They dragged his body to an old building called Loyal Manor. The owner of the home was standing at the front of the yard. His name was Brice Loyal. My other self explained that his bloodline was magician hunters.
"What do we have here?" Mr. Loyal asked.
One group member said, "This is what you were looking for."
Mr. Loyal kneeled to the beaten man and asked, "Do you know how much trouble you're in?"
The beaten man looked up and spat in his face before saying, "Go to hell."
Mr. Loyal grabbed a cloth and wiped his face off. Next, he smacked him in the face and said, "Don't worry. We'll send you there very soon."
Mr. Brice told them to lock him in the cellar.
Soon after, Mr. Brice gathered some important-looking people and told them he had captured the magician. They conversed briefly, deciding what kind of death they should have. One said they should be beheaded; the other should suffer and be hung. Mr. Loyal recommended that the magician should be fed to lions.
Everyone thought that was a much better death. He concluded this conversation, returned to his manor, and prepared the magician for execution. He figured it wouldn't take one day to get everything set up. So, he asked for a few favors to get the execution set up.
"What did you do?" I asked again.
"They don't like our kind Kalon. People in the Loyal family or anyone in relation to them do not like magicians. They want us dead!" He shouted.
"I'm sorry I shouted. They piss me off," He added
Under his breath, I could hear him say that they had wasted his time.
Next, the area around us warped, and it was the next day. News had gotten around that the notorious magician had been caught and would be executed at sundown. I saw the magician beaten, starving, and tied up in the cell.
Strange enough, I couldn't see his face. I asked about it, and he said he didn't know why that was happening, but he could see his face.
The sound of light footsteps came down the stairs. It was a small child. This child turned out to be Mr. Loyals, the youngest son of Pryce. He appeared to be looking for something and stumbled upon the prisoner.
"Who are you?" Pryce's youthful voice asked.
The magician said, "Please help. They're trying to kill me."
Pryce approached the cell door and tried to open it. The door was locked, and the magician murmured, "My wand."
Pryce noticed what he was looking at and grabbed it. But before he could hand it to him, Mr. Brice pulled Pryce away and began shouting at the magician.
"You pathetic demon trying to trick my child. Mrs. Brice grabbed Pryce and took him upstairs. But before they walked off, I could see Pryce placing the wand in his pocket.
Mr. Brice beat the magician with a rod until he passed out. He locked the door and left the cellar. We followed him, and he walked into his study.
He grabbed a quill and pen and wrote something down. The letter was to someone with the name Cree. The letter explained the concurring events and mentioned the magician. It turned out that during this period, this wasn't the first execution.
There was a knock at the door. Mr. Brice invited them in. A figure in a suit walked it. On their face was a crow's mask. "There are more hidden within society. Killing this one will do no good to us," The man in the mask said.
Mr. Brice said that they didn't know how to find them. The other man said that no one does. He added that it was like they kept coming out of nowhere.
The man in the mask told him they would have to hunt every remaining magician until the end of time. Mr. Brice acknowledged him, and the man in the crow mask left the room.
Following that, my suspicion rose. I had to ask him what he did to make them execute him.
"Don't lie to me," I said.
He said I wouldn't look at him the same and told me.
"A few days before they caught me. I was dealing with a certain type of magic," He said.
"What kind of magic?" I asked him.
He said that he was dealing with dark magic. I backed off a few feet and tried to run this through my head. My other self tried to explain himself, but I couldn't listen. What he did wasn't just dark magic. It was outright evil.
I pulled my wand out and released myself from this dimension. I fell to my bathroom floor when I was released, and the house lost power. I looked into the mirror, and my other self was on a rampage. He reached through and grabbed me by my throat and threatened to kill everyone I loved if I didn't listen to him.
I grabbed a nearby soap holster and shattered the mirror. His hand ripped from his body as I fell to the floor. I grabbed the hand, hid it in my room, and returned to the dinner table.
When I returned, it almost seemed time didn't change when I was in the other dimension. I sat there while everyone conversed, looking worried. My grandmother asked me if I was going to eat. I snapped back to reality and said, "Oh. Of course."
I tried to blend in with my family, but I couldn't get that out of my mind.
Hours had passed, and my grandparents were getting ready to head home. But moments before they left, my grandmother pulled me to the side. She asked me about the knife and how it broke. I didn't even know how she knew about the knife.
"I was at the school, and something happened, then suddenly, the knife was broken," I said.
My grandmother told me to give her my hand. She grabbed my hand and placed her thumb on my wrist. Her body jolted, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. This lasted for only a moment before she let me go and said, "This isn't just dark magic. It's black magic."