Spell

I do not believe in magic. No, I'll say that again-I didn't believe in magic until this very moment.

I didn't believe in magic even when I was walking up those stairs. They had an antique styling, yet they didn't seem too far away from reality. They somehow made me think that they were very, very real. I climbed them, and no matter how many of them I climbed, they didn't tire my legs. I felt like I could climb them eternally, as if I could float all my life in outer space. They didn't even make a squeak. All I could hear was a light sound of something touching wood. It was quiet yet stable, and at the same time much smoother than the sound that you could hear when one walks on marble.

I didn't believe in magic even when I opened those doors. They were big and they seemed like they weren't opened in a hundred years. But it was strange; it seemed so old yet well preserved, and seemed like it wasn't used for a very long while at the same time. There were no cobwebs or cracks on the wooden surface. Smooth and sturdy, it urged me to open it. I somehow couldn't stop myself from opening it, even though I had no idea what would be beyond those doors. I placed my hand on it and gave it a push. Without even the slightest creak, it opened. I could see a glimpse of a very warm yet fancy light, and a melody that was somewhat familiar. Without a second of hesitation, I proceeded.

As I walked towards the light, I could listen to a certain melody. I soon learned that it was continuously just repeating a similar, simple phrase of notes. But at the same time It somehow lured me in. It was as if quicksand was reeling me into its depths, but it didn't feel dangerous. I wondered if this is the feeling that the Greeks had when they heard the song of the Sirens. But that didn't stop my footsteps. In fact, they were moving faster than before.

The more I moved, the more I got closer to a sturcture similar to a stage. On the stage fell the light that I have been chasing after. Its hue was a orangish-yellow, a color of the Lady Hestia's hearth. In other words, it was beautiful in a rather majestic way. I also felt the melody getting louder.

When I arrived near the center of the light, I could see the back figure of a girl. She had a dress that was definately made with low budget; it had no frills, nor whas it fluffy like one of those dresses of the medieval ages. It was a dress that seemed even simpler than Alice that went to Wonderland. She wore simple shoes with no heels. Her overall body was small and weak looking. Her shoulders were narrow, and I swear that I have never seen arms as fragile as hers. Her hair were long and straight yet given a curve at the ends. Her sihlouette honestly wasn't the most attractive one I've ever seen. Yet, she had a charm that I could not resist. And the song that seemed to be coming out from her lips continued to pull me towards her.

I went up the stage to see her properly. As my feet made a sound on those stairs, I could see her turning her body towards me. Her song, however, wasn't interrupted.

When I saw her face, I couldn't move my lips. My eyes looked at her as if I've seen the most marvelous thing in the world. I just can't explain how I felt. She wasn't Aprhodite, but I could see that that made no difference to her charm. Somehow, her voice, her posture, and even her small dimples were radiating beauty.

For a few seconds that felt like centuries, there was an awkward breeze between the two of us. I wanted to say something, but my body just didn't listen to the orders I was giving to it. The awkwardness didn't go long; I somehow managed to move my eyes a bit and see the remnants of the bruises and cuts on her arms and legs. They weren't big, nor did they look serious, but the number of them were nothing to just go over.

She seemed to notice my gaze on those scars. She stopped her singing. The stop of the magical sound made me look at her with astonishment. After seeing my eyes again, she smiled and started singing again. I have never heard such a beautiful thing in my life.

I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on the beauty of the sound. For a few seconds, I could feel that his is magic, nothing else. If this isn't Hecate's sorcery, then nothing will be able to be one.

But then, somehow I could feel the sould of the melody getting slower. I opened my eyes and could see myself slowly being removed from the stage. I tried to make it stop, but it wasn't the doing of my feet. Some force was pulliing me out of the spell. I looked at the girl. She was smiling, but the smile was somehow sad. Her eyes seemed to say 'I thought this would happen.'

Before I knew it, I was already out of the door and down the stairs, back to the place that I was, the lobby of a very familiar building. Even after a few minutes, I couldn't recover from my sudden comeback. The song and its singer couldn't leave my mind.

Even now, I can't take it out of my head. I must be under some kind of spell.

But it doesn't matter. I don't want to be freed from it.

#sharonsence #fiction