Magic 1

Jim's P. O. V.

I went to Zoey’s place. Coming inside in the warmth, I breathed shakily, relieved from the cold outside.She greeted me with a grin. She was wearing pyjamas, her straight hair was open and a little untidy. She took my coat and hung it behind the door.

 

Soon, we were sitting infront of the fireplace and I was warming my hands above the fire.

"You can’t convince me to help your sister, Zoey. Especially because she doesn’t want it," I said.

 

Zoey grimaced, “Jim,… she doesn’t know better.”

“It’s her life, her decisions, Zoey.”

She kept the mug of coffee she was sipping from, on the table and turned her chair to directly face me, crossing her legs and arms.

“Looking at me like that won’t change my mind.”

“Ugh. It’s like, would you let an idiot harm themself, Jim? She is an idiot, Jim,” she cried.

“She isn’t. She is simply doing something foolish blinded by her selfishness. While that is idiotic, she isn’t an idiot.”

 

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Nazaya's P. O. V.

The stone sparkled. It was captivating how one could see a myriad of colours interchanging places inside it, getting brighter and dimmer. Like a dance. Such a beautiful thing. Why shouldn’t I use it? It's meant to be put to use. My footsteps echoed in the cavern as I walked towards the centre, where light streamed in from an opening above. I winced as the harsh sunlight hit my eyes upon entering the sunlit area.

 

“Fuck!” my hands suddenly burned. The stone seemed to be slowly melting. The melted surface turning it into a plasma form. I dropped it, running backwards and stumbling. I escaped and reached the shadows and gawked at the scene in front of me.