When There Is Magic

. She looked around and found herself in

red. Where is this pl

d waistline and it billowed out till it reached her ankles. It had lace trimmings on the sleeves and the h

ho is playing pranks

p but she could not.

elp!" she cried out bu

w she had gotten here and th

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n a bookstore from the hours of nine in the morning to six in the evening. Matilda was a

ver. She lived a very lonely life and after she closed from her workpl

store from morning to evening making sales, keeping records and bringing the logs and

ad just come in and she found her attention drawn to a very heavy looking old brown book. She slid it from the shelf, took it to a reading table a

l in existence. Some of the spells in the book made Matilda to shake her head and conclude that the book had been written during the time that witches existed. Some of the recipes in the

a spell that could renew physical features, a spell that prolonged life and even one that cast evil eyes away from

the person. True love was a novel concept to Matil

pell

magic, I shall find that wh

and cherish me for

of the world and bring me a typ

in love with each othe

left foot two times and stamp the right one four ti

es, stamped her left foot two times, stamped her right foot four times and closed her eyes.

from head to toe. She was suprised at this effect. The breeze began to swirl arou

ning to me?" s

the reading chair and the

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iful. There was no doubt about that. The walls were made of stone and inlaid with hand carved symbols. It looked like the inside of a renaissance museum.

ut her mind was blank and could come up with nothing. I need t

ornate door and it had been made with great attention to detail. Matilda tried the handle but it refused to budge. She then co

vey her surroundings. The stone floor was carved with an emblem of a diamond and a scythe

g was a castle made entirely of stone. She was two stories up and therefore she could see most of the stone struct

was the most beautiful stone bridge. Matilda estimated it to be about thirty m

or. The person on the other side of the door swung it open on its well oiled

es. He wore a strange set of clothes. His coat was loose, it was without sleeves and it covered his body down to the knees. His trousers too looke

he room fully and spok

e you,

you?" s

your husband," h

and did she have and where was this place?

rk in a bookstore in Oxford. May I borrow your phone so that I can call a taxi to ta

m not bothered. The healer told me that you lost your memory and that you are bound to utter

guage her reaction to the informat

year and two weeks ago, you fell down the stairs and hit your head against a stone table. You

ildered but con

d you are the Marchioness. Your parents live not too far away from here with your

ing. The spell she had read back in the bookstore in Oxford had transported her back in time

not have performed the spell. She wouldn't have thought that magic was silly and was not in existence. She could do anything to take

ensed that he was a proud man. He seemed to think she was his wife, Beatrice who had hit her head

gly casted that transported me here. My name is Matilda as I told you earlier and I work in a bookstore in Oxford. You said th

er memory and was slowly going mental as well. How could she say that she lived in the twenty fir

your memory. I have also told you some things so that they may prod your memory. With all the

e bed and tried to

o and send for the healer to come so that you he may look you up and also

off her shoulders and looke

I am not your wife, Beatrice. The spell I casted unknowingly just made us to cross paths and m

uldn't she remember even a little bit of her life before she hit her head o

r I will order the healer to give you medicine that will make you to be o

er all, he was the Marquess and his word was the law in this place. Besides, she didn't want to stay asleep for days under the effe

ce's actions. She seemed to under

dy. I shall go and send

turned and lef