When Magic Flows

MAYBE SHE IS THE ONE

Alistair POV

I woke up that morning decided to make my invitation to Allegra a reality. I was a confident guy. Well, at least, most of the time. I knew I could do that.

Still, there was something about this girl that I was not able to define. Allegra was the light of any environment. Her bubbly spirit, her fascination for life, her full focus, and smart responses were captivating to me and I knew she would get wherever she wanted to go, and if she said that she would be the salt of the earth for the coven, then she would accomplish it.  

Her willpower and excitement were captivating, and I can’t explain exactly why I was driven to her all the time. I could admire her in training and even to forget about my own. I could see a future in here if she were able to accept me. 

And she was beautiful. She was astonishing. Her hazel eyes were the most beautiful windows for her soul. A beautiful and bright smile, flawless skin, and nice curves. Yeah, I was definitely attracted. 

In my eyes, I was just a regular guy, intelligent, and driven by achievements. This was the way my family raised me: to be disciplined and to accomplish the milestones they judged suitable for me. 

I have been dating here and there in the last few years trying to find my life partner, as everybody does. I had sparkles here and there but not stronger than a shallow friendship. I was not able to connect with them and forge the bound. 

But there was something special about Allegra. I could feel her power flowing. If a wizard is capable to recognize another person that is versed in magic, I could sense her magic from miles. She was a special witch, even if she didn’t know that yet.  

I don’t know if it was my fascination for her speaking louder here, but I was always alert when we were in the same room. She was that tingle in your head that you are not able to fully forget, even though you try it. 

A few days ago, when I got the guts and invited her to dance with me, I wish I could be that proud and centered Alistair that everyone knows and tolerate – yeah, I know that most people just tolerate this posture. I was aware of it. I wouldn’t be so arrogant if it wasn’t for my family. They behave as if the fact that they were from one of the coven’s founder’s families should count for something. I know that my folks would approve the union between me and Allegra. How could this be wrong? A traditional family unites with the leader’s family! I have not told them about our date plans that I had, but they saw me asking Allegra to dance, so I still haven’t heard the end of that yet. 

I tried to approach her as cool and seriously possible, but I failed the minute she accepted to dance with me, and this was the worst and best thing that could happen at that moment. Having someone seeing you the way you really are, with your guard low and everything, it was amazing and unnerving at the same time. Maybe I should consider it as a good thing because I could not imagine living my life wearing a mask all the time. Could you?

I didn’t know at that moment that I would never be able to look superior at her anymore. 

I saw that I was affecting her too, at least a little, and seeing that she tried to break the ice and start a real conversation about our personal lives gave me the courage to ask her to do something more than just a dance. So, I left it in the open but invited her to a date. 

Obviously, I haven’t told a word to anyone at home. I could not raise their expectations so soon, since they were already covering me with question over question about “that new young leader of the coven.” So, I was refusing the encouragement that my family would offer me if I mention the date at dinner.

I wanted the date to be casual, trying to hide from her how much she does affect me, and I think I did good, thinking back now. I invited her to drink a cup of coffee and tried to focus on our “real lives” instead of all the workload we had these days.

And suddenly we were at that coffee shop joking and laughing about life. Telling each other our aspirations, hobbies, and preferences. Atop of everything she was an easy-going kind of person and the conversation flew easily. 

Staying at her side was easy, natural, and painless, unlike other girls that I’ve dated before. This was a refreshing break for my love life. 

Now, thinking about her other attributes, she was a beautiful and powerful witch, from a traditional family. I could only imagine the magical resources she would have… Her inherited spell books, her Oracle’s access. She would probably share all these resources with a life partner, right? This was not my utmost motivation, but I knew that all those elements would be part of the perks of being her husband. 

Having such a powerful and beautiful partner would be amazing. Think about all the achievements we could reach together! Think about all the magic new frontiers we could establish! Think about our children, how powerful they would be! The perspective was amazing!

Because of all the complete set, I had to admit it: I like her. I will try to conquer her heart and be the life partner that she needs. I was willing to invite her to several dates and be the perfect boyfriend. I would fight for her, and even if the elders decided to launch the contest for her hand, I would be there, and I’d do my best to be skilled enough to be worthy of her love. 

Of all these things the only thing that scared me was that I was willing to give her my heart and this was going too fast. I was losing control of my feelings and letting her in too soon. I should know better and keep it cool, so maybe if my plans would go south, I would be able to recover myself from the sadness that would appear and the depression of being rejected by her.