[ WP ] Magic is viewed as a curse . It 's unpredictable , hard to control , and dangerous . Those few who find a way to wield it risk losing themselves in the process .

No! There is nothing i can do, the voices yell and they yell and they yell and they yell and NO!! PLEASE!! 
 
 `` Burn her..'' 
 
 
 `` Twist her, do it, you want to do it, you do!'' 
 
 
 `` SHUT UP!'' i screamed 
 
 
 
 My mother was often worried, seeing her child ripping out hair clump by clump, yelling at himself. She had little understanding of the situation, but she did her best to care for me. We lived in a country called Kardin, run by a totalitarian government. This government feared magic for its unpredictability and power, so they arrested all magic users to have either executed or tested on so as to `` better understand'' the phenomenon... Users were random, so science was still trying to understand what it was specifically that set users from non-users apart, hence the government testing. It would simply become apparent around 7-13yrs of age. When they would begin acting out of control and abusing their abilities. Generally users would turn into psychopaths because of the idea that they were `` special'', some had the notion they were `` selected by god'' their words. The main notable similarity was their depth of character, and ability to quickly grasp and conceptualize anything thrown at them. The years prior to their magic outbreaks they would usually be strait A students. 
 
 
 
 `` Ryan! Please calm down..'' My mother plead, though is was difficult to understand her through the hysterical crying. 
 
 
 `` She liess!'' Said the whispers in my ear 
 
 
 `` SHE WANTS TO GIVE YOU UP TO DIE!'' Said the convincing yells 
 
 
 `` Just be still Ryan, head me and you will be free.'' A calm voice rhymed. 
 
 
 
 I often felt i had little choice in what i should do. I would grab every thought that ran by as if it were my last, which led to a very unstable mind. For a moment i felt at peace in the still of the calm voice, only to hear my whispers claim it was their plan, then the yelling to put me in action. No voice stronger than another but each one that came moved me with all its will. Though, it had never been this bad... 
 
 
 
 `` I love you Ryan..'' My mothers final words, as she lay lit aflame and twisted violently. 
 
 
 `` Be still Ryan'' The calm voice said 
 
 
 `` They want you to be still Ryan.. This is what they want!'' The whisper whispered. 
 
 
 `` HIDE RYAN!'' The yelling voice yelled. 
 
 
 
 If these voices were to persist throughout my life until death do us part, it would be not as bad as the moments of clarity that i feel. Where i am able to truly understand and act as witness to the wills i consider other than my own. This voice of clarity pains me more than the 3 that will me. However, I do find comfort, knowing that I'm none of the voices. I am but witness to them, and this witness has no voice, only presence. And in presence, i find my peace. 
 
 
 
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 Please critic, this is one of the first things i wrote and id like to get better. 
 
 
 

