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Andromeda’s Fire
Merry Christmas!
This was always a great day.
My name is Andromeda. I’m a short, skinny eighteen-year-old with blond hair and green eyes. I’m also magical. And right now, I was trying to use my magic. You see, in this world there are a lot of people who have control over one of the elements: air, water, earth and fire. I was glad I was one of those people. I have control over fire. I could also shoot fire from my hands and use it in many ways I like.
I know it sounds amazing. And you know what? It is.
One of the ways I could use fire was to gather information. I haven’t actually reached that level yet because magic grew stronger every time we practiced it. One day, I’ll be able to use it to figure out something. I have already tried.
At first, I could only control small fires. My magic was clumsy. I had to work at making it stronger. My mother, Alice, and my best friend, Winston, helped me practice. I read a lot about magic, so I would know as much as possible. Winston seemed impatient at first for me to do something amazing. When I showed him that I needed practice and patience, he stopped being frustrated every time I only made a little bit of progress. Usually, Winston and Mom inspired me. I was already inspired, but they made it fun.
Lately, Christmas had been better because my father wasn’t there. He ruined things. Everything was always better when he wasn’t there. I had a great time with Mom. We always prepared the feast together. I usually loved the feast. I bought the presents with Winston and we exchanged the ones we bought for each other when we were done shopping. Winston was always excited and wanted to check out a lot of stores. Mom and I exchanged gifts on Christmas Day. This year, we each bought several books for the other. My father has been spending Christmas with his family for the last few years because he was not happy when he was with us. This didn’t bother me. I just wanted him to stay away from us.
The entire city was decorated for Christmas and there were trees everywhere. Mom and I had our own tree, presents and a feast. Mom had decorated the house.
While I was practicing magic, Mom had opened a book about the topic and several tabs on her laptop. Each tab had a website that talked about magic. She had made sure they were reliable sources. She helped and encouraged me to use my magic. She was patient when it didn’t work or when the result was minimal. Mom was also a teacher, so she understood that patience was needed when someone was learning something. She wanted to teach as many things as possible because she wanted to do something good. She gave me advice. I shared my own knowledge. I always tried as hard as I could whenever I practiced. We exchanged gifts in the morning.
I wished I could have a simple happy life.
