E.C. EDWARDS - The Mighty Antimagic Spell

Elizabeth sat at her desk and looked at the diary. Bedtime was to be announced soon. She checked the time and unfortunately she had only nine minutes before going to sleep; it was 8:51 pm.

She took out that pen with transparent nib which she got from Rujnoiu. She wandered what she should do to see if there was anything written in that mysterious diary. She opened the diary where someone expressed thoughts and placed the pen on the page where it was opened. But ... nothing happened.

“What was written with ice ... will only be seen through the ice. Maybe I should try to write something ...”

And she tried to write the text that came to her mind all the time.

But she couldn’t write more, as the ice nib began to light in the room where she was and the pen jumped out of her hand, starting to move by itself in the air, writing letters and forming words, texts, written in a blue hue like the clear sky. All the words written by that pen appeared in the diary by themselves.

“Welcome, dear ...”

The girl didn't know what to do or what to say. She looked at her hawk, which was very quiet, sign that nothing bad happened. So she read on:

Ingressis memoria Eliot quod Rigantona Edwards…

The girl read these letters and before looking at the hawk, she and her guardian disappeared from the room, leaving a candle there near an open diary on the front page. Very slowly, some letters were formed on that white sheet: "The two, the girl and the hawk, appeared ..."

The two, the girl and the hawk, really appeared in a beautifully arranged room. Having tastefully set up furniture, with a desk, a bookcase full of books, a table with chairs and a gentleman sitting at that table.

The hawk flew and sat on a stand on that gentleman’s desk.

When he saw the bird, the mysterious gentleman stood up and when he saw the girl he gave her a smile so warm that any glacier would melt.

The girl began to shiver when she saw him. He was ... he was the man who appeared in the only picture she had as a memory from her parents. The picture in which she and a beautiful woman appeared too, of whom Knudlac and many others said they were her parents.

“Father?” the girl asked with tears in her eyes.

“Yes, dear,” he managed to say and got close to her to hug her. “You have no idea how happy I am ... The fact that we can see each other means you’re safe.”

The girl hugged him too, crying. Her father wiped away her tears and didn’t let her go.

“Stop crying, dear.”

“I missed you so much ...”

“I know, dear. We missed you too.”

The girl looked at her father. She was sad and happy at the same time.

“You know, you can come and talk to us any time, for a while, now that you have managed to open this diary. Even if we aren’t with you in the real world, you’ll find us here in this diary. These moments, like life, are limited unfortunately, but we’ll always find a way to get in touch.”

“Mother?” the girl wiped away the tears that constantly flowed from her eyes.

“Your mother ... you’ll see her again soon. A little later. We tried hard to offer you these moments with us that you couldn’t live in real life. It's just ... there are many things that even the most powerful magicians can't offer ... that we won't be able to offer you.”

The girl got sad.

“You don't have to worry, dear. This diary has a mission to fulfil. These steps that will make up the diary, will prepare you for what will follow, for daily life. This is what your mother and I wanted to do. Help you and prepare you to take care of yourself, a kind of training. And on top of that, I hope you enjoy and cherish the time we spend together.”

“But mom ...”

“I promise you’ll see your mother too. Even many times.”

The girl hugged her father again. She missed her mother so much then, but the thought that she’d see her again made her smile. Who wouldn’t be sad if he couldn’t see his mother? And who wouldn't be glad if he still knew he could see her later? Especially if he hadn't seen her for a long time.

“Does this diary you wrote let me spend time with you?”

“Yes, dear. It's a magic diary that will be written by you. Everything you want to do, or you want to talk to us in the end will appear in the diary, as it happened. According to your wish. But, like anything beautiful, this time is limited too. The moments spent with us as if we were in real life are limited to the number of diary pages, unfortunately, because even magic has its limits,” smiled the father. “But then, when you want to remember the pleasant moments together again, you just have to read this diary and live them again and we can communicate using more advanced methods.”

The girl was on top of the world with joy because she saw her father; she could hear and feel him. A magic so beautiful ... to have the chance to hug the father she lost so long ago.

“In this first chapter of the diary, you’ll only spend time with me. You can ask me anything and I’ll also ask you questions, to see what your level of knowledge is, and to guide you to the destination that any young wizard must reach: true knowledge. We can talk about anything.”

The girl thought a little, then asked:

“How do I manage to see you, hear you and feel you ... and everything seems so true?”

“It's all due to your mother for the most part. And then there's the merit of magic, my dear. Your mother’s knowledge shared by her great-grandparents, helped us to do what no one tried before. To leave part of our soul here, for you, even if we're not here physically anymore.”

The father smiled at the girl.

“But let's not be sad. Let's do something. What you want ... anything.”

“I’d eat an ice cream,” smiled the girl. “I'm curious if ...”

“Yes, you’ll feel as if you’re really eating it, because you’ll actually eat that ice cream. I guess you've learned a few things about magic so far.”