The place where I live is very simple to explain. I live in a normal house, with a normal family on a normal street in a normal town in a normal city in a normal country. Now, did I miss anything? Probably. Oh well. You get my point. Everyone in my country does some sort of magic. My neighbor is sorcerer. The rabbit that lives in my backyard can talk. He's always telling me that's because he used to belong to a wizard. My mom is a witch, my dad is a warlock and my sister is a wiccan, which are all the same thing, but spelled differently. I have lost count of all the times I had an argument with one of them about the differences. Unfortunately for me, I have no magical powers that I know of. So, naturally, that labels me weird. The Outcast. People make the sign of evil when the see me. The town officials even tried to drown me as a baby. Sometimes I wish they had succeeded. Even though, I have tried, I can't do the simplest spells. My parents say they don't mind, but I know they wish I was normal, like my sister, Amaria. You shop for stuff through mental telepathy. My family has long ago gotten tired of transporting me places since I can't do it myself. I hate feeling helpless, but I have no choice. I don't like being a burden to my parents, and wish I could do something about it. I figured I was doomed to suffer.
My house is haunted by 5 ghosts. They're not malicious , just mischievous and nosy. My parents have been negotiating with them for a long time and have gotten nowhere. As a result, the house is still haunted. Unfortunately, the ghosts have chosen my room for their stomping ground, because I can't work any magic to keep them out. So, I had to share it with five creatures that never sleep. Today was no different. Four of them were seated at my desk, playing with my stuffed animals. The fifth was taking my bed apart. Usually I didn't mind them, but I was tired of getting pushed around. I marched right over to the ghost and said sternly:
"That's my bed you're taking apart." The ghost half-turned to look at me, then continued his work. I reached out to grab his shoulder, but then realized that I couldn't.
"Stop that!" I shouted. The other ghosts stopped what they were doing and turned around. The bed ghost slowly drew itself up, the screwdriver still in its hand.
"What are you going to do?" it said, grinning smugly, "work a spell?" The other ghosts burst into laughter. That did it. With tears blurring my eyes, I ran down the stairs and out to the backyard.
The wizard's rabbit was sunning himself on the old stone well in the yard. He opened his eyes as I came out the back door.
"I hate myself," I said, tears running done my cheeks.
"You don't need to," he said, jumping down from the well, " the people in town do that for you."
"That's not funny, Lucas," I said angrily.
"I'm sorry," he said. "But I think I can help you."
"How?" I said, doubtfully. For 16 years my family has searched for someone who could help me and have found no one. Least of all a talking rabbit.
"I truly am the property of a wizard. He left this country maybe 50 years ago."
"Why did he leave?"
"I think he grew frustrated about the stupidity and naiveté of the people. So he gathered up all the magic -deaf in the country and left with them."
"How do you fit into all of this?" I asked, a little bewildered by what he was telling me.
"The wizard, Merlin was his name, left me in charge of transporting individuals like yourself out of here. It was he who gave me the power to speak, as well as the power to block and work transporter spells."
"You? Work magic? I can't believe this. I really am a outcast. Even the animals have magical powers." Lucas laughed(or at least at what could be interpreted as a rabbit's laugh. I crossed my arms over my chest and scowled at him. Lucas stopped laughing and cleared his throat guiltily. I sighed and decided that it wasn't his fault that I was cursed.
"Have you heard from Merlin since he left?"
"I get a letter from him now and then. Last I heard he was helping this fellow named Arthur who had a cheating wife. I don't think he had marriage counseling in mind when he offered to help this kid." I laughed, then something occurred to me.
"What do you mean, left with them? Where did they go?"
"Come with me, and I'll show you. I know you hate that you don't have magic and I do. But a transporter spell will speed things up." He looked at me hopefully.
"Very well," I said, resigned. Lucas nodded and in a flash, we were standing on cliff over looking the sea.
"Where are we?" I said, fearfully looking around.
" The coast of this world," Lucas said. I glanced around us, and could see my town in the distance.
"This is an island? Are we going to another world? What am I doing here?"
"You'll see." I was starting to get annoyed with his nonchalant responses when he suddenly jumped up on a rock postioned near the edge of the cliff.
"There," he said, " out there on the water." I squinted at the water and sure enough there was some kind of thing floating off shore.
"What is it?" I asked, as it drew closer and landed on the beach.
"It's a boat," Lucas said.
"What's it for?" I could now see the people on the boat disembark and walk around on the shore.
"It's to travel on water." he said.
"I don't understand, why don't just use a transporter spell?" I asked, but when I looked at him, it dawned on me.
"They're like me? No magic?" Lucas nodded. I stared down at the sailors, and exitement began to build inside me.
"You'd better get going." Lucas said, cutting into my thoughts.
"Huh?" I said, confused.
"Aren't you going with them? They're waiting for you." Before he even finished his sentence I was headed for the trail. Then I suddenly stopped and turned back to him.
"Is it worth it?" I said. "I mean leaving everything behind that you've grown to love, despite it all. I love my parents, although they make me feel inferior sometimes. All my familiar surroundings, my bedroom. Maybe even the ghosts." Lucas nodded in understanding.
"I know how you feel. Where you're going you can't take anything with you. But if you are discontented in this world, this small world that fears the unknown and hates what is different, then you are ready to take this step.That is the reason the magic-users cannot leave this world. They belong in this world and are content here. But if you want something more, and are willing to sacrifice for it, then yes it is worth it." I was silent for a moment, weighing things.
"I have told others what I am telling you now. That boat comes back every twenty years to pick up the outcasts. No one has ever come back."
I looked over my shoulder, at the town, then at Lucas, then finally at the boat. I took a deep breath and plunged down the path towards the boat. Behind me, Lucas settled into the rock, a knowing smile on his face. 
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