The Magic

The Magic

At first, when my sister, Poppy, and I discovered the Magic that allowed us to create little creatures, we weren’t really sure what we had gotten ourselves into or, for that matter, what exactly the Magic that we had invited into our lives was.

Eventually though, as our number of creations multiplied, we started wondering just where our obsession was leading.

Why did we have to pledge never to enslave the creatures we were creating?

Why did we have to pledge that we would never stop creating—ever?

What would happen if we did want to stop?

Who would care?

One afternoon, my sister and I were lounging by a crystal clear stream hidden from the rest of the Gypsy Grove behind a thicket of brambles, thistles and the finest thorny roses. We were creating in our Creation Books and, once again, I found myself thinking about these questions.

Poppy, reading my mind—as she often did when we were creating together—answered my unspoken thoughts. “We can’t stop creating. The Magic won’t like it.”

My pen halted mid-stroke. “Why would the Magic care?”

“Because we promised. We can’t break our word.”

“But can’t we change our minds?” Not that I wanted to stop creating, but I somehow didn’t like the thought of being obligated to a mindless power.

“It’s not mindless,” Poppy said.

“If it’s not mindless, then it’s mindful. So what is the Magic anyway?” I asked. “Is it God?”

“Don’t be silly, Jel.” Poppy rolled her eyes. “That’s way too limiting.”

I had never thought of God as being limited before, but I went with it. No one knew the ins and outs of ethereal stuff like Poppy did.

Poppy knew I was skeptical. “The Magic isn’t a power, it isn’t an entity, it’s more complicated than that.”

I drew a question mark in my Creation Book. A cartoonish replica of this mark appeared in the air between Poppy and I, shimmering like a hunchbacked fairy.

“Each of us is born with a piece of the Magic tucked away inside.” She motioned to her heart.

The question marks multiplied.

“But, there’s another piece—a hidden piece—that we must discover later on.”

Another question mark appeared.

“When we ‘discovered’ the Magic, we didn’t discover a power, or an entity, but a conduit to what has always been ours to begin with. In fact, that hidden piece isn’t a piece of the Magic at all, but a piece of us that the Magic uses to connect to the piece that we have of it.”

Poppy’s words felt like the Magic itself was talking to me. I went back to my creating feeling whole in a way I hadn’t felt before.

To this day, I still don’t know if the Magic is a persona or a power or something in between, what I do know is that for the Magic to work, you have to stay connected to it—always.

—Jellybean Reds, Creator of Little Creatures

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