Jazz smiled. “He probably went swimming,” she said. “Don’t forget to put your wagon back in the garage when you’re done playing, okay?”
“I won’t, Mommy.” Cy straightened with a smile and wandered toward his wagon.
Jazz made her way back, a shade paler than she’d been a minute ago. “He looked like a ghost,” she whispered. “I could almost see right through him, but he was there. How could I see him?”
I shook my head, too stunned to think straight. “Not a clue.”
“Your eyes,” Akila said.
Jazz and I stared at her. She was smiling. “I knew when I first saw you,” she said. “Your eyes are different colors. It is a trait of some magi … those you call mages. And because the power is in your eyes, you have the gift of vision.”
“But …” Jazz frowned. “If I have these vision powers or whatever, why couldn’t I see Cy before? This isn’t the first time he’s disappeared on me.”
“Because I woke up the earth,” I said slowly. “You said those weird feelings started a couple days ago, right?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s when I was in the cave with Calvin, and he was teaching me how to use earth magic. He said it was sleeping and I’d have to get it moving before I could access it.”
“Well, at least Cy won’t be able to hide from me now.” Jazz grinned and bumped my arm with a fist. “And you’re not the only one with magic.”
“You mean you’re not the only one without it,” I said. “So, does this mean I have to stop hanging around invisible in the bathroom while you’re in the shower?”
“Gavyn!”
“What?”
She gave an exasperated sigh. “Never mind.”
Before I could decide whether she knew I was joking, Cyrus approached us with both arms clasped around his bucket. “Wanna see my treasure, Daddy?” he said.
“Sure,” I said. “What do you have in there? Diamonds? Hershey bars?”
He giggled. “No! It’s treasure.” He thrust the bucket at me.
I looked inside, expecting blades of grass, or maybe pebbles. The bucket was about a quarter full of tiny green leaves. I scooped out a small handful of them for a closer look. They were clovers. I’d never even realized they grew here. I pinched one free of the pile.
It had four leaves.
“Hey, this is cool, Cy.” How I’d managed to grab a four-leaf one from the bucket, I didn’t know. I dropped it back in and separated another one from my hand, intending to exclaim over it. Wow, a clover. Awesome.
This one had four leaves too.
Huh? I stirred the clovers in my hand, moving them apart. Every single one had four leaves.
I held one up. “Do they all look like this?” I said.
Cyrus nodded and gave me the Duh, Daddy look. “Those are the special ones,” he said. “Like wishing stars.”
“Yes, they are.” I brushed my handful back into the bucket. A sense of wonder filled me, stronger and cleaner than the first time I’d realized I had real magic. Cy hadn’t just escaped the curse. He’d gone completely in the other direction—and maybe some of it would rub off on me too. “You’re a lucky guy, Cyrus,” I said. “This treasure is really hard to find.”
“No it isn’t, Daddy. It’s right here.” He hugged the bucket back to himself. “I’m gonna go find more treasure.”
I watched him head to the wagon. I couldn’t find any words, so I put my arms around Jazz and let myself experience it instead.
Cy was right. It wasn’t hard to find.
Fantasy.
Temptation.
Adventure.
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