My nymph wife by D.A.Sanford - HTML preview

I am challenged

The strange thing is, not one of the critics can explain the x-rays. The surgical records of the amputations and the neighbors that swore that he no longer had legs below the knee but now he does have full legs.

The only thing that counts is that man knows the truth. He now practices with his polearm but shows the skill of someone that was born with it. After a week, he was now able to make it glow.

We now have a small army of people. They all know that the call will go out. They all know of us. It wasn’t too long before a few of those star magicians started to try to disprove us. They are on air challenging me to publicly demonstrate under controlled conditions.

After a while, there was a show that they had the one who was the top magician. He showed how the fake amputee stunt was done. Then he brought out a person, he paid to appear. I was challenged to come to his next theater show and heal this one.

I decided and we just appear on that stage. That magician and the host were in shock. We said nothing to them. We healed that person and now his chair was a great sword with the same notice of being needed.

I looked at the camera. “I do not care what these or others say. You have seen for yourself what has been done. It was his challenge, his person. He proved that this one did not have legs. The rift is real. It will happen but only a few will be evil. Open your hearts to those that just want to live in peace. These that we heal will be the ones to help destroy those few evil ones. The good people of the rift will advance this world to greatness.”

I take Charrel’s hand and that healed man’s hand and we just vanish. We three are back in our home. I explain to the man exactly what his role will entail. That he will be a battle tank. He will shortly be aware of how to handle that sword.

“I can tell that you are the type of person who knows defeat and does not want anyone to go through that agony. You will just know when you will be needed.”

He thanks us and I asked if he wanted me to take him home. He tells me that it has been a long time since he walked. “I need to build up my strength. I’ll walk home.”

What he and others did not realize is that I have given each a great strength and an understanding heart. None will turn to follow the evil even though they will be tempted by the evil ones. All will laugh in their faces then fight.

It is no longer disputed the we are the real deal. There have been too many provable instances of people being changed and now exhibiting their magical abilities. All have been chosen because they have known exactly what it means to have been labeled and told to stay in their box.

All now set free to fly, know that it is their task in the coming conflict to take leads in protecting and defending their own from the evil ones. They are the first on this world to become true magicians. Eventually all will become magical.

That is how I plan to end the future animosity between the two world’s population. You see, both the future me and the present me have figured out why they were scorned by the people of this world.

Envy. They were like that youth that came back to school after summer vacation. Some children related fantastic tales of great times and places their families went to. The few that they never went anywhere due to whatever their family dynamics were, envied those who, to them, were rubbing it in our faces.

This is my real mission.

The rift was days away. It was time. We appeared on the major news channel during the normal broadcast. Charrel now spoke to the camera.

“The time has come. The rift will open within a few days. Be prepared, the firsts will be scared but they will be innocents just trying to get their families away from that doomed world. Welcome them.”

Now I lay the big news on them. “We will all become magical. The loving interaction, the acceptance, the opening of your hearts to them will cause the awakening of our magical abilities.”

I do something I had planned since we healed the man on stage with that famous magician. I make him appear on this news stage. To say that he was struck frozen is an understatement.

Addressing him, “You now know that true magic exists. Are you willing to openly welcome them?” Knowing that he will, I do not wait and grab hold of his arm. The world sees him shutter then break down.

“You now know what it feels like to be a true magician because you are. Think of a very small fire ball in your hand.”

He does and to his amazement there is a fire ball dancing on the palm of his hand. “Picture it being a small fairy dancing on your palm.”

Now there is a fire fairy dancing. She flies and now sits on his shoulder and whispers in his ear that she will always be with him. He is crying as he declares that he only did distraction mechanical tricks for is career.

“I no longer will be on stage. This is too important.” He turns to me and pleads to be a part of defending the new ones from those evil ones. I tell him that it was my plan.

“Spread the word. You now know what I know about those refugees. You now know that they are dying from the lack of magic in their universe. This world, this universe has magic but it never has been used. There is an inexhaustible supply here.”

Carrel finishes, “Remember one thing. After the turmoil is over, do not rely on magic for your entire life. Total dependence is actually death itself. You will just stop. Never to move again. Magic is to help but not to take over. Learn from your new neighbors. They will be more than happy to show you.”

We disappear taking the magician with us to our home. Now for the serious talk.

“You are going to find that you will be a leader of a group. You need to drop that old star superiority. Charrel and I are just servants to the future. Charrel was sent back to me from that future.”

She fills him in on what her future was like. Being hunted. Being saved and watching this world dying from each side killing each other. She was crying while she told of the old man sending her back in time but he missed the date but quite a few months.

“I was warned that I could not touch until it was time for his awakening. I was told that it would upset what needed to happen.” Through the tears she tells of the time she was ready to be sent back.

“There were only angry people who were headed to extinction. That is both sides. My friend, my savior was dying. Knew that his sending me back would be his last. I know he died sending me back. To honor him, we must promote cooperation between both worlds. Unless we can do that, the future will be what I left.”

I tell him to listen to his fairy. She will not allow him to stray from the right path. “Don’t let her small size fool you. She will be able to stare you down. You will never win.”

He sees her puff up and nod in affirmation, then hovers eye level and takes a stern pose. Arms crossed and a screwed down face look. The only thing he can say is, “I see what you mean.”

He tells her that she needs to keep watch of him. “I don’t want this new power to go to my head.”

Now before him is a woman, just a little smaller than him. Red shoulder length hair and a filmy red short dress. She speaks and tells him that she will be with him forever but, “When needed, I won’t hesitate to use my flame to singe that hair of yours.”

Her look at him now drives it home that she is his anchor.