writers_loft | New Story: Blue Magician

Title: The Blue Magician
Author: me! aka Craig famguyrules90
Format: Short story Part 1
Length: 1743
Status: WIP
Rating: PG13? (i'm unsure)
Warnings: This novel contains homosexual content, if this offends you or is illegal to view in your area or at your age, please do not read. Also contains some strong language. All the characters and places etc are my property and completely fictional, any resemblence to real life or existing fiction is completely coincidental.Also there maybe errors, typos etc.

Summary:K so was bored and I just randomly started writing what i thought was gonna be a short story today and its turning out to be a lot longer than i anticipated so thought i'd share it with you guys and see what you think? As usual it's unedited and advice is encouraged etc. James lives in Yerin, near the ocean, where it is illegal to be a magician in the lower classes, and social suicide to be a Samer (Gay), unfortunately, James is both. Can he keep his magic a secret, and will he find love?

The Blue Magician

I was surrounded by a blue blanket that stung like fire, the unbearable pain shooting through every vein in my body. My lungs burned with lack of oxygen and every muscle was tensed harder than ever before. I looked down at my body and saw azure marks on my body like the growing roots of a plant, slowly creeping up my arms and legs reaching toward my heart. I panicked and began clawing at the marks on my skin, trying to get them off to no avail; I only succeeded in making scratch marks and drawing blood. My blood was black, floating around me.

The marks reached my heart and the pain intensified and then as quickly as it had started it stopped. The abrupt lack of pain shocked my body and I realised that the expanse around me was freezing cold water and it soothed the pain that had wracked my body. Pages of old paper floated around with strange symbols and words that I did not recognise but felt almost like I understood what they were trying to tell me.

I looked down at my chest to see a blue light flashing where my heart was, like a warning signal, it’s pace in time with my heartbeat. It suddenly began to speed up until it blended into a constant blue light and pain came back to my chest with a vengeance. The agony grew and I felt like I was about to explode. When it reached its peak my body was consumed by blue fire.

I woke with memory of the pain still on my body, breathing heavily, my lungs burning with sudden intake of air. Sweat soaked my body and the bed sheets. Great, this was the second time this week this had happened and they’d been happening off and on for the last 2months. These dreams were getting more frequent. I checked my body to see that yet another mark was on my body, like a tattoo. This one was on my chest around my heart. It was shaped like two waves either side crashing about to crash into where my heart lay. It unnerved me and I was scared at what would happen the next time, and what these dreams and symbols meant.

I hadn’t dared tell anybody about these strange things happening. It was too much like magic and thought I would be arrested and executed immediately. Being an unlicensed out of control magician was punishable by death in Gaxia. And only the upper class families, mostly in Hareev, were allowed licenses and training. Besides I’d never heard of someone in the lower classes developing powers, we were known to have ‘unclean’ blood which doesn’t support magic, and apparently intelligence. I laughed at the thought of me being a magician. It was impossible and having such delusions was dangerous, but I still decided to keep what was happening hidden, just in case.

I leaned out the window and gazed outside, letting the cool wind and cold stone chase away the last memories of pain. The breeze brought with it the smell of the salty sea that always reminded me of my home. I could see the suns were rising battling for the brightest point in the sky. The horizon was full of clouds as usual in our town, but they were a dark grey. Strange, as it never seemed to rain here, a fact that always brought in tourists, but they soon left for the fishy smell.

I turned from the window and began to dress. I hid the symbols beneath a baggy long sleeved shirt and trousers and wouldn’t letting anyone close enough to see underneath. Not that anyone would want to get close to me, I was a known Samer. What they called boys who liked other boys. People treated me like the plague, as if it was something they would catch. I was lucky enough to live in Yerin, a smaller fishing village of the Gaxian lands named for being near the coast of the Yern Ocean, where it wasn’t illegal to be a Samer, merely frowned upon. Still, being in a small fishing village of about a hundred people meant I was the only one so it’s a lonely life.

The smell of bacon and fresh bed drifted up into my room and I could hear my mother bustling about. She used to sing when she was in the kitchen, she used to own a bakery and would light up whenever someone complimented her after sampling one of her famous cakes. But her reputation was lost when everyone found out about me, and there was always an awkward silence in when she cooked, but when I came down the stairs her expression still held a stubborn determination as if she wanted to prove people wrong, before she noticed me and it turned to a frown before she quickly smoothed her face to hide it.

‘Sit down then James, you’re making the place look untidy.’ She ordered.

I swiftly obeyed and before my backside reached the chair there was a plate of eggs, bacon and fresh steaming bread in front of me.

‘Eat up, you’ve got a long day of work ahead of you and will need your strength. The horses need mucking and the pigs need feeding. Remember, it’s your responsibility while your Father’s away.’

‘He’s not away mum, he ran away screaming as soon as he heard about me being a ‘pervert’ as he called it.’

‘Well maybe if we’d had some warning! And besides, he didn’t run away. He’s just taking some time to get used to the idea, then he’ll be back, you wait and see.’ She said more to herself than to me.

‘You’re delusional.’ I whispered to myself.

This was pretty much how it’d been every day since the whole village found out. It was when I was 15 and was caught trying to kiss a boy called Sam; he was one of the tourist boys who I’d been playing with for a couple of days while his dad did some business. I got off lucky though, Sam’s family were from Hareev so not only were they upper class where this kind of scandal was deadly, but they were also devout Harlish, a religion which saw what we did as an unforgivable sin. I thought of that day and how his father had yelled at him harshly and promised a savage whipping at home to ‘purge’ him while his mother looked on in stunned silence, quietly weeping. I often wondered about Sam and hoped he was ok. I daren’t try contacting him though, I didn’t want to risk him more trouble. I returned to reality and after finishing my food, began my work or chores as they really were.

In the stables I enjoyed brushing the horses with a curry comb, the horses didn’t belong to us be we rented the stable to visitors with horses as there were few stables in the small town. I dreamed of riding the horses sometimes, they always seemed to have a hidden intelligence to me, like they knew more than they were letting on. I often talked to them as I worked about my troubles, and they always seemed to be listening, but non-judgemental.

I noticed we had a new horse this morning so a traveller must of arrived at night. I admired this horse’s stunning blue eyes that bore into mine he had a little blue pattern framing either side of her eyes. As I combed his already gleaming white coat with the currycomb, I noticed he had a similar strange blue pattern in his coat that travelled up his legs and along the bottom of his body. He must have been a Thorivian horse; they were the only ones to breed the rare blue coated horses and lived in the sand dunes of the famous Thorivian beaches.

With a start, I realised his symbols resembled my own new marks, especially the crashing waves that recently crowned my chest. Could they be linked somehow? I must have gasped loudly when I realised as several of the horses were now looking at me including the one I was grooming. I got the nagging feeling something bad was about to happen. There was suddenly a bluish glow coming from under my shirt. I was afraid to look underneath but suddenly I could hear a gentle yet strong melody in my head. It soothed me, like the lull of still water and I suddenly felt like I had the strength of the ocean currents. I peered under my shirt and saw all the symbols glowing with and urgent light. I quickly surveyed around to see if I was in another dream, I must have fallen asleep in the stable, but looking around everything seemed real, except the Thorivian horse’s pattern was glowing and the fact it was raining outside. It hadn’t rained in over 50 years, and there it was- pouring down in buckets.

There was a sudden crack of what I assumed must be lightning and pain flared in my chest. I dropped to the ground in excruciating pain worse than in the dreams as this was real pain. I clawed at the hay on the ground trying to cling to something as I tried to expel the pain but nothing relieved it. Eventually I passed out from the agony.

In my passed out state I was vaguely aware of a male voice in my head telling me to wake up and a nudging at my side. I slowly became more aware of it and came to. When my eyes opened the Thorivian horse was laying his head on my chest. I smoothed his face and patted him.

‘Hey boy’ I said. I wondered what his name was when a gentle voice answered in my head.

Percy.

I was shocked and looked at the horse, he gave me an intense stare. ‘Was that you?’ I asked the horse feeling silly.

Yes. And you don’t have to speak aloud I can hear your thoughts.

Wow this is amazing. Am I dreaming? I thought at him. He snickered at me.

No young Blue One. This is real. Not one of your prophetic dreams.

Prophetic dreams? Blue one? What was he talking about?

Yes Blue One, you’re dreams are a sign of what is yet to be. We have much work to do.

Kay so thats all i have so far, been writing all day and look forward to carrying on tomorrow lol. :) dunno how long this'll be, its kinda a journey for me cos i dont know whats gonna happen next! lol