Magic, New Mexico: Touch of Winter (Kindle Worlds Novella) (A Magic Exchange Abroad Book 1)

by Lexi Thorne

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  Touch of Winter

  A Magic Exchange Abroad

  Lexi Thorne

  Contents

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  1. CHAPTER ONE

  2. CHAPTER TWO

  3. CHAPTER THREE

  4. CHAPTER FOUR

  5. CHAPTER FIVE

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  I dedicate this book to all of you looking for that special person that makes your heart skip a beat and drives you crazy all day long and keeps you awake at night wishing they were by your side.

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  CHAPTER ONE

  THE LATE NEWBIE

  The moon moved all-out so yellowish and pale in the face of Magic, New Mexico. It was hovering about stealthily as stars were resting their own luminous gazes with their golden beaming tentacles penetrating through the translucent selves of the shattered wooly clouds. The bushes on the ground were as the recipient as it was the dead of the night already. Thus, there was doubling in the effects of silence but in the same course came in the sounding, swooshing-whooshing at first –rare one then silence took over. Floating in the air was a rounding and glowing round thing, close to the trunks of the still tall trees, then close to the feet of the earth. It broke open with the appearance of kindly soften sounds; then, the rims fully appeared apart around, and was beginning to fade as one deep hollow was beginning to open within the rims unto the other side. On the other side were two moons shining together at the same time, they were shining unlikely as it is known in the ways of the world on the planet earth. One of their two moons was revolving faster than the second which was smaller seemingly fastidious as it shone its own ways through the cold snow sparkling bright. And the rays of their lights reflected on the plants on the other side, and they began to glow golden and beautifully bright. After the turtling of time in advancement, the portal closed as if it never happened. An entity, something gummy of with a glittering green crystal element had havened bushes, forests, and tall trees, breaking their serrated arms and after cutting short their pointed tops as it was climbing them up for safety as it was scared.

  As it had appeared, It had no need to morph into a human to be humankind as it was unlike the usual fancies those Tv series had always presented the world’s eyes with looking askew like a android without one beautiful construct, stacked awkwardly at the back whilst the chest would be without human form.

  It bore perfect marks on its body like tattoos on its chest. It was in its stooped state on the tree tops still. Suddenly, every other trace began to fade away through the courses of the air which flew around through the green atmosphere of the den. It stooped, looked around as if learning the right tracks which it had hidden long ago in the timeline to regain it back at once following them. His cute head had become fixed as it was pondering within its consciousness. He jabbed his head lightly with much attentions on its face, and suddenly, it smirked attractively and faded right into thin air, the way it saw fit magically.

  There laid some settled settler at one side close by to where the portal had surfaced. His abode was made up of wooden props with iron-sheets and marshy grasses on its top done unprofessionally. He had woken and had left with his hunting rifle, torch fixed to his head. He proceeded right into the bushy paths to observe the cause. He had had a tingling something was not right. He had resolved it was perhaps a sweet meat, close by. He reasoned if he were able to kill it, it would be good for the tongue to taste to do appreciation or for sale in the hinterland of Magic.

  “Hello!” he said, boldly.

  He walked gently with one step after the other in a calculated accuracy as one experienced in the hunting beasts in the bush. He had been there for long as he could not afford house rent in the hinterland no more. He had gotten used to life around there as if he was born and bred in the same before his grandpa popped the cog. He had the thought he would not need saying ‘hello’ to a beast of the bush before killing it and drawing it down to his side for meat or for sale. He had said ‘hello’ as students of the college close by at times do their teen sort of things right in the bush in the name of catching fun and all that. He had a second thought almost immediately as the bush was a dangerous one as it is the habitation of wicked reptiles and other dangerous legged animals.

  It was almost a year that he was left with no choice to abandon his chores and other things he had planned on doing as he saw two of them together going deep down the bush. He saw them and would love to have the grasp of what they were up to as they were going. He was solitary, but they were in fervor and were thus lucky to him. He knew nothing like sexual pleasure as he had ever been to himself and himself only. Such a restrictive life at times fades with him for affectionate and sensual philosophies to come up. And they had shown up when he cared for romance in fancies. The girl rested her head on the boy’s chest as they were both wobbling. He wondered why this setting would always be the best for such activities when they could have gone to get a room. He followed them and would not want them to be aware. On getting to the brook spreading between two short hills. He gave them space so that he would be able to see unnoticed. They had started to cuddle right on the dried grass close to the brook under the fig tree’s shade. He saw them discuss, laugh and smile. He held her hands as their back were on the ground facing a native tree. They looked arduously at each other and began to kiss. She stood up on him as he was lying with her two laps split across his. As he tried to move closer for a clearer picture he, unconsciously, stepped on a dry stem and that broke the silence and the scene if he was just beginning to sensually enjoy.

  “Hello…hello! Who is over there?” Woodruff kept moving gently even furthermore, right through the dried ground, shattering the peaceful being of the bush slowly into naught. Each of his feet with his hunting jackboots was busy crackling the dried fallen leaves and stems of the tall trees in the bushy paths, giving crackling sounds. It saw Woodruff pacing gently as he was moving, he ran across behind him in four parts and came together fused as one on the other side. Woodruff was already getting confused. He was like ‘what sort of meat would be able to run that fast and hard to detect for a shot!’ Right through the tree with an innocent gaze, it was able to see clearly of his human construct, he had scanned him all that way with his power to verify if he is harmful in mind or not. Woodruff was actually part of the designed scheme before its appearance from planet Glacier.

  “Hey, what! What are you doing all here alone young man?” he asked with trepidation and looked around at the same time to check if there was or were any other mates with him. It would not talk. He was bare and looking
attractively innocent with his skin gummy and with odd tattoos enveloping his chest. It looked so cold. He helped him right to his wooden hut and cooled him down with some sort of light black wear he had hung during the twilight of the previous day.

  This was another sunny day in the verity, it was busy scorching its way through the bright morning. It was another August when the sun in that city of Magic, New Mexico pinches. The hands of the sun and their remarks were well marked on the sides and faces of the tree leaves. There were many of the same which had rested back their backs on the tiled ground of the New College of Magic. He entered with books in his hands, glasses around the eyes, he had got mustache now in that new session and was looking a bit chubbier than the previous session.

  “Adelita!” She called out to her.

  She was seated –just beside her in the seat. She would not respond as she was busy examining the marks on her left palm. She pretended absorbed doing that so that Amaia would assume she was carried away. She stood up averagely with her behind on linen black mini-skirt up. She stretched her right arm to poke her; she was trying to get her attention. She poked her.

  “Girl, I was calling you. You are at it again right?” she said whimsically inquisitively.

  She sat back looking at her carefully expecting her to utter something in response.

  “What now… Amaia?” She asked silently.

  She was pretending she could not have been any way louder and lousier than that.

  “Look at him, a lot had changed on him; he looks like junk now do you not think…!” she said mockingly and laughed silently not to draw his attention.

  Besides, she thought things would return to the ways they used to be when they first met in the past. She believed she would care and join her in the mockery but to her chagrin, she got the opposite. Amaia hissed… jokingly. She directed her attention at another girl on the other side. They were good together, and she laughed to her mockery; she laughed out loud a bit that Adelita heard and almost began feeling intimidated even by that. Adelita was born lowly and had come down from the States on her own will to study any culture related discipline. She had always loved to be part and parcel of the grass-root those co-habiting therein the same. One of the things which had got her inspired was one romantic travelogue she read not quite long ago. It was not his parents’ dream for her to proceed in her academics in such course. They had dreamed and wanted her to use her intellectual ability and brilliance to help up and turn around the family’s fate for better. She made it known to them both she had a different dream entirely. She wanted a course, culture-related. She was determined but at the same time looked unsure whether to proceed or listen to her parents. She was double-minded on whether to or not to go on with what she felt would be good for her. She had worked years and had saved a few dollars to begin well. She was with the hope the cost for survival there would be minimal till she would be able to find another means to make additional currency to do fine. She wished she could get grants and it would be a lot easier for her. Her decision irritates her father, and that had got him to be talking terms with her since resumption for the semester. She managed and come to grace their daughter’s matriculation. Teresa came to grace the event since her father would not show up. She went back indecisive as to whether to show her father what transpired. How Adelita, her daughter was so happy being in the school and being among her friends from nooks and crannies of the world. Her pa was originally from Magic, New Mexico before he departed for greener pastures in the States. Damian was born and bred in one of the remote villages sharing boundaries with Magic, New Mexico. She had often planned to make some visits there and see how things were. She had always wanted to learn the culture and if circumstances would permit, would have loved to integrate with people there. She had been with these pastoral dreams long enough that she could not actually tell when exactly it began to pile up in her consciousness. Amaia had the best and most conspicuous clique already on the campus was all there on posters, on boards. They would steal the show with their aura as they teem by on campus in their gorgeous kits. School journals almost looked like it was Amaia’s or all about her as there were no activities you would not see her featured in. Even the ones having to do with the instructors were not left out. She did them too. She rolls with the best of the bests among the instructors. These affairs though were not known to a good number of students on campus. Not only Amelita always felt oppressed by them. She was with her mates now, all in their black skimpy skirts. As she led the way through the main passage where their safety boxes stood; not only her mates and the seniors stood in awe with their mouths opened in attraction, even instructors took their time to pour them appreciations. She was on the red skimpy skirt, T-shirt, unbuttoned with one sparkling black undies. Her school bag was most of the times at the left shoulder relaxed to her back. Her high-heeled shoes with the sparkling golden buckles seemed to have added perfection to her beauty. She deepened her hand into the tiny pocket attached to the top of the skirt, brought out one lollipop and began to lick it sensually. Others followed, each being on their backs with diverse forms of exotic wears. Rita got expunged for not having enough for being way too immaterial for their liking without prior warning. When Rita got to see the posts everywhere, the following school hours in the morning getting to school with sorts of eyes gloating and laughing faces others were using to check out. She felt disappointed knowing and seeing she had been expunged on that basis on the school’s social network database and bill boards as well. It hit her hard. It took the intervention of the Guidance Counselor to help her ace through.

  “Hey, there Adel!” she said as she was about reaching her where she was standing.

  She had told her she would prefer to be creative with her name. So she would pronounce her name sometimes as ‘/edel/’ and Adelita had gotten mixed feelings about that. She at a time complained to another friend that

  “I do not know why she would always pose queenie over everything she sees and hear, I am called A-d-e-l-i-t-a why that one… huh! Well… I kinda like the way she produces the word, but that does not make it mine. Do not like it.”

  The other party was on the face like, “what the heck is wrong with you girl.” Amaia was by then a pace away from Adelita.

  “Would you mind to join the pom squad this semester? We are gonna train today after classes, would you mind?’ she asked politely.

  She was dumbfounded as she did not like to dance in the public place. She was good. And she would reassure herself that, in her privy that she was better than Amaia. She had got all the necessaries, but worst parts were pinning her good head down into the dirt, and she knew it and felt it exactly like so. She looked up and down and would not know what reply would be polite enough. She was like that as she was indecisive. She looked unready as paleness immediately clouded up her eyes went heavy, and her face in entirety turned into aught in drowsiness.

  She stammered…. “I… I… wi….”

  Not out of fear directly but she was not expecting such an offer in that timeline. The fantastic four laughed out loud as they termed that to be ‘scared’ to talk due to their high class compared to hers.

  “I knew you have got potentials deep down there but you not trying hard enough to let even one out yet. You are such another jennyass ba…by…” She said teasingly and left with the rest giving her shameful facial expressions.

  She felt bad and insulted about that complained to the same girl, who was at that time her last resort when it comes down to such a topic.

  It was already noon on the following day. She saw her again and felt like to repeat the same thing she told her happened on the previous day. She would not want to say a word in the first place. She saw her from the class where she was seated observing the beauties of the school. The campus was reddened lovely with green native trees, and there were tall fountains. Had doubled fountains with the name of the school engraved on it in block letters. It was painted all white with their motto done in the golden colors. She was
passing by under the shades of ceiba trees which had grown tall to 70 mts above the ground. Others were busy enjoying their free hours in the shade as the sun was sore and pinching to stay way too long in. She quickly dashed out, drew the attention of few others in the class. She walked fast to catch up with her, and she did so. She was already calling her name, even before she reached her but she could not hear as her voice was coolly light. Whenever she sings with it, she would praise herself.

  “O girl, where are you heading to… I… I have been running after you and calling you, why… why would not you answer?” she said breathing heavily trying to catch a breath.

  “O Adelita… You again… I was just beginning to think about you, and here you are. Did not hear you call me and um… I am so sorry for not being responsive yesterday. I had a mood swing’ she responded.”

  “Hope you are good now huh!” she said.

  “Yeah, I am better, for now! I am heading towards the tea shop at the next turn, would you care to join? So, there we would be able to talk properly, understood?” said Jean.

  “O, l would care for a tea” Adelita said joyously with one little smile rolling out through her light shimmering lips.

  Jean was British looked at her teasingly she was trying to leverage on her with her right eyebrow raised kind of asking her to try hard or recapped.

  Adelita seeing that recapped “alright, alright… I will take you to the tea shop.”

  They both smirked and continued in the selfsame course discussing classroom related activities. He had seen from a distance the much beauties lurked right in her she was not letting out. That was his first visit to the campus.