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now or there will be dire consequences.”
The line went dead before Mark could respond. Mark saved the file on his computer before he crossed the room to stand in front of a massive, round antique mirror with large blue opals embedded in the silver trim. Mark waved his hand over one of the opals which was infused with potent magic and activated the enchantment. A bright golden luminescence flared into existence, obscuring the reflective glass. Mark stepped inside the mirror and into the swirling gold energy. He pictured his father’s study and an opening to the room appeared directly in front of Mark. Cyril was seated behind his large, polished oak desk pretending to work on his computer. His jaw was clenched and his brows furrowed with anger. As soon as Mark entered the room, Cyril pinned him with a look of reprisal. An exact replica of Mark’s mirror was suspended on the wall behind Mark glowing with a bright gold light that winked out of existence now that the spell was dormant again. The Freeman’s had over a dozen of these mirrors which were linked magically and allowed instant transportation between them.
Cyril’s study was opulent like all rooms in the mansion. The floor was comprised of gleaming marble, the walls contained built-in polished redwood bookshelves filled with an assortment of ancient spell books, and a large glass case was positioned beside Cyril’s desk containing a myriad of enchanted antique jewelry and weaponry. A gold scepter topped with a fist-sized ruby was propped against the desk within easy reach. Cyril was in his forties with black hair and hazel eyes and wore a sharp business suit that made Mark feel distinctly underdressed in his jeans, forest-green polo shirt, and white running shoes.
“I’m your clan leader. When I call or leave a message, I expect an immediate response,” Cyril said.
“I’m sorry.”
“When were you going to tell me you withdrew from college?” Cyril demanded.
“I was going to tell you soon.”
“I was extremely lenient when I allowed you to practice white magic but you’ve gone too far. It’s time for you to set that aside and return to mainstream magic like everyone else in the world. You must do so immediately.”
Mark’s expression was apologetic. “I’m sorry this upsets you but I’ve chosen to pursue my career in white magic. This is very important to me.”
“The Freeman legacy is of the utmost priority. You’ve neglected your duties for too long. It’s time for you to work for Freeman Enterprises,” Cyril said.
“My own business is doing very well.”
“I don’t care about your amateur hobbies. It’s time for you to embrace the family legacy.”
“Not everyone in the family works for you,” Mark pointed out.
“There are a few of us who have careers in the workplace but they don’t drop out of college to practice white magic. I have given you an order and you will comply,” Cyril said.
“I’m sorry but I’ve made my decision.”
Cyril’s face transformed with fury. “How dare you disobey your clan leader! If you want to play with your useless magic like a spoiled child, you can do it without the support of the family. I’m cutting you off from the Freeman legacy. Furthermore, I’m ordering the family to shun you until you decide to straight up.”
Cyril reached for his scepter and the ruby blazed with a bright red glow for several seconds. A brief wave of disorientation and a sense of loss took hold of Mark. He could no longer utilize any of the Freeman enchantments as they were all magically linked within a network that allowed the clan leader to give or deny permissions for individual use. For a brief moment, grief and despair threatened to overwhelm him as he knew that his entire family would shun him or risk being cut off as well. Mark forced his thoughts to something more positive like his first kiss with Josephine and his love for her. Joy and happiness flooded through him and he reached out with his mind
The line went dead before Mark could respond. Mark saved the file on his computer before he crossed the room to stand in front of a massive, round antique mirror with large blue opals embedded in the silver trim. Mark waved his hand over one of the opals which was infused with potent magic and activated the enchantment. A bright golden luminescence flared into existence, obscuring the reflective glass. Mark stepped inside the mirror and into the swirling gold energy. He pictured his father’s study and an opening to the room appeared directly in front of Mark. Cyril was seated behind his large, polished oak desk pretending to work on his computer. His jaw was clenched and his brows furrowed with anger. As soon as Mark entered the room, Cyril pinned him with a look of reprisal. An exact replica of Mark’s mirror was suspended on the wall behind Mark glowing with a bright gold light that winked out of existence now that the spell was dormant again. The Freeman’s had over a dozen of these mirrors which were linked magically and allowed instant transportation between them.
Cyril’s study was opulent like all rooms in the mansion. The floor was comprised of gleaming marble, the walls contained built-in polished redwood bookshelves filled with an assortment of ancient spell books, and a large glass case was positioned beside Cyril’s desk containing a myriad of enchanted antique jewelry and weaponry. A gold scepter topped with a fist-sized ruby was propped against the desk within easy reach. Cyril was in his forties with black hair and hazel eyes and wore a sharp business suit that made Mark feel distinctly underdressed in his jeans, forest-green polo shirt, and white running shoes.
“I’m your clan leader. When I call or leave a message, I expect an immediate response,” Cyril said.
“I’m sorry.”
“When were you going to tell me you withdrew from college?” Cyril demanded.
“I was going to tell you soon.”
“I was extremely lenient when I allowed you to practice white magic but you’ve gone too far. It’s time for you to set that aside and return to mainstream magic like everyone else in the world. You must do so immediately.”
Mark’s expression was apologetic. “I’m sorry this upsets you but I’ve chosen to pursue my career in white magic. This is very important to me.”
“The Freeman legacy is of the utmost priority. You’ve neglected your duties for too long. It’s time for you to work for Freeman Enterprises,” Cyril said.
“My own business is doing very well.”
“I don’t care about your amateur hobbies. It’s time for you to embrace the family legacy.”
“Not everyone in the family works for you,” Mark pointed out.
“There are a few of us who have careers in the workplace but they don’t drop out of college to practice white magic. I have given you an order and you will comply,” Cyril said.
“I’m sorry but I’ve made my decision.”
Cyril’s face transformed with fury. “How dare you disobey your clan leader! If you want to play with your useless magic like a spoiled child, you can do it without the support of the family. I’m cutting you off from the Freeman legacy. Furthermore, I’m ordering the family to shun you until you decide to straight up.”
Cyril reached for his scepter and the ruby blazed with a bright red glow for several seconds. A brief wave of disorientation and a sense of loss took hold of Mark. He could no longer utilize any of the Freeman enchantments as they were all magically linked within a network that allowed the clan leader to give or deny permissions for individual use. For a brief moment, grief and despair threatened to overwhelm him as he knew that his entire family would shun him or risk being cut off as well. Mark forced his thoughts to something more positive like his first kiss with Josephine and his love for her. Joy and happiness flooded through him and he reached out with his mind
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