The Magician's Revenge

Chapter Seven

"Are you serious right now? You want his wand and spell book?Mason, you know that kind of magic isn't easy to take. It is not like you can just steal them and suddenly become like him Tony said carefully.

"I don't care how hard it is Tony. I'm tired of being the weak one, the one without magic, the one everyone looks down on. I've been patient. I've tried everything I can to get my own powers and magic wand but nothing's worked. Meanwhile, John walks around with all his wealth and power like it was handed to him on a silver platter" Mason voices out in frustration.

Tony could feel the weight of Mason's frustration. He had seen the way people like John and Aurora treated those without magic. It wasn't fair. But taking John's wand and spell book was a dangerous idea. John's magic came from his lineage and stealing that power wasn't just about taking his belongings.it would involve dark consequences. If the magic wand is not issued to you, the power of the wand would be unpredictable and the consequences could be devastating.

"Mason, I get it. I really do but you have to think about this. There is a difference between wanting power and going down a dark path to get it. The magic wand and the spellbook you're about to steal could turn against you because you're not the true owner. Once you start, there is no going back." Tony said carefully.

"I'm already on that path, Tony. They've already pushed me this far. I'm not going to sit around waiting for something to happen anymore. I'm going to take control of my own destiny. If that means stealing John's magic wand and spell book then so be it" Mason said with anger.

Later that day, as the night came, it was a cold night and a deep chill was felt over the grounds of John's father's mansion. The moon was covered with thick clouds, casting everything in deep shadows. Silent and determined, Mason moves with purpose through the darkness, his footsteps nearly light as he carefully maneuvered around the guards patrolling the mansion.

"Heavily guarded mansion, securities everywhere and a mansion filled with ancient magic, I can't be caught or else I will be long gone and destroyed" Mason said to himself.

Mason's mind was racing and his heart was beating in his chest but he kept his composure. He had planned this moment in his head over and over again. The guards, the layout of the mansion, he knew it all. His plan was simple and that is to get in and steal John's magic wasn't a spell book and get out before anyone noticed. The power they held would change everything for him. It was the key to his revenge and the key to becoming a powerful magician just like his parents and ancestors.

Finally, Mason reached the side of the mansion and carefully climbed up to the second floor window leading to John's room. The house was dead quiet as he slipped inside, his breath slow and controlled. The glow of the moon showed John lying on the bed, fast asleep.

"You piece of shit, this would teach you a lesson john" Mason whispered in silence.

Mason felt a surge of adrenaline as he tiptoed across the room, his eyes scanning every corner for the magical wand and spell book he was looking for. He searched the drawers, under the bed, the shelves and everywhere but the magic items he was looking for were nowhere to be found.

"Damn it, where the hell is it?" Mason whispered under his breath as he was getting more frustrated with every second that passed.

In his frustration, Mason noticed something strange. Kept away in a small, ancient box in the corner of the room, it was a fitted garment. It looked like a super suit but there was something magical about it. The fabric bled slightly in the dark and he could feel an aura of power coming from it. Mason hesitated for a Monet as he was drawn to the suit's strange energy.

"What the hell is this?" Mason muttered, his hand was reaching to the suit before finally gripping it. It was sleek, almost weightless and the more he looked at it the more he realized this was no ordinary suitm There was magic carved into this fabric.

Though it wasn't what he had come for, the suit charmed Mason. Its power was undeniable and if he couldn't leave with John's wand and spell book, then maybe this suit could offer him the advantage he needed.

Mason clenched his teeth as he kept staying longer and searching for the item he really wanted. After a few tense moments, he made his decision to leave with the magical suit. With the magical suit held tightly in his hands, he moved out of the mansion as he had come.

As he went back into the cold night, he was frustrated he hadn't gotten the wand and the spell book but the suit wasn't what he wanted but carried it out of curiosity and believing it would give him the edge he needed.

Back into the darkness of the mansion grounds, Mason moves quickly but carefully, as he slipped away from the guards once again as he made his way to safety. His mind was still racing. He didn't expect this turn of events but he knew he couldn't go back empty handed. With the magical suit in his possession, he would have to find another way to get his wand.