It had to be that ice.
That ice was doing it all.
Every
single
drop
of
magic.
Was it magic? Cal didn't even believe in magic. Of course it wasn't... just... a weird, glimmering piece of ice... from the sky... and a giant hailstorm directed at his bedroom and nowhere else... that completely demolished everything... and then was gone after about a minute.
Oh, magic. Huh.
He picked up the ice, threw it from hand to hand. There was something about that ice. Something... different.
It glowed brightly, causing Cal to shut his eyes, still seeing white behind his eyelids.
The brightness calmed, and Cal opened his eyes again. It didn't take much time to notice the note on his bed.
Rᴇᴄɪᴘᴇɴᴛ: Cᴀʟʟᴜᴍ Hᴀᴅʟᴇʏ
I ᴀᴍ sᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ. I ᴀᴍ ᴀʟsᴏ sᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ʜᴏʟᴅs, ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ.
Lᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴡ, Cᴀʟʟᴜᴍ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴏsᴇɴ YOU ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsɪʙʟᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs.
Jᴜsᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.
Hᴀᴠᴇ ғᴜɴ, ⓗאᶜᶜ.
What on ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ? So... it definitely wasn't an accident. And what in the world was... h... x...cc? Why was it written like that?
He could only wish for an explanation...
and then he read the piece of paper again, and that was exactly what he received.
Yᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ? Oᴋᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇɴ.
Wɪsʜ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ, ʙᴏʏ. Wɪsʜ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ.
Jᴜsᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.