“Do you believe in magic ?” asked the kid to the girl he was infatuated to. But the girl was lost in her thoughts and did not pay attention to the kid and the little tricks he was doing to impress her.
“..and ta-da, see I bought a star from the sky for you”, the kid closed his hands and a glowing orb appeared in his hands. He was desperately trying to gain her attention, but all in vain. The girl was not even looking at him. That was enough for the boy to feel bad. With a tear trickling down his cheeks, he quickly rushed atop the hill to the old mansion, the place where his best friend lived. Nobody from the village would dare even talk about the old villa. It was scary, a strange darkness enveloping it. It was decreed and advised in the whole village, never go to the top of the hill where that mansion was. They believed evil resided at that palace. There was a folktale that the mansion was haunted. Villagers claimed to hear eerie noises at night. But the boy was not afraid. Love conquers all, they say. He never asked his friend why the villagers were afraid of him, why he lived in that old house, alone. These matters were probably too big for him. He was merely 14. At that age, all he cared for was that girl in the neighbourhood and so he never asked and his friend never told his dark little secret. For the boy, he was a great wizard, probably the greatest.
“Please teach me some new tricks; something extraordinary this time”, the kid shouted enthusiastically as soon as he entered the house.
Months passed; the boy had learnt plenty of tricks by now. He would come every day and his friend would first show him some “magic” and then would tell him the secret of each magic trick. Then the boy practised it till he reached perfection. Satisfied and happy, he would get down the hill to his village and run to the orphanage to the girl he liked so much. He would gladly shout “ta-da” and start performing all that he learnt. But the girl was never interested in him. He would bring rabbits from his hat, create snowfall out of nowhere, pick an endless colorful thread from his coat, but all in vain. The girl never paid attention. Disheartened he would go back with a determination to learn something better. The next day he would again run to his friend’s house atop the hill.
Part Two: https://www.pagalguy.com/news/magician-part-ii-a-18245346/