Girls getting turned to stone, out of system of my other stories.
Magic Exists and It Can Be Petrifying
Everybody loves magic tricks. Young and old, boys and girls. There was a summer magic event at a Japanese town, where little Amy, or Eimi, had fun watching various magicians doing magic tricks. Unfortunately, she had to be back home until 5 PM, because her parents were worried about her 12 year old daughter. 'This is such a bother...' She thought at 3 PM as she was walking home, which was in another, smaller town. Her parents didn't know she would go to that magic show. She lied about that because they'd never let her go otherwise. 'My friends said they would be there...' But it turned out that they didn’t lie to their parents, so they weren't allowed to go. 'But it was so much fun! There were so many magicians!'
As she was walking through a suburb, nobody was there. They were either in town, or at work, or home having lunch or afternoon nap. But then she stumbled across a girl her age who was happily heading towards the town.
“HiiiI!” The girl greeted Amy. “Were you at the festival?”
“Yes, I was. I wish I could have stayed longer, but it was fun!”
“It would be even more fun if I was around.”
“What? Are you a magician?” Amy said in a surprised tone.
“Of course! Want me to show you some magic?”
“Uh… I would love that, but I already spent all my allowance…” There were magicians on the festival who would do magic individually for a small amount of money. Amy had already spent her money.
“Doesn’t matter! Real wizards and witches do magic for the sake of magic!”
“You are a real magician?” Amy asked, even though she knew magic did not exist.
“Yup! Some of us pose as magicians, but we actually do magic. But you mustn’t tell anyone!”
“I would like to see some magic. But don’t ask me money if you say you do it for free!”
“No way would I trick you like that! Now prepare for the transformation!”
“Eh?” That made Amy confused. “You’re going to do a trick on ME?!”
“Of course! Now don’t talk, you’re interrupting my channeling!” The girl said while with closed yes, her hands moving in a conjuring motion. “What is your name?”
“My name is Amy. It’s an American name, spelled in Katakana as e-i-mi, but in Romanji it’s just a-m-y… Wait…” She was scared. “If this is real magic… It’s not, is it?” Amy knew it wouldn’t be, but you can never be sure.
“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. I’ll turPost too long. Click here to view the full text.