The Magic of Irina

Center Kingdom, present time. “Don’t go in there, Lucas.” Lucas glared and kept on walking into the house. The door was ajar. Humid air welcomed him mixed with the smell of burning flesh and blood. He turned to the living room where a flame hanging on the side wall. Not much damage had done in the room, but he saw a very strange way death of a man. He recognized who the dead man was. He stared at the dead body sadly, there was a scorch in his skin, not all of his skin but a straight line from head down his forehead to the center his nose and divided his lips into four, the line went all the way down to each of his foot. His eyes were open and almost out of its socket. Strong arms managed in time to prevent him touching the dead body. “I knew you’d be like this.” “Let me go, Darren.” Lucas hissed the order through clenched teeth. Tears welled the rim of his eyes. “That’s Janvi. He’s, he’s…” The word dead didn’t exist in his head for the moment. He didn’t want to believe what he saw

PRANKKKK… The plate in Irina’s hand smoothly landed on the floor in pieces. “Oops,” She looked at her father, ready for a lecture. “it doesn’t want me to hold it.” Irina didn’t feel guilty. She knew somehow her father would manage to bring the same plate home. Although she didn’t understand why her father didn’t bring plate with different colors or motives home. Why it had to be the same type? Roman’s eyes were on the floor, then swiftly turned to his daughter’s guiltless expression. He sighed at her ridiculous excuse. “That’s the second plate for this morning.” “Sorry…” Snorting, Roman knew his daughter didn’t regret it at all. “Please don’t help me and go to your room. I’ll call you when breakfast ready.” “No, Papa. I need to help you so we can have breakfast faster.” “No! You proved it already, your help slows the process. Now go wait in your room. I’m afraid if I let you stay here, I’m sure you’d broke all our plates and glasses.” “But…” Irina faced her father’s one brow li

Lunch time, Irina opened the front door as gently as she could. Although she already prepared herself for a thorough lecture from her father, she still took precaution. If she could avoid the disciplinary lecture, why not? Peeking through the slight open door, the hall that led to the living room was quiet. She stepped inside, still with the same precaution, she tiptoed towards the stairs. When she passed the living room, her father cleared his throat. She wore her pitiful expression before she turned to face her father, making sure her heart also supported her looks. “Papa, I’m sorry.” Her father gave a snort to her pleading opening line. This was not the first time though. She went out of the house without telling him, and he suddenly appeared in the room which she made sure that he wasn’t in it. So, she wasn’t shocked anymore and be prepared to be scolded. Roman rolled his eyes. “I know you’re not.” “I really am, Papa.” Irina strode towards her father. She took a seat on one a

Earlier in the morning, Lucas woke, panting. Beads of sweat visible in his forehead, damping his clothes. Horrible dreams haunted him for the past week. It felt real as if the dreams really happened in his life. When a dream came repeatedly, it usually had a deeper meaning behind it, right? But what was the meaning of his dream? Who was he? Why he had those kinds of dream? He didn’t have the answers for those questions. A week ago, Lucas woke, screaming. His head hurt like it would split into two, blurring his vision too. When the pain gradually subsided few moments later, he could see middle aged woman watching him. Concern was all over her face. She introduced herself as Mrs. Letty. She explained that she found him unconscious near her house, and had helped him because she recognized he was the same kind as her. He told her his name was Lucas when she asked and nodded when she wanted to know if he knew he was a wizard. Then, a week later, he still didn’t know who he was but his

From behind a huge statue of a woman, Lucas peeked, she was in the front of tall and thin door. She opened it then disappeared into it as the door closed itself. After some times, ensuring no one was around, Lucas strode towards the door and went inside it. On a thick carpeted floor his feet fell into a silent step, his eyes wandered over the exclusive sight before him. The corridors decorated with expensive decorations and beautiful paintings were hanging on the wall. In his forgotten life, Lucas knew that he wasn’t a servant or butler, but he felt familiar with this kind of lux, somehow. There was one black and white drawing among the paintings on the wall that caught his attention. It obviously a drawing of this manor, drew from inside the stable. Very unique perspective, admired Lucas. Who drew this? Couldn’t stay long to keep on admiring the paintings as he was on a mission of tailing Irina. Lucas managed to have quite distance so that she wouldn’t notice. She led him through s