NaNoWriMo – The day the magic came

I have 98% finished my novel, it needs a few last edits. However, I wanted to do NaNoWriMo, which involves 1,666 words for the next 30 days. I have had an idea for a while and it is more the genre that I read, Fantasy.  It’s a rough draft then edited after the 30 days. So I am not going to apologise if there are some edits needed. I have been off today so able to spend some time in Ziferblat in Manchester writing. If you aren’t aware of Ziferblat its a pay as you go place to be creative, check out the link. I have so far managed 3439 words, so in theory, I am a day ahead, but I imagine I will need that at some point.

Anyway here is the opening chapter.

Chapter one – The day the magic came

Today, was the day when magic came to the world, not the Paul Daniels or David Blaine type magic but real bona fide magic. I suppose I am classed as a magician, but I am getting ahead of myself, I should start at the beginning.

It was the 1st of November 2017, which is ironic as the previous day being Halloween would have been more appropriate. I suppose somewhere in the world it might have been Halloween when it started. No one realised at first, or I didn’t. My name is Jake Arrow, I was nineteen when it started. I was studying History at University in York.  The day had started like many others I had made my way to my first lecture of the day. I had not noticed the graffiti with the words el flaminto scamore that had appeared since the previous day in several places around the city. I was half asleep as it had been a late night the previous evening, we’d completed a large assignment, and that was something to celebrate. As I walked I briefly checked my phone, there were no new messages from Nicky.  I had been seeing Nicky for over a year, but my going to University had put a strain on the relationship, and my life at university if I am honest. I had arranged to call her last night, but the flowing drinks put a stop to that. I had texted her several times at the end of the evening with my beer head on, not the best of ideas. I checked what was trending and scoffed, nearly at the top was #RonaldoMagic  and at the top #Realmagic. I wasn’t his biggest fan so didn’t look what was being said. I was tired, I had stayed up later than I should and didn’t sleep well.  That should have helped me get into my lecture of time being awake, it had the opposite effect, however.  I was late. As I approached the building my lecture was in, I noticed a crowd of students gathered around something or someone. I was unable to tell as there must have been I’d estimate fifty people. They were chatting away, and I heard a few murmors and gasps. I looked at my phone for the time. I was curious about the now growing swarm of people but not curious enough to be any later.

I tried to sneak in unseen, but that I realised wasn’t possible. The class was half full today. That I found weird. I slipped down beside a friend I was out with last night, Matthew.

He grinned at me and mouthed quietly “Real Magic eh.”

Not another one I thought, how good was it that everyone seemed to be talking about it, first Twitter and now Matthew and he didn’t even like football.

“Not seen it,” I answered.

The history tutor looked over in my direction.

Matthew looked aghast at me. “Really?” He exclaimed.

I shook my head. “You need to see it, really I mean. This will change the world.”

Bit melodramatic I thought. The tutor had stopped talking and was looking in our direction

“Late night was it lads? Or are you going on about the obviously ridiculous magic story?”

I tried my utmost to not make eye contact. It wasn’t my first time I had been late for this lecture, there own fault, why put a lecture on a Friday morning this early.

“It’s true Sir.,” someone from the front of the class said. I looked up it was Jeanne.

“Really?” the tutor said cynically.

“There are video’s out there” she responded.

“And that must mean its true.?” he answered her.

Was I the only one that didn’t know what the hell was going on a wondered. Matthew passed his phone to me. “Watch this, ” he said. It was a video on YouTube, his headphone was still plugged in. I discretely put one in the ear away from my tutor. He was having a conversation with Jeanette at the front of the class.

I pressed play. That was the moment my life changed.