For this one, you must convince a closet-wizard to leave your sister and run away with you.
HIDING (any gender, mid teens through early twenties)
I know where you're going. I'm asking you to stop. Return the ring to the merchant. Take the money back. Use it to go with ME.
Let us be companions in wizardry. I have the same talent. When I am in the wood, I leap from a tree stump and my feet stay off the ground a second too long, I am sure of it. I've overheard mother and father whispering of your ability. Can you really go up into the sky?
Leave this village with me. My sister will be heartbroken. But she will recover. She has only been in your company one month. And she believes in a forgiving God. That God will comfort her.
There will be no comfort for me. If you marry my sister, you and I will continue to share the home. Share my family. I cannot go on in such a way: Going through the facade of faith. All the while knowing what you are. What I am.
My parents. They whispered of a master that you once followed. Would you not like to be my master? I will follow you and guard you. A poor substitute for a wife, perhaps. But a welcome relief from hiding. Hiding your true self. And the times you and I have spent together... our exchange of looks... am I mistaken? Do you not find my company... attractive?
Copyright 2016 by Matt Haynes.
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