The Wizard's Daughter- Part 1

January 8, 2010
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I was sitting in the apple tree in our front garden, age 5, swinging my feet and sucking on a grape Popsicle. There was a teeny bit of a breeze, the sort that you only get in July, and I was in a hurry to finish my melting Popsicle before it fell. My hands were sticky and the sun was bright.

Then out came Mama, brilliant, beautiful Mama, smiling her radiant smile. She looked ecstatically happy. Her hair was whisper- light and I remember thinking, vaguely, that she looked like pure sunshine. And she was my pure sunshine. She was coming out to see me, not James, not Martha, not Papa, just me. I grinned and waved wildly down at her.

She gave me a little smile, but it wasn’t as big as before- more like an afterthought. She stepped out into the ring, the one she had made with Papa, to do magic in, and time stopped for her to wait. Soon Papa and Martha came, looking happy and babbling on about some experiment. I did not understand. I usually didn’t.

They held hands, and poof, gone. If I hadn’t lived with this my whole life I would have been scared.

They were gone, all together, in sync, a nice little family. Except t for me. I was always the exception.

Chapter 1:

Time and magic. Hard concepts to grasp. One minute you think you have them, you hold them in your hand, telling you their secrets and then- and then, they are lost. For how do you measure time and magic? How do you say, magic is here, or time works in this way? And how do you know when you have found it, the elusive answer?

I have had a lifetime to ponder these questions, while I waited for the answers to come to me as they had my family, as they had the one I loved. But they never did. Fate is funny that way.


I was 1 when I first noticed that they were different. I had a feeling- the sort of feeling that I could not describe until now, until I am letting it all out.

I am normal. Accomplished, maybe, but average. My family, on the other hand- they were wizards. Not the Disney sort. The magical, interesting sort, the sort I most longed to be.

I saw them making potions. They looked so happy and so peaceful, that I just knew that they loved what they did, what they were. They loved me; I knew this. But this first time I saw that I was not important compared to their magic. I was jealous for years, until I finally understood why it had to be this way.

I was never meant to be like them. I was not worthy; it was that simple.

I learned that I could do great things. I could do graceful fouettés and breathtaking leaps, I could get great marks on projects and look pretty when I felt sick and act cool when I was nervous. I knew that they knew that I could do lots of things. But I could not, could never, be as good as them, because I would never be able to do magic. They could, I couldn’t- it was simple. I did not belong, not yet.

And so I waited to be like them- I waited to deserve to be like them. I did all I could, wished as hard as was humanly possible. I danced until my feet were bloody and my muscles were dying, in hopes that it would make me worthy of being a wizard.

Most of all, I waited for the truth. And the truth did not come.

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ZAVERY said...
Apr. 9, 2010 at 3:42 pm
Love this! Post more parts plz!
Thrush replied...
Apr. 26, 2010 at 12:26 pm
AWESOME! This is great Anne, and I'm glad you told me how to get to other people's profiles. :)P.S. I like your favourite quote! I really like your start to your book!!!!
AnneOnnimous replied...
May 3, 2010 at 6:56 pm
Thanks guys! Thrush and Zavery, you guys are both great people to have help you with writing! And Thrush, call me or I will send the ninjas. I'm serious. :P
Thrush replied...
May 4, 2010 at 7:51 pm
i know i know, i horrible, i always 4get.
AnneOnnimous replied...
May 6, 2010 at 4:57 pm
"i horrible" luic, no, i horrible. You not horrible. Seriously though, call me.
ZAVERY replied...
May 6, 2010 at 8:36 pm
Thanks! I don't mean about the ninjas. ROFL!
AnneOnnimous replied...
May 9, 2010 at 7:26 pm
haha, thanks. Although I'm sure the threat of ninjas was very flattering :P LUIC (that's short for Laugh Until I Cry, a term which Thrush and I came up with, by the way.)
_Zavery replied...
May 9, 2010 at 8:14 pm
That's a cool slang! Lol!
AnneOnnimous replied...
May 12, 2010 at 7:51 pm
luic, thanks :) and I love your profile picture!
A_Dreamer said...
Mar. 4, 2010 at 10:19 am
Good job, keep up the good work. :)
Can't wait for the next part!!!
rose58 said...
Feb. 25, 2010 at 5:27 pm
thanks for the advice, your story is really interesting
AnneOnnimous said...
Jan. 20, 2010 at 4:42 pm
*the question marks were originally different symbols to separate the two parts of it
twiwrite replied...
Jan. 27, 2010 at 2:41 pm
i cant wait for part 2
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