When i was a little boy, i never would have guessed my little prank would turn into the cause of many generations of mass hysteria. I think i am getting ahead of myself, so lets start from the very beginning.
My name is Henry Leighton. I am 18 years old fresh out of high school. I was an all-American athlete. I played football and cheer, i was captain of the wrestling team, i ran short distance and long distance track and field, and i did gymnastics and ballet in the summer. I was also one of if not the best Shakespearean actor to grace the theatre of that school since the program opened. (Ask my drama teacher Mrs. Hayes, told the whole class i was her favorite). I graduated top of my class with honors as Valedictorian. I hope to one day become a doctor and cure every known disease.
I know what you are thinking, "Henry, that's a bit ambitious dont you think?" I'll be the first one to tell you you are right but also wrong. You see, normal medicine cannot begin to come close to what i have in mind. Of course this goes against every rule They have ever taught me. Never reveal the true extent of miraculous events. In air quotes. They say it all the time but have no real power to actually stop me. Actually, that is how i was able to breeze through all those thirteen years of school. Did i forget to mention that magic is real. Yeah I'm a mage. Or at least i will be some day. It takes years of honing your skills and ability to become a mage. What i actually am is a demimage. This means that i have some control over my power and can use it sparingly without hurting myself. I am only one spell from being granted the title of mage. After that only one other person has ever become the strongest magic mage to exist, The Encantor. He died over three thousand years ago. Legend says he found a way to reincarnate.
Well, as it is, i know from my many studies through my lifetime that a person is formed by their environment. This means that even if it were true, the Encantor would have no memories of his former self. You see, in the event of a reincarnation, as the person gets older, they will have bouts of Déjà Vu. Over time they will start to remember but will pass it off as nothing but a dream. You may be asking yourself, "How are you so knowledgeable about this?" Well i can answer that, i have been studying the work of The Encantor since i was eight years old. It has been what has allowed me to stay so focused.
Anyway, back to the true focus of our narrative. You see, i was always a bit of a prankster growing up. Now i know what you have in mind, let me be the one to burst your bubble. I am not going to become a doctor to terrorize people, you sick bastard... sorry. I want to be a doctor so that i can unite the worlds of science and magic.
I dont think it will go very far into the discovery but i have gotten pretty good at being subtle. My plan is to create potions that will alow small amounts of magic to permiate the body. I guess its good that im not that strong otherwise, or i might end up wiping out half of life as we know it... wow, am i lucky. Where was i, oh yeah, after i finish medical school, i am going to open a clinic with my best friend Helen. She is a nom, thats a non magical human for all of you noms out there. I told her about my magic about a year into our friendship. She was freaked out at first but then she warmed up to the idea of the mystic properties that surround us. It was actually her idea to fuse the magical with the scientific. Brilliant girl but she had to work hard to understand a lot of things.
Authors note:
Hello readers. I wanted to take the next story i have in a different direction. I feel that it will help make the stories fit together. Seeing as this story is already longer than my previous works i have decided to make it multiple chapters. Dont worry, we'll get to the actual tg in the next chapter but for now you can get caught up on my previously mentioned other works. Keep in mind that my older works "Not Myself Today" and "Stranger by the Hour" will not be considered canon. Please let me know how i am doing all comments (constructive) are welcome.
It really helps to have support when you are going through school. Even more when you learn you're all on your own. When i graduated high school, my father thought it would be a good idea to set me up as a mail-order bride. He said to me, "Hellhound," cause he thinks im a bitch, "no daughter of mine's gonna go college!"
He repeatedly told me, "ya momma nev' wenna no college, my momma nev' wenna no college, yo granny wenta college and her pa almose kill her fo it. I re-peat college ain't no good fer no girls. You goin' git marred an git me an ya momma some granbabbies an ya cain' do dat fyou goin' git ejimicaded. Y'Auntie Lou Anne wen en got a de-gree an she ain give me no other kin folk. No Hel. You wanna got college, you git the 'el ouda here. Don let the door kiss yo ass ona way out. Befo ya go one mo thin. I ev' seeya gen, i' kiya" Boy am i lucky my best friend is a mage.
I was out of there and for a good six years, went couch surfing until i finally told Henry about my home situation. Man he was so P.O.ed that he nearly thought about killing him. (my dad, not himself) I proposed a small revenge. We would finish our MDs and open our clinic, then we would get our revenge.
Fast forward and we finally did it. I am now proudly Dr. Helen Della Arlin, OBGYN. And my partner (nonsexual, seriously completely platonic come on guys he's like my brother) in crime (but not literally we are very ethical) Dr. Henry Alexander Leighton, GP. ( i swear your minds go straight to the gutters) Yup, I specialize in the Grand Canyon while he deals with Mount Everest. (or more often, Mount Wycheproof) *no offense to the Aussies out there. P.S. Steve Irwine is basically a god and will live on forever on my vhs oknowbacktothestorysorry* Anyway, the trap is almost set to finally get revenge on that POS of a father of mine. We thought it would be poetic justice to make my father see the error of his ways. I know, "Come on Doc, what's the big plan?" Right? Dont worry, I'm getting to that.
We synthesized a drug/potion to cure the common cold. Almost won the nobel for it... almost. Turns out while we were doing this, my dad's gender bender potion was mixed into the batch that was approved for mass production and emediate manditory distribution. Everyone on earth, everyone. Got swapped with the person they shared the strongest bond with.
Well there you have it. Thus my life as Henry Leighton MD, the worlds worst mage. I lost his liscense and am now serving a three hundred year sentance for leaking magic to the world, while the new Helen is trying to find a way to fix the world. Seriously it was all an accident I swear!
THE END or is it?
Seriously guys, let me know what you think in the comments