From the perspective of Umwe, the Origin of Magic (a divisional character made by yours truly)
I remember the day I discovered it
I remember the chill of the night
I remember the white noise of the rain.
I remember the gondola, carved wonderfully of a rich brown wood
I remember the carpet green underneath, unsoaked save for where I stood.
I remember it…
I remember feeling the spark in my hand
I remember what I beheld in my palm
I remember the modest flame, a brilliant yellow
I remember the shock that caused the flame to instantly smother itself.
And I remember how I made it again.
I remember the spark of thought in that moment
I remember the revelation, that feeling of making more elements manifest in my hands
I remember that sudden rush of wonder and glee
I remember twirling about like a child
I remember seeing all these manifested elements make brilliant colors that shone against the roof above
I remember the feeling of my feet lifting off the ground as I unintentionally manifested wind underneath them
I remember being there in wonder for what felt like hours, but was only mere minutes
I remember the feeling I had when the many elements faded into the night
I remember the starstruck crowd I had drawn, drenched in rain as they watched from beyond the railing, I remember saying, with tears of happiness, “This… Is Magic!”
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