Then with the whole 90s kids have it all thing, is just plain biased. I know I'm a 90's kid, but I'm sure as hell that we aren't the best load of kids to come out of it. There are so many issues with kids born in the 90s, that I'd be here for a long long time just explaining them. Then there's the whole biased issue. She can't really claim that the 90s was the best era, because she hasn't really been alive in any other era to experience and say that in her opinion kids that came from the 90s was so much better, and that everything was a lot better because it came from the 90s. Sure, the 90s had some upsides, but life wasn't happy and dandy.
And it's just as well to say, you can't shoot someone down who was born in the 80s and say that their era is better. It's just opinion and since they weren't born in a different decade doesn't mean they can talk down about it. It's like she's always on about how the naughties were crap and now this decade is going to be crap, because the music is going to be crap. Isn't it not right to say that people from the 80s thought that music from the 90s was a complete load of shit? Same goes for like most of the decades before that. I'm not saying everyone's like it. Far from it. It's just a certain amount of people have this view. And I just thought I'd share my opinion on what I think about it.
Moving swiftly forward. Here's the next chapter of DYRM. I'm not all too keen with it. But I'm quite certain now on where I'm going to take it. It should be fun.
Chapter 20
“There’s someone here. And it’s not a normal person. I can feel it.” I said, quickly scanning the area around me. I felt Jamie stiffen up beside me; I knew she too was looking around for the magician that was around here, somewhere.
“Looking for me?” A voice taunted behind me, I turned around so fast that if I were normal –per say- I would have got whiplash.
“You!” I shouted. I recognized the voice from that night, after my first dream, well, memory.
“So you do remember?” Keyword being remember. Of course. I didn’t remember who he was; I remembered that he visited me.
“Danny, you’ve seen this man since coming home?” Jamie asked from beside me. We were both standing up. I don’t remember doing that, see the irony?
“Yeah, he was in my room that one night after I had that strange dream –er, memory. The first time it happened.” I replied, not taking my eyes off of the man in front of me.
“So, the memories are still taking their time to come back?” The man taunted.
“Who the hell’re you? I don’t have to listen to you at all.” I shouted back.
“Right. The reason you do listen though, is because instinct tells you that I may have some information about your friends, right?”
“You didn’t answer the first question.” I grounded out, angrily.
“Ah, right. I am Harvey Russell. You were quite acquainted before you were taken.”
“So, do you know anything about my friends?”
“Nothing that concerns your memory-less mind.” He replied lightly. I fumed at him, giving him the best glare I could achieve. “I mean, I didn’t want you to be taken in the first place. I searched for you, of course. How could I possibly have a rival if he weren’t here for me to taunt my prowess to?” Now, that I found kinda strange. This guy was like mid-thirties, and I was 17. How did the enemy’s thing work out here? Didn’t anyone else find it strange at all?
“So you’ve got nothing?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“So, where’re my friends?”
“I’m not sure if I feel like telling.”
“Tell me!” I ordered.
“Or what? Your just a memory-less kid with a drug addiction.” I deliberately didn’t look over to Jamie. I didn’t want to see her face. She’d hate me for it. I know. “How could you possibly get any answers out of me… unless you’re willing to fight me for some answers.”
“Danny-” Jamie started.
“No. I’ll fight him, Jamie. If he knows where they are. Then I’ll do whatever it takes.”
“Now that’s the childish stubbornness that I adored.” Something told me he was mocking me. I just glared. “So, you remember how to use your powers then?”
I didn’t have an answer.
“No? Yes? Maybe you’ve done it before and not known how to work it all out? No time to practice?”
“Stop taunting me.” I said, I closed my eyes and focused on the cold feeling I felt when I was reverting it, instead, this time, I wanted the feeling to spread out and cover me.
“Ah, so you do know how to work it?” He smiled at me, “though, the way you did it was slightly different from last time.” Suddenly, he was changing. I could see the starts of his power, his chest; it looked like his new form was bleeding onto him from the back and forward. Did mine look like that? It was scary.
In place of the mid-thirty year old, black suit, posh looking man, stood a dark haired, pale skinned man. He wore a tight long sleeved shirt, a cape over the shoulders and equally tight pants and boots at the bottom, all in dark colours.
I looked down at myself. My change wasn’t as dramatic. Blonde hair. And a jumpsuit looking thing. It was a black long sleeved tight shirt and black tight trousers finish off in white boots. I had a belt of pure white around my waist to distinguish where my shirt ended and where my trousers began.
Whereas Harvey covered his hands with a pair of navy gloves, I had nothing. Leaving my hands bare.
Harvey made the first move. A staff appearing in his hand from nowhere, a blue mist coming out of the top and began firing at me. Instinctively I dodged the attack, and lunged to throw a punch at him, one he easily dodged too. I wish I knew more about this stuff.
“I see we’re struggling a bit here with our powers.” Harvey taunted. I glared and threw a well-aimed punch. He blocked it with his staff, the moment my fist connected with the staff bolts of pain shot up through my arm. I cried out. I tried to get my arm to detach from the staff, but it was like it was stuck with glue.
“Danny, you’re a magician too, you can get yourself out of this. Think like a magician!” I heard Jamie shout. Her voice shouted distant.
Think like a magician; think like a magician was being chanted over and over again in my head. I heard laughing as the volts kept passing through my arm. Think, Smith, think. Remove your hand from the staff. I felt something travelling down my arm, disrupting the flow of electricity travelling up my arm. I grunted as I concentrated on whatever I was doing.
As soon as the sensation reached my hand, it popped off the staff.
Harvey stopped laughing.
Teleport behind him, I thought. I remembered Mage Kennedy doing it. And before I knew it, there I was standing behind him. Sword, I thought, and it appeared in my hand. Lucky for Harvey, he turned around just as I was about to stab him and blocked my attack with his staff. Luckily for me, it didn’t stick like before.
Before I could react, Harvey sent the blue mist out again. This time it captured me and threw me half way across the beach. The sword disappearing from my hand.
Harvey was on my again. This time, preferring to use his own hands as he picked me up with one hand, and slammed his fist into my stomach with the other. I gasped at the pain that now racked my body.
“Impressive.” Harvey commented as he threw me back down. Slamming his foot down on my rib cage, to make sure I didn’t make an escape attempt. “I didn’t know you’d have control over your power like that so soon. I underestimated you.”
I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to accept his compliment.
“Though, your control is still very basic. It’s only natural. You’ll have to grasp the idea of being a magician more openly, other than summoning things. Open your mind to the possibilities.” He continued on as if I wasn’t even there.
“My friends?” I asked meekly.
“I don’t know where they are. As I said, I went looking for you and did not find you. I can only offer you this. They are still alive. I can feel it in the air. You might not be able to recognize the different feelings we get as magicians, but you will, when you master your powers.” I wasn’t exactly sure if he was rambling or not “I think my work here is done.”
And with that comment, Harvey Russell had left. Leaving Jamie and me alone.
That was when I felt the true extent of the power I had used. Exhaustion hit me like a tidal wave on land. Dark spots appeared in my vision, and a whole new level of pain filtered through to my body. I was aching beyond comprehension.
“Come on, we need to get you back home. Mom’s really worried.” Jamie said, helping me up. I did a quick scan of the area, not seeing anyone in the vicinity. I let myself change back from Istari to Smith.
I instantly regretted it, as the pain I felt doubled, and the corners of my vision were completely black now.
“Home it is.” I confirmed and walked off.
“Oh man, did you see that?” A young man asked his friend. They’d been out on their daily beach run, when they’d run into something he knew would shock the people of Ovid.
“Yeah, Danny Istari. He’s back. Did you get the picture?” The stronger of the two males asked. Their names were Terry and George. Best friends. Brothers in bond, but not in blood. George being the stronger and Terry the weaker.
“Yeah. Everyone’s gonna freak when they see this. It’s gold.” Terry answered as he and his friends ran off into the distance. Hope you all enjoyed it, and yes, I did leave it on another cliffhanger. They're just really appealing when I'm writing the chapters. The only issue I have with writing my own stories is I know -more or less- how it's all going to end, so there's no element of guess work going on here, besides when I think of how I'm going to take the plot.
Oh, well, I would like to pass on the element of curiosity to people who read this, if it eventually get published, which I am really hopeful for.
So, moving on to the most easy part of typing this blog...
Night!
It's always the easiest because it's only one word!
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