a weak smile. "This kind of magic can be draining, and before yesterday, I never thought I had the capacity to try it."

Tension coils instantly in my stomach. Right. He is definitely talking about me. “Magic,” he continues, turning away, “is not emotion. It is not instinct. It is discipline.” Something about those words feels wrong. Deeply wrong. Because whatever happened to me…It felt exactly like instinct. The glowing crystals overhead flicker slightly. Just once. No one else notices. But I do. And suddenly that pressure returns. Awakening in my veins. My fingers tighten against the desk. Not now. Please not now.