Charisma chapter 1 part 4

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I was in a personal study. It’s a bit medieval. The walls were stone. There was barely any light beside the candles and the fireplace. Grand, but casual chairs sat in front of the fireplace. I see a leg dangling off the chair. I move closer for a better look. I look at the chair to see what the person was reading. From the figure and hair. This must be a girl, but then again considering what he looks like. It’s better not to assume. The person was reading a book in an unknown language. The book snaps shut with the person standing up and turning around. It was me. The new me of course.

In a cute, demanding voice, “It’s rude to eavesdrop you know?” Making a cute, but sexy pout along with it. Holy mothers of fucking gods I must be dreaming. I pinch myself to dream and wake up. It worked to no avail. Damn it, I’m not dreaming.

Cutely giggling, my twin(?) says, “You’re not dreaming, silly. This is my and your dream world. Pretty cool huh?”

“I guess?”

“There is no guessing here. You do or you don’t. There is no grey line, Silly Billy.”

“Who are you?”

“You!” he giggled.

“No, I mean your name and what are you.”

His silly manner turns serious as so does his face, “I am Adela Trislana, but you can just call me Ad.” He giggles a little bit and continues, “I am half-Sidhe, half human. The last of my kind.” I feel like that is impossible for some reason.

“Yes, silly one. It is impossible until my mother of a mage came along and used magic to produce a half sidhe embryo.”

“Then what are you doing in my head?”

“Well, you are a direct descendant of me, silly one. I am here to hopefully establish half Sidhe as a race.” I feel surprisingly calm after hearing that.

“Then why do you look like…”

“You mean why I look this cute and still be male? Well, long story short, magic. If I try to get into it. It’ll take days just trying to explain everything you need to know.”

“I was going to say a bitch boy, but never mind.” I feel my anger rising. I can’t believe he made me into… into…

“An incredibly gorgeous ‘trap’, as you call them, and gave you awesome powers? I understand why you may resent me, but I’ll be honest with you. You were going to die anyway.”

“What? Why? How?”

“Cancer. I saw a tumor in your brain. If it wasn’t for me you would’ve died.”

“And why should I believe you?”

“Because, why would I lie to you. I need you to help me make babies with magic, and I’m not talking about the stork.” He giggles.

“Make…. Babies…. With…. Magic…. Alright, wake me up I want no part of this. Nope nope nopity nope. This is not what I want to do.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter how you feel right now. We have all the time in the world to sort out your feelings. Just do your normal stuff for now. In the meantime, I’m going to be teaching you magic. Well, more like transferring you a little bit of my knowledge every night.”

“Why a bit?”

“Because if I gave you all my knowledge all at once your head would explode into mush, Silly.”

“Oh…”

Adela put his hand on the side of my head, “Yeah, anyway. Here is the first bit.” I wake up with a huge headache. The fuck was that dream? It was so real. I even pinched myself trying to wake myself up. I look at the time and it was two in the morning. Well, at least I can sleep off a massive headache.

The next day I felt groggy as I took my usual shower. As I think I said this before, long hair is a pain. Washing it is easy, but drying and brushing it was a time spender. I took at least forty-five minutes to dry my hair. Fifteen to brush it. I wonder if there is an easier way to brush my hair. Then words come into my mind. Words that I could not understand, but I knew what they did. I mumble the words as all the water slides off my body and out of my hair as if I never took a shower.

“What the fuck did I just do?” I said to myself. Well, this is obviously not a coincidence. Oh gods, the dream was real. All I could do from dropping to the floor and cry is sit in the fetal position on the toilet and cry. Not much better, but it kept me from having to dry myself off again.

There was a knock on the door, “Jamie?” my little sister’s voice calls out. “Are you ok?”

I grit my teeth in anger and seethed, “I’m sitting on the fucking toilet crying my eyes out like a girl. What do you think?”

Debra hesitates. She knew her brother was going through a rough time, and that he needed her now more than ever. “May I come in?”

“Sure, whatever.” Debra opens the door to find Jamie naked in the fetal position on the toilet with tears falling down his cheek. She didn’t know what to say, only to comfort the beautiful elf boy.

She asks, “What’s wrong, Jamie?” as she rubs the elf boy’s back.

“Nothing, you wouldn’t understand or believe me anyway.” He barked back causing Debra to wince.

“I may not, but you can just tell me so you feel better.” The elf boy looks at her. Debra couldn’t help, but admire Jamie’s beauty. Even with puffy red eyes, he looks like the most beautiful girl she’s ever seen. Even though he’s a boy. The phallus between the effeminately, beautiful elf boy’s legs confirms that.

“Alright, but it’s going to get weird, really weird. Let me just put on some clothes first.” After quickly dressing, I told her everything from the dream. I even showed her magic by controlling the water that was left on the floor of the carpeted bathroom room and drop it into the bathtub letting it drain.

“WOW!” Debra exclaims enthusiastically practically bouncing with energy. “Can you do another one?”

“Um, sure,” I mumble the words to a simple light spell. A bright light floated just above my head blinding everyone looking at it.

Debra covers face with her hands and yelps, “OW! Turn it off turn it off!”

I quickly dispel the light and say “Sorry” as I gave her a sheepish grin.

“Oh, I forgive you. I think it’s awesome that you’re a witch.” Debra chirps.

“You mean wizard.”

“Details, Shmetails.”

“BREAKFAST!” Mom’s voice yells from downstairs. Debra moves to the door. I walk fast right up to her and hug her from behind.

“Thank you, sis,” I said in a soft voice.

Debra turns around and returns my hug, whispering, “You’re welcome, big bro.” before running downstairs. I’m still shocked how Debra, my annoying little sister, is sincerely helping me. I was pulled out from my shock by my stomach growling.

“Well, I guess it’s time to eat. I’m starving.” I said to no one.



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