Magic of Love💖

“Ugh, I hate this place!” Darcy says and falls on the couch. 

We are in a room in an old castle. This castle is a really big one with huge walls surrounding its garden but it’s abandoned. The Royal family left it, just after Darcy was born, and moved to the new castle in the middle of the country. Now it is the home to spiders and rats. Some people come to clean it but they just do it from outside so its condition inside is awful. But unlike Darcy, I love this place.

Darcy is the Royal princess who is sent here to spend the weekend…..with me?

“This place isn’t that bad,” I reply.

“That bad?” Darcy stops as I give her a look. “Ok, so, what are we even doing here in the first place?”

“I don’t know,” I shrug. “But now we are here, so I’m going to explore this place.”

Darcy rolls her eyes. “Do whatever you want, I’m not gonna come with you.”

I walk out of the room into the hallway. 

The walls of the hall are painted in a old, medieval styled paintings. I have to remove some webs to have a clear look at the paintings. 

They are so beautiful. That’s why I love this place because it shows our past, it shows what we are supposed to be, it shows the things we had once but will never have again.

Every tiny detail is mentioned very clearly; how our planet used to be a land of magic long, long ago. But then space started getting polluted and that pollution came to our planet and started destroying the magical elements. After some centuries, people from a planet named Arth came and fully destroyed our planet, destroying its magic.

People with magic are exiled. People who even talk about magic are exiled. Everybody hates the word magic.

It destroyed one more thing. That thing is shown in the paintings but people don’t notice it and even if they notice it, they don't understand it.

That thing is love.

Love of a mother towards her child, Love of a person towards its planet and family, Love of a King towards its citizens. Love of a spouse towards another, Love of a lover towards the other. They destroyed it all. People forgot what love meant. 

But I think I know what it means. 

“What is this?” Darcy speaks, making me jump. 

“When did you come here?” I ask.

“I was standing here all the time,” she says, “Now tell me what is this?”

She is pointing towards a painting of the Magical Crystal. The magical crystal that gave power to all the magical people. The same magical crystal that the Arthlings destroyed to destroy the magical people.

“It’s our Magical Crystal,” I say.

“Our?”

“Our ancestors.”

“Cas, these are all lies, there was nothing like this, there was no magic.”

“No, it is the truth, lies are what you’re telling me now.” 

Yes, lies are what they are telling us. They are all lies. This is another reason why I love this place and Darcy hates it. But Darcy hating this place doesn't mean that I hate her. I still love her and will always do.

We then explore other rooms in the castle, most of them are covered in grime and dust, their walls covered in paintings. 

After exploring many rooms, I enter a room. Darcy doesn't make any noise as she follows me into the room. It is just a simple room with plain walls but it’s different. It doesn't have any paintings like the rest of the room here. The huge Royal bed, couch, and all other stuff are covered. I move around the room. The air is filled with dust as I remove the covers. Darcy coughs a little and I’m by her side the very next second. 

“What happened?” I ask.

“N-” *Darcy coughs* “Nothing”

“Do you need water?”

“No,” *cough* 

I gesture her to sit down on the couch and run out of the room. I run down the stairs to the room in which we were sitting earlier and grab the backpack. I run back to the room as fast as I can to find Darcy coughing violently. I take the water bottle from the backpack and hand it to Darcy. After drinking some water, her coughing stops. I sit next to Darcy and take her hand in mine. 

She looks at the ceiling and lets her thoughts race in silence. She looks even more beautiful as she sits there peacefully. Her long light brown hairs tied back in a ponytail. Her small perfect lips closed in a tight line. Her ocean-blue eyes staring at some point in the distance. I stare at her for a long time, because I don’t want to look at anything else.

She suddenly looks up at me, “You really like me so much, right?”

I quickly look away, I feel embarrassed. 

“Yeah….um...I mean I would have done the same thing for anyone in your place.”

“But you like me,” Darcy says.

I stay quiet.

“You know, I also believe that what the paintings show is true. I said that they are lies because that’s what everybody wants us to say, they don’t want us to know that this is the truth.”

“I know, but we can change it, we can tell the people what is true and what is not.”

“Yeah, we can.” 

Again there is an awkward silence.

“You know why I hate this place?”

“Umm...no?”

“Because this place reminds me of my...of my mother.” 

Yeah, her mother. She was killed soon after Darcy’s birth, that’s what I think, by the Arthlings because she was a magical person. I don’t know the whole story but I think it was something related to Darcy being born with magical powers. I have been with Darcy for about 16 years and I don’t think that she has any magic, I would have loved it if she had magic but she doesn't have.

“Your mother was a nice lady,”

“Maybe...my father never talks about her, he hates her.”

“No, you’re wrong, he loved her and he still loves her, but he is hiding it because people don’t want him to love her.”

“Then we need to change that too.” I say with a little laugh.

“You know what?”

“Huh?”

“Your smile is the best smile I have ever seen.” Darcy says.

“You know what?”

“What?”

“That smile exists only because of you.” I reply.