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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Kids
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Family
- Published: 06/01/2018
Discovering The Magic Within
Born 1947, M, from Oceanside, United StatesDiscovering The Magic Within
Cassidy Flowers had just turned seven years old when she noticed something strange. After plucking a dandelion from the grass in front of the tiny house in the small village where she lived with her mother, she watched as the dandelion began to droop, and its bright yellow petals turned a sickly-looking, pale brown. Little Cassidy frowned. This had never happened before. She had plucked many dandelions from the grass, but they never wilted or changed color. Cassidy didn’t know what to think.
Just out of curiosity, she reached for another dandelion; the same thing happened. Then she plucked one of the more colorful flowers from in front of the house, but the flower didn’t change! Now she was really confused. Why the dandelion, but not the flower?
Later while Cassidy was riding her big-wheeled tricycle in the driveway, a rock, the size of a baseball, came loose somehow from the incline next to the driveway and rolled down until it came to a stop in front of her bike’s path.
Getting off her bike, she strolled over to the rock and picked it up. When she did, she felt part of the rock crumble in her hand.
Quickly dropping the rock, Cassidy ran inside, and in a frightened voice, told her mother what had happened with the dandelions and now the rock.
Her mother looked at Cassidy with soft, loving eyes and said to her, “Don’t become frightened; I have something to tell you. It’s going to make you feel wonderful.”
Curious, Cassidy asked, “What’s that?”
“You are about to become a witch.”
Instead of making her smile, Cassidy’s face crumbled and she asked, “Does that mean I’m evil?” She remembered how in several of the stories her mother had read to her when she was younger, witches were described as being evil.
Her mother smiled while trapping Cassidy’s arms at her sides in a warm and loving hug. At the same time, she pressed her cheek against the top of Cassidy’s head and said, “No, my darling! It means you are about to become someone special.”
Cassidy lifted her gaze to stare into her mother’s green eyes. “How special?”
“It means you will have great powers someday.”
“What kind of powers?”
“I can’t tell you that right now; I don’t know how they will manifest themselves.”
Thinking a moment, Cassidy asked, “If I’m becoming a witch, does that mean you’re a witch, too?”
Sadly, her mother shook her head. “I’m afraid not . . . The ability to become a witch skipped me, but it apparently found you instead.”
“Does that mean there are other witches, too?” asked Cassidy.
Her mother nodded, “Yes, in fact, your grandmother is a witch, and because of that, we must go see her right away?”
“Why do we have to see grandma?” asked Cassidy, after she got over her initial shock.
“Because,” explained her mother, “right now, your powers, which are just beginning to manifest themselves, are unstable. Your grandmother will have to steady them, so that you don’t hurt anyone or anything.”
Cassidy felt a chill prickle down her spine. The last thing she wanted was to hurt anyone, especially her mother. “Will what grandma does to me hurt?”
Her mother smiled and shook her head. “No, she’ll just invoke a spell and you will be fine. You won’t even feel a thing. Then afterwards, she’ll begin teaching you all about the magic that is growing inside of you.”
Together they hurried over to her grandmother’s house, which was only a couple of blocks away. Once Cassidy and her mother explained why they had come, Cassidy’s grandmother clapped her hands together and declared, “This is a great day! You’re coming into your own! But don’t worry, I’ll teach you everything you need to know about becoming a witch.”
“But what about fixing me first?” asked Cassidy, still worried about hurting her mother.
“Yes, of course, that first,” replied her grandmother, as she gathered together several ingredients.
And so began Cassidy’s lessons.
It didn’t take long for Cassidy to discover the magic within. The first thing she discovered was her ability to remember everything she read. This especially came in handy, because her grandmother’s book of spells was so huge and there was so much to learn!
Next, she discovered she could move objects just by pointing at them, or thinking about how she wanted them to move. This came in handy, especially when doing chores around the house.
As Cassidy grew, so did her powers. Very quickly, she became a very powerful witch—which was why her grandmother warned her that she must be very careful around humans. “You must not let them know you are a witch—at least not until you’ve grown up.”
“Why? Who should I tell then?”
“Possibly your husband, if and when you decide to get married.” Cassidy could feel her face grow warm. She thought, I’m still too young yet to think of such things, but she asked her grandmother anyway, “Will he have to be a witch, too?”
She shook her head. “Male witches are called warlocks, but no, you can marry whomever you want.”
Cassidy thought a moment. “But what happens if, in the meantime, someone does find out that I’m a witch?”
Her grandmother replied, “Then a council of witches would have to be convened, at which point, we’d have to vote on whether or not to bind your powers.”
A chill ran down Cassidy’s spine when she realized her grandmother had included herself in that statement, which was why she asked, “You would do that to me?”
Nodding, her grandmother replied, “I’m afraid I’d have to.”
“In that case,” replied Cassidy, “I promise never to let anyone know I’m a witch.”
But, of course, things didn’t go quite as she hoped.
It happened on a day when she was eating at a local restaurant. Sitting in a booth, Cassidy was reading a book while absently munching on a grilled cheese sandwich. On the table in front of her was a glass of soda with a straw sticking out of it.
So preoccupied by what she was reading, she didn’t realize she had been moving her index finger around in circles above the glass of soda, which was causing the straw inside the glass to also move around in circles.
Suddenly, Cassidy heard the voice of a girl say, “That’s a neat trick!”
Startled, Cassidy looked up to see a girl who looked to be maybe about three years younger than herself standing there. The girl had black hair and green eyes.
“What are you talking about?”
Pointing toward the glass of soda, the girl replied, “The straw. You were making it go around in circles.”
Realizing what the girl was saying, Cassidy immediately clamped her hand over the top of the glass, effectively trapping the straw.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“You were making the straw move without touching it.”
A million thoughts shot through Cassidy’s mind, all driven by immense fear. Remembering what her grandmother had said about what might happen if people found out she was a witch, Cassidy slid across the vinyl seat of her booth then shooting to her feet, grabbed her book and said, “Oh, look what time it is! I’m late! I have to go meet my mother!”
Then nearly shoving the girl aside, Cassidy made a beeline for the restaurant’s front door. She was so scared she didn’t even hear the girl call out, “You didn’t finish your sandwich! Don’t you want to take it with you?”
Not only did Cassidy not hear the girl, she didn’t even hesitate; for as soon as she was out the door, Cassidy began to run in the direction of her house. While she ran, panic pounded at her insides like a sledgehammer. What’s going to happen to me? I let someone see me do magic! What will the council of witches do?
Eventually, Cassidy could not run any longer. Collapsing on a patch of grass in front of a large tree, she leaned back against the trunk, where she remained while still filled with fear.
Rocking slightly back and forth, she kept muttering to herself, “What am I going to do? What am I going to do?”
“I don’t know; what are you going to do?”
Gasping, Cassidy looked up to see the same girl from the restaurant standing in front of her. Forgetting her fear for the moment, Cassidy asked, “Where did you come from? How did you get here?”
“I teleported,” replied the girl.
Not sure she heard right, Cassidy asked, “You what?”
“I teleported,” repeated the girl. Now Cassidy was staring at her in shock. “I’m a witch, too,” said the girl. Cassidy continued to stare. “I just got my powers, but I don’t have anyone to teach me a lot about how to use them.”
With some of her shock and fear melting away, Cassidy asked, “Don’t you have someone at home who could teach you?”
The girl made a face. “Not really. It’s just my father and I; and although he is a warlock, he really doesn’t know much about magic, except for what he uses to make old cars run like new again.”
Having now lost most of her fear, Cassidy thought, maybe I could help. Standing, and brushing off her pants, Cassidy said to the girl, “My grandmother is a witch. She’s been teaching me since I first got my powers. Maybe she could teach you, too.”
The girl broke into a huge grin. “You think so?”
Cassidy shrugged. “I don’t see why not. Come with me and we’ll ask her.”
“Okay,” said the girl as they both started to walk away.
“By the way,” asked Cassidy, “what’s your name?”
“Cassandra.”
“Wow! Is that weird or what?”
“Why is that weird?” asked the girl.
“It’s weird because my name is Cassidy.”
“Yeah, I guess that is kind of weird.”
Discovering The Magic Within(Tom Di Roma)
Discovering The Magic Within
Cassidy Flowers had just turned seven years old when she noticed something strange. After plucking a dandelion from the grass in front of the tiny house in the small village where she lived with her mother, she watched as the dandelion began to droop, and its bright yellow petals turned a sickly-looking, pale brown. Little Cassidy frowned. This had never happened before. She had plucked many dandelions from the grass, but they never wilted or changed color. Cassidy didn’t know what to think.
Just out of curiosity, she reached for another dandelion; the same thing happened. Then she plucked one of the more colorful flowers from in front of the house, but the flower didn’t change! Now she was really confused. Why the dandelion, but not the flower?
Later while Cassidy was riding her big-wheeled tricycle in the driveway, a rock, the size of a baseball, came loose somehow from the incline next to the driveway and rolled down until it came to a stop in front of her bike’s path.
Getting off her bike, she strolled over to the rock and picked it up. When she did, she felt part of the rock crumble in her hand.
Quickly dropping the rock, Cassidy ran inside, and in a frightened voice, told her mother what had happened with the dandelions and now the rock.
Her mother looked at Cassidy with soft, loving eyes and said to her, “Don’t become frightened; I have something to tell you. It’s going to make you feel wonderful.”
Curious, Cassidy asked, “What’s that?”
“You are about to become a witch.”
Instead of making her smile, Cassidy’s face crumbled and she asked, “Does that mean I’m evil?” She remembered how in several of the stories her mother had read to her when she was younger, witches were described as being evil.
Her mother smiled while trapping Cassidy’s arms at her sides in a warm and loving hug. At the same time, she pressed her cheek against the top of Cassidy’s head and said, “No, my darling! It means you are about to become someone special.”
Cassidy lifted her gaze to stare into her mother’s green eyes. “How special?”
“It means you will have great powers someday.”
“What kind of powers?”
“I can’t tell you that right now; I don’t know how they will manifest themselves.”
Thinking a moment, Cassidy asked, “If I’m becoming a witch, does that mean you’re a witch, too?”
Sadly, her mother shook her head. “I’m afraid not . . . The ability to become a witch skipped me, but it apparently found you instead.”
“Does that mean there are other witches, too?” asked Cassidy.
Her mother nodded, “Yes, in fact, your grandmother is a witch, and because of that, we must go see her right away?”
“Why do we have to see grandma?” asked Cassidy, after she got over her initial shock.
“Because,” explained her mother, “right now, your powers, which are just beginning to manifest themselves, are unstable. Your grandmother will have to steady them, so that you don’t hurt anyone or anything.”
Cassidy felt a chill prickle down her spine. The last thing she wanted was to hurt anyone, especially her mother. “Will what grandma does to me hurt?”
Her mother smiled and shook her head. “No, she’ll just invoke a spell and you will be fine. You won’t even feel a thing. Then afterwards, she’ll begin teaching you all about the magic that is growing inside of you.”
Together they hurried over to her grandmother’s house, which was only a couple of blocks away. Once Cassidy and her mother explained why they had come, Cassidy’s grandmother clapped her hands together and declared, “This is a great day! You’re coming into your own! But don’t worry, I’ll teach you everything you need to know about becoming a witch.”
“But what about fixing me first?” asked Cassidy, still worried about hurting her mother.
“Yes, of course, that first,” replied her grandmother, as she gathered together several ingredients.
And so began Cassidy’s lessons.
It didn’t take long for Cassidy to discover the magic within. The first thing she discovered was her ability to remember everything she read. This especially came in handy, because her grandmother’s book of spells was so huge and there was so much to learn!
Next, she discovered she could move objects just by pointing at them, or thinking about how she wanted them to move. This came in handy, especially when doing chores around the house.
As Cassidy grew, so did her powers. Very quickly, she became a very powerful witch—which was why her grandmother warned her that she must be very careful around humans. “You must not let them know you are a witch—at least not until you’ve grown up.”
“Why? Who should I tell then?”
“Possibly your husband, if and when you decide to get married.” Cassidy could feel her face grow warm. She thought, I’m still too young yet to think of such things, but she asked her grandmother anyway, “Will he have to be a witch, too?”
She shook her head. “Male witches are called warlocks, but no, you can marry whomever you want.”
Cassidy thought a moment. “But what happens if, in the meantime, someone does find out that I’m a witch?”
Her grandmother replied, “Then a council of witches would have to be convened, at which point, we’d have to vote on whether or not to bind your powers.”
A chill ran down Cassidy’s spine when she realized her grandmother had included herself in that statement, which was why she asked, “You would do that to me?”
Nodding, her grandmother replied, “I’m afraid I’d have to.”
“In that case,” replied Cassidy, “I promise never to let anyone know I’m a witch.”
But, of course, things didn’t go quite as she hoped.
It happened on a day when she was eating at a local restaurant. Sitting in a booth, Cassidy was reading a book while absently munching on a grilled cheese sandwich. On the table in front of her was a glass of soda with a straw sticking out of it.
So preoccupied by what she was reading, she didn’t realize she had been moving her index finger around in circles above the glass of soda, which was causing the straw inside the glass to also move around in circles.
Suddenly, Cassidy heard the voice of a girl say, “That’s a neat trick!”
Startled, Cassidy looked up to see a girl who looked to be maybe about three years younger than herself standing there. The girl had black hair and green eyes.
“What are you talking about?”
Pointing toward the glass of soda, the girl replied, “The straw. You were making it go around in circles.”
Realizing what the girl was saying, Cassidy immediately clamped her hand over the top of the glass, effectively trapping the straw.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“You were making the straw move without touching it.”
A million thoughts shot through Cassidy’s mind, all driven by immense fear. Remembering what her grandmother had said about what might happen if people found out she was a witch, Cassidy slid across the vinyl seat of her booth then shooting to her feet, grabbed her book and said, “Oh, look what time it is! I’m late! I have to go meet my mother!”
Then nearly shoving the girl aside, Cassidy made a beeline for the restaurant’s front door. She was so scared she didn’t even hear the girl call out, “You didn’t finish your sandwich! Don’t you want to take it with you?”
Not only did Cassidy not hear the girl, she didn’t even hesitate; for as soon as she was out the door, Cassidy began to run in the direction of her house. While she ran, panic pounded at her insides like a sledgehammer. What’s going to happen to me? I let someone see me do magic! What will the council of witches do?
Eventually, Cassidy could not run any longer. Collapsing on a patch of grass in front of a large tree, she leaned back against the trunk, where she remained while still filled with fear.
Rocking slightly back and forth, she kept muttering to herself, “What am I going to do? What am I going to do?”
“I don’t know; what are you going to do?”
Gasping, Cassidy looked up to see the same girl from the restaurant standing in front of her. Forgetting her fear for the moment, Cassidy asked, “Where did you come from? How did you get here?”
“I teleported,” replied the girl.
Not sure she heard right, Cassidy asked, “You what?”
“I teleported,” repeated the girl. Now Cassidy was staring at her in shock. “I’m a witch, too,” said the girl. Cassidy continued to stare. “I just got my powers, but I don’t have anyone to teach me a lot about how to use them.”
With some of her shock and fear melting away, Cassidy asked, “Don’t you have someone at home who could teach you?”
The girl made a face. “Not really. It’s just my father and I; and although he is a warlock, he really doesn’t know much about magic, except for what he uses to make old cars run like new again.”
Having now lost most of her fear, Cassidy thought, maybe I could help. Standing, and brushing off her pants, Cassidy said to the girl, “My grandmother is a witch. She’s been teaching me since I first got my powers. Maybe she could teach you, too.”
The girl broke into a huge grin. “You think so?”
Cassidy shrugged. “I don’t see why not. Come with me and we’ll ask her.”
“Okay,” said the girl as they both started to walk away.
“By the way,” asked Cassidy, “what’s your name?”
“Cassandra.”
“Wow! Is that weird or what?”
“Why is that weird?” asked the girl.
“It’s weird because my name is Cassidy.”
“Yeah, I guess that is kind of weird.”
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