The Magic Of Thinking Novels & Stories

“Is that something I can do too?” “Of course. Everything you need is within your grasp now. Because of your accelerated training, you have the basic skills required. You just have to put it to good use. Magic is as much mental as it is physical. You think it, feel it inside, and then you manifest it and speak it into existence. It will come to you in due time.” I was so thankful I had found her. I felt a connection with her and wondered how alike her and Antoinette were. She was kind and helpful and I had learned more from her in the last couple of days than I had since I’ve known about my identity.

He just chuckled and assured me that there’d be no bolts of energy shooting out of my hands to worry about. To my surprise, wonderment, and amazement, the magic he showed me came from deep within me. I was the source. It required no hocus pocus words or special, overly dramatic movements. No magic wands or symbols drawn in the air or on my body. I simply had to think about what I wanted to have happen. Who would have thought it? I was required to focus my mind harder than I’d ever focused it before. As a result, my brain felt like it was made of oatmeal within fifteen minutes. That’s where the trick lied. I needed to strengthen my brain’s tolerance to being used in such a way.

I don’t fucking need you and would be better off without you. It was the work of an internal binding that we had yet to find a reversal for. Its magic always took hold whenever someone would get to close to what it was binding. That included mentioning it or even alluding to it. The magic was a diversion-based one and seriously powerful. It had to be if it was going to be an effective cage. It would take hold of him, making him lash out in an attempt to keep others away. Said magic then pushed out towards the target, ‘encouraging’ them to back off.

Suddenly the chair in front of me moved by a mysterious force that agitated the air a little around me… like an invisible hand punched the chair and pushed it a few meters to the corner of the room… I made the same process of thoughts but this time to pull it, and it worked…! The potential I have right now is wide! I want to know more and to use it more! Magic that is! Lets practice inside this side building alone and learn more about this power! After all I already said this but the more cards the better Ho Ho Ho

I just wish I understood the magic better. ***“Don’t overthink it, Little One. You do understand the magic. You understand it enough to work with it, not fight it. You respect what magic can do and what it cannot. You understand it is to be worked with, not commanded.”*** Osiston is always in teaching mode.

“So nothing magical?” “Oh, there’s magic,” he said quickly, flipping open a thick journal bound with gold leaf. “It’s subtle. Hidden in plain sight. Like… okay, see this one?” He jabbed his finger at a cracked page covered in elegant handwriting. “It’s a lesson book. English grammar. But some of the example sentences are low-key incantations. Nothing crazy—just little things. But whoever wrote these wanted the students to get used to weaving magic into ordinary learning.” Zerina perked up in my head. “Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.”

“Yes! Yes, I know.” “Did you do what I told you?” “Yes, of course I did.” “Well, then why didn’t it work. Why did you do that?” Gail shrugged, knowing her aunt didn’t want a reply. Aunt Rose sighed and shook her head. “Come on Gail. Focus! Magic is all about intention. Don’t allow your mind to wander. Not even a little. Perhaps we need to go back to focusing techniques.” “But I am focusing,” Gail said, not wanting to go back through her aunt’s focusing techniques. There was only so much sitting, controlled breathing, and meditation a girl could take.

It is magically doing the trick, and I’m glad. ##########

The worst part is that we don't know if there are more jars of it left back in the abandoned house. But if we find a smaller place, I guess it's already too late for that. The time was a quarter before dawn and our bodies were already worn out. I don't have anything in mind either where that smaller place could be. "By believing in magic. There's this old saying that says imagination is more powerful than knowledge. If Jackson believes that we can accomplish something good and big out of that jar, it will happen. He can do it. I know Jackson can do it. There's no way he can't do it."

he snapped his finger and a candle at a corner of the room was suddenly lit with fire, “will be to quench that fire.” I frowned at him, “I thought this training was supposed to be more combat related.” “Magic!” he snapped sternly, sending a shudder into my legs, “Magic isn’t about violence. It is the ability to make sense out of chaos, make extraordinary things where people see ordinary things. Magic is not the ability to create chaos, but to control it.” I sighed and looked at the candle again, “Okay, okay. This shouldn’t be too difficult.”